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7 months ago
Were Dripping In It

We’re Dripping In It

Chapter 5: Best of Me

Jungkook spent his morning class giddy for his date with Namjoon. He practically skipped to the first dance class of the semester with Hobi, hoping that it would be an easy day overall.

He was wrong. So very wrong. Dance practice was brutal, Hobi did not ease up at all on the new choreography he wanted them to learn and Jungkook’s body was still sore from Saturday.

Jungkook was not ashamed of the light limp he had walking out of the dance studio. He felt like had a full leg cramp as he hobbled down the stone steps. As he descended he moved to pull his phone out to send a message to Namjoon. Only to catch a glimpse of the man as he stepped off the last step.

“Hey Jungkook, are you okay?” Namjoon called, rushing over to his side before he could limp any closer.

“Oh yeah, just a really hard practice today.” Jungkook answered with a slight wince as he tried to not put any weight on his left leg.

Namjoon noticed his wince of pain and frowned in concern, with a nod to himself he pulled out his phone and began typing away on it. “I have a better idea for today.”

“I’m really okay, you don’t have to worry about me, I bounce back pretty quickly.” Jungkook tried to protest, waving his hands. “You really don’t have to change any of our plans.”

“I think you’ll like this, here lean on me. I have a car coming around to the front.” Namjoon ignored any further protests from Jungkook as he placed an arm around his waist and pulled one of Jungkook’s arms around his broad shoulders. “If you keep protesting, I’ll just pick you up and carry you.”

Jungkook shut up immediately, making Namjoon chuckle, and leaned his weight on the man more comfortably. Thankfully the walk wasn’t long, but Jungkook was relieved when they arrived at the waiting SUV, stepping inside gratefully when Namjoon opened the door for him. It only takes a moment for Namjoon to round the car and slide into the seat next to Jungkook.

“Do I get any hints to where we’re going at least?” Jungkook asked as he gazed out of the window at the passing buildings and beeping cars.

Namjoon chuckled lowly in his chest, Jungkook turned to look at the amused look on his face. “Trust me, you’ll like it. And if you don’t,” he shrugged “you get to choose the next date.”

“You’re bold today,” Jungkook teased, trying to cover up how much he blushed at the prospect of a second date. Namjoon only smirks in reply and shoots him a wink that has him ducking his head away as his face heats up even more.

The further they drive the more Jungkook’s mind races with possible places; a park, a mountain view, a fancy restaurant, but nothing is quite setting in his mind. Then they are pulling up to a series of buildings that are familiar to him. They park and Namjoon rounds the car to open Jungkook’s door and give him a helping hand out of the door.

“You can leave your bag in the car,” he reassures him, slipping the backpack off Jungkook's shoulders and setting it on the seat. Namjoon settles his arm around Jungkook's waist again and keeps to his steady pace as they enter the modern art museum.

“Are you really going to be walking me around all day?” Jungkook asks honestly, as Namjoon opens the glass doors for them to enter.

“What I have in mind won’t require much walking.” Namjoon replies slyly, waving at the bowing staff as they walk through security unhindered.

“I called ahead.” He explains to Jungkook’s confused face. “My company has donated to this museum for years. It comes with certain privileges.”

Jungkook opens his mouth to ask more questions but Namjoon ushers him inside the elevator before he can. He presses the button for the seventh floor and they slowly rise up, watching the floors pass below them through the glass overlook window. The doors opened to an empty floor with wide windows overlooking the small garden between the art buildings. Namjoon leads him towards the back, raising a curtain that obstructs a room from view for him to step through.

Taking in Namjoon’s easy smile Jungkook ducks under his outstretched arm and gasps at the scene before him. Lanterns flicker in the dark room, coating it in a warm gentle glow. It adds to the ambiance of the ancient design, Jungkook feels like he’s stepped through a portal to the Joseon Dynasty.

The room is lined with dark wood pillars, scrolls of ancient art scenes hang on either side of the walls, and at the far end, behind a wall of glass, stands an ancient water clock. Two pillars of solid bronze stand tall with twin dragons carved into the metal, behind them stands a diagram of how the water clock would have worked in ancient times. Sitting in the midst of all of this, is a low couch the Namjoon ushers Jungkook to sit down on.

“How did you… Namjoon, this is beautiful.” Jungkook gasps, his eyes darting to each delicate painting on the walls and back to the bronze pillars.

Namjoon settles down on the couch next to him and simply allows him to take in the view for a moment, before explaining. “Most of these works are donations from my company. I’ve always admired the Joseon Dynasty, it's one of Korea’s most well known ancient periods. It brought much of our modern culture, etiquette, and Korean language. But I’m curious what you find so fascinating about the period, you mentioned it several times when we talked about art.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened in excitement and launched into a long monologue about his passion over the development of art during the Joseon Dynasty time period. Namjoon listened to every word with rapt attention, asked just the right questions to keep Jungkook going, and never failed to add his own comments and opinions on the matter.

When the discussion of the art period ended, Namjoon pulled out an audio guide for them to listen to. After the last recording played and hunger began to set in, Namjoon had one of the staff members bring in the light lunch he had ordered.

“You really thought of everything,” Jungkook said in awe, making Namjoon blush lightly.

“I like to be prepared,” he said with a shrug, pouring some wine into one of the glasses that was brought.

Jungkook raised his eyebrow at it, but took the handed glass without another comment. He returned his gaze to the water clock, his eyes drifting over the details of the twin dragons upon it.

“The history behind that piece is truly fascinating, I’ve never seen one in person. It’s beautiful.” Jungkook said with a sigh. “I bet it sounded just as beautiful, to be crafted so well.”

“It’s amazing how they constructed it, all those moving pieces to signal every two hours for the guard change. Many of the techniques used on ancient water clocks are still seen in modern wrist watches. Such humble beginnings for the advancements we’ve made today.” Namjoon praised, sighing at the beauty of the mechanics that make up the water clock.

They gazed at the bronze pillars in silence as they sipped on the wine, both contemplating various nuances of its creation. The sudden burst of a phone ringing pulls them both violently out of their thoughts.

Namjoon gives a sheepish look to Jungkook as he pulls out his phone, “Sorry, I thought I told him not to disturb me.”

“It’s alright, take it if it’s important.” Jungkook insists, smiling as he sees Namjoon’s shoulders drop in relief.

“I’ll be right back,” he promises, standing and swiftly walking under the curtain as he answers the phone.

Jungkook watches his long strides out of the room, until he disappears behind from view, and returns his gaze to the water clock. He’s relieved not to hear Namjoon’s voice sound angry from the other side of the curtain. While he can’t hear the words being said, at least it's not upsetting him.

As the minutes tick by, Jungkook finishes his glass of wine and turns his attention on one of the paintings hanging on the left wall. It’s a beautiful black and white landscape piece with a small mountain range, curved trees over a river bank, and a light silhouette of a gazebo overlooking the river. He spies the name in a corner plaque on the wall, ‘Keimyung Gok Amdo’ by Shin Yoon-buk, pseudo name Hyewon, painting dated: unknown.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Namjoon’s sudden voice makes Jungkook jump slightly. He tears his eyes away from the painting to look at the man standing behind him. “I think it’s one of my favorite pieces.”

“I can see why, it is a beautiful piece.” Jungkook agrees, shifting on the couch to look up at him better. “Did your call go well?”

Namjoon smirks down at him, placing a hand on the back of the couch near Jungkook’s shoulder. “It did, which unfortunately means I need to be getting you home to handle some work.”

Feeling bold, Jungkook places his hand on Namjoon’s and gives it a reassuring squeeze. Namjoon’s eyes jump down to his hand at the gesture, a smile growing on his face.

“Thank you for bringing me here today, Namjoon. I enjoyed it.” He says softly, before slowly rising to his feet. His leg felt much better after the hours of letting it rest. He feels completely steady on it as he joins Namjoon’s side to leave the room.

“I’m glad,” Namjoon whispers, raising the curtain for him once again. Jungkook does his best not to skip out of the room but it’s a near thing. The giddiness he feels in the moment is unreal.

“Are you staying with your hyungs again?” Namjoon asks as they enter the elevator and hits the button for the lobby.

“I think it’s time I stop mooching off my hyungs,” Jungkook says with a chuckle, scratching the back of his head. “If it’s not too much trouble, you can just drop me off back at campus. My apartment isn’t too far from there.”

Namjoon scrunches his brow for a second before the expression is wiped off his face, it’s so fast that Jungkook almost thinks he imagines it. He nods, “If that’s what you want, then that’s what will happen.”

Jungkook tries not to think too deeply on the implication of that statement and simply gives his thanks as they exit the elevator. The staff bow to them again and Jungkook returns it hastily as he follows behind Namjoon. The SUV is waiting for them at the entrance and once again Namjoon opens the car door for him before rounding the vehicle to sit next to him.

The drive back to campus lulls Jungkook into a gentle drowsiness that only ends when Namjoon is opening his door and giving his hand to pull him out of the car. He slips Jungkook’s backpack over his shoulders before placing a swift kiss on his cheek.

“I’ll see you soon, little one.” He whispers into his ear, before taking a step back and smiling at him.

Jungkook can only smile back in response and watch as Namjoon climbs back into the car, then continues to stare as it disappears into traffic. The cold air brings him out of his thoughts of Namjoon’s soft lips on his cheek, making him shake himself a bit before making his way towards his apartment. He sends a quick message to Yoongi and Taehyung, telling them not to worry about him tonight, as he enters his apartment and flops down on his bed.

It’s only after Namjoon sends him a goodnight text does Jungkook find himself falling asleep. Happy thoughts of the day spent with the man, and the kiss, float around in his head as he drifts off.


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6 months ago
We Started It

We Started It

Chapter 6: Inner Child

Taehyung groaned as he knocked his cast against one of the keyboards again, sending a jolt of pain up his arm. He clutched it to his chest and leaned back in his chair trying to keep his whimpers down as the pain eased.

“Stop taking your arm out of the sling. You really should just rest for a while,” Yoongi commented as he entered the room, he placed a set of files on the desk next to Taehyung’s keyboard. “We still haven’t gotten the new DNA samples from the men we’re surveillancing and these files can be put into the system later. A few days isn’t going to make that much of a difference right now.”

“What exactly am I supposed to do then?” Taehyung groaned, pushing himself away from the desk, picking up the sling and placing it over his head as he slipped his cast back inside. “I hate feeling useless.”

Yoongi surveyed him for a moment before waving him to follow him out the room, “Come with me, I think I have an idea.”

Taehyung followed after him curiously as he led him through the apartment and into the elevator, Yoongi pressed the button for the lobby and pulled out his phone as they descended. He gestured for Taehyung to step into the car waiting for them and pulled himself inside straight after.

“Have you traveled much of Gangneug before?” Yoongi asked, tucking his phone away in his pocket as the car drove down the busy highways.

Taehyung shook his head, “I haven’t been outside of Daegu very often, most short term contracts I’ve done have kept me at their headquarters for the duration of it.”

Yoongi nods in understanding, “Then this should be a treat for you. I remember you telling me that you had an interest in art.”

“I did,” Taehyung grinned, a passing comment he had made after seeing all of the art installations in Namjoon’s apartment. He’s surprised that Yoongi even took note of it.

“Have you heard of the Haslla Art World Museum?” Yoongi asks, handing Taehyung a brochure from inside his pocket. “They have both an indoor exhibit and outdoor art installations. And I’ve heard the view from the skywalk is truly spectacular.”

Taehyung looked over the brochure with eager eyes, practically vibrating in his seat with excitement.

Yoongi chuckled as he took in Taehyung’s wide boxy smile, even if he didn’t understand a thing about modern art, it was nice to see Taehyung so excited for it.

Yoongi followed at a steady pace behind Taehyung as he fluttered around the museum pieces, chuckling under his breath as he watched his brown hair flop on top of his head as he bounced around. Taehyung looked utterly young as he pointed at the different colorful art pieces, Yoongi tried to will the pang in his heart away at the sight.

Yoongi had taken note that the longer Taehyung was with them the more the man’s true personality began to shine through. He was nothing like the first week he came to them, cold and sarcastic, instead he was bubbly and utterly hilarious. Yoongi had to keep himself from laughing at all the nicknames Taehyung had for Seokjin, so far ‘alpaca’ was Yoongi’s favorite one out of the bunch.

He listened as Taehyung chatted happily next to him as he read all the art descriptions and artist’s inspiration for their pieces. He practically floated on air as they went through the walls of plastic flowers, bemoaning that they weren’t real. Even when Yoongi pointed out to him how often they’d have to replace the flowers when they wilted.

Yoongi perked in interest as they went through the Pinocchio exhibit, he always had a small hobby in wood carving. Mostly he dabbled in furniture but the little wooden puppets and their mechanics interested him. At some point during their journey through the museum, Taehyung had grabbed his hand to pull him to something and Yoongi had found himself intertwining their fingers before he could drop it.

A light blush had colored Taehyung’s tanned cheeks, but he only squeezed Yoongi’s fingers as they continued through the halls side by side. Yoongi had never been so glad for all his years of training that kept his expression neutral, instead of smiling like an idiot as he held onto Taehyung’s hand.

They rose up the steel steps onto the skywalk, a warm ocean breeze fluttering across their faces as they looked out at the summer blue East Sea. Taehyung tugged them over to the railing and his eyes danced as he took in the view. Yoongi watched as Taehyung tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and breathed in the salty air with ecstasy.

“At least we choose a good day to be outdoors,” Yoongi chuckled, leaning against the side of the railings as he peered down at the evergreen trees below.

Taehyung hummed in agreement, his eyes opening again as he looked down at Yoongi. “Thank you for bringing me here, Yoongi-ssi. I didn’t know how much I needed this.”

Yoongi shrugged but smiled, “Think nothing of it, I was getting bored in that stuffy apartment anyway. And you can call me hyung, Taehyung-ssi. I think we’re past the need for formalities now.”

Taehyung grinned widely, “Just Taehyung then, hyung.”

Yoongi smiled back at him and tugged him away from the railing, “Come on, we still have the outdoor art pieces to see.”

Yoongi walked alongside Taehyung across the dirt pathways, dodging the odd tourist as they looked over the art pieces among the trees and tall sea grass. Taehyung kept to a steady pace as they climbed the wooden walkway that led towards an overlook. The view at the top looked over the ocean and the colorful Haslla building.

“I can see why they have weddings hosted here, I don’t think we’ve seen one ugly spot as we’ve walked around.” Taehyung mused as they walked around the metal duck sculptures.

Yoongi hums in agreement, peering over at the open grass field below them that’s dotted with black sculptures. “Convenient of them to have a hotel here as well. Good honeymoon location, if you wanted to get both done at once.”

“I think I’d want to travel, if I was ever to marry, I’d want to travel after my wedding. See all the places I’ve never been to, go to the places I’ve always dreamed of going to.” Taehyung says idly as they start making their way back down the wood planks towards the entrance.

“Where would you want to go?” Yoongi asks, his thumb absentmindedly running across Taehyung’s pointer finger as they walk.

Taehyung hums in thought, “There’s so much of Korea that I haven’t even seen, places like this, Jeju Island. But I’ve always dreamed of going to Paris. Peakboy has told me that the city isn’t as glamorous as the movies make it out to be, but I still want to see it.”

Yoongi tightened his grip on Taehyung’s hand briefly, “Certain parts of Paris have been over exaggerated, but it’s still a beautiful city with a rich history.”

Taehyung looks over at him, “Have you been there, hyung?”

Yoongi nods, “Briefly, not really a sightseeing mission but what I did see made it worth the trip. It’ll be worth it. The day you get to go, it’ll be worth it.”

“I hope so, I hope I get to see it someday.” Taehyung sighed as Yoongi tugged him into their waiting car.

As Taehyung and Yoongi started to part ways after entering the penthouse from the elevator, Taehyung tugged Yoongi to a stop just before they dropped each other’s hands. He leaned down and placed a kiss on the man’s pale cheek.

“Thank you for today hyung,” he whispered before pulling away and walking down the hall towards his room.

Yoongi raised a bewildered hand to his cheek and shook himself as he walked to his own room, fighting to keep his wide smile off his face.

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6 years ago

are you a doc martens or a converse wlw, picnic date or museum date wlw, short hair or long hair wlw, flannel or jean jacket wlw, x-files or twin peaks wlw


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11 months ago

take me to art museums and make out with me


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3 years ago

Fondly Yours, Lucas.

a vds one shot. you can find more on my ao3.

( @ apolloswords )

feel free to comment/message me any suggestions for one shot ideas!

Lucas is an aspiring artist, who gains inspiration from the musical works of a piano player who lives above his apartment. Too shy to say anything, he invites his mystery muse to his upcoming art showcase. 

Both Lucas and Kes didn’t say anything. They continued to study the set of paintings in front of them, the canvas sizes ranging and the colours all swarming madly together, contrasting and contradicting with each other. Both boys had on a similar expression. Lucas’ hands were on his hips and Kes’ arms were crossed, with a hand tapping on his chin. But their furrowed brows and bitten lips were exact replicas of each other which in the end only meant one thing.

Neither of them had any idea what to do.

“You don’t have to say anything you know. You could just leave it as it is. Which is nothing.” Kes suggested without taking his eyes off the set of paintings.

Lucas shook his head in disagreement. “No, I can’t do that. I’d practically be taking credit for someone else’s work.”

“But technically it still is your work. I mean, it is your work.” Kes defended. “Are you supposed to credit inspiration?”

He sighed. It’s not like most artists did credit inspiration- but this was different. It would be wrong of him to pretend all of this work was simply something he created on his own.

From his own mind.

“I can’t do that.” Lucas firmly stated, turning his body a bit to face Kes. “You know I have to credit this person somehow.”

Kes sighed, knowing he was right. Shrugging, he also turned away from the paintings to look at him.

“You know, you could just actually tell them.” He finally stated.

Frowning, Lucas gave him a weird look in response. Tell them? He thought to himself. Tell them what exactly? That the only reason he managed to get out of such an artist block for his upcoming showcase was because after one week of living in his new Antwerp apartment, he heard the most lovely melody playing from the apartment above him? That he spent countless hours listening to what was able to be heard from his own apartment, and thus eventually leading him out of the block to create art work based on the beautiful music? How he longed to wait for the beautiful piano keys to be played everyday, and being immersed in so much more? How he never thought his synesthesia could manage to give him more of a world than the one he actually lived in?

There was no way he was able to admit any of that to the musician upstairs.

“What would I even say?” He asked Kes, trying to make sense of the rambling of worried thoughts in his head.

“The truth? An explanation? A thank you?” He replied, huffing out a light laugh after every suggestion, subtly pointing out how obvious the whole situation was. “Face it Luc, you know this will eat you alive if you don’t do it.”

Kes was right. He knew Kes was right. But there was no way he was going to openly admit that.

“I am way too shy for that.” Lucas pointed out instead. “Besides, wouldn’t it be a little creepy? Some new neighbour of yours just coming up, knocking on your door and telling you they made not one, not two, but a whole painting series on some of your piano playing? I’m going to sound like a stalker.”

“No you wouldn’t. If anything, well if it were me, I’d be flattered. It’s not everyday someone makes a whole art collection based on the music you play. If it were a common thing, you would’ve made a collection to Jayden’s guitar playing right now.”

“Have you heard Jayden’s guitar playing? I think it’s the one time my synesthesia actually malfunctions and checks out.”

“Can it do that?” Kes asked curiously.

Lucas shook his head. “No, it can’t. But I definitely have never gotten inspired by it.”

Kes let out a loose laugh, which Lucas couldn't help but smile alongside it. When Kes was finished being so amused, he sighed and tried to give Lucas a small reassuring smile.

“Listen, maybe you don’t have to go up and exactly knock on the door. Maybe you could just go up there and leave a note. Alongside an invitation to the event.” He finally said, and Lucas nodded slowly, taking in the suggestion.

“What if they still think that’s a creepy? Think about it-“ He began to say before he was quickly cut off.

“They think you’re creepy because now you’ve left some invitation to some random event where their musical talents have been exploited by some random Dutch artist who is too paranoid for his own good.” Kes finished off, giving him a teasing smile. “Face it, everything is objectively creepy.”

He groaned, knowing he had made another point. Burying his face in his hands, he squeezed his eyes shut and let out a few deep breaths. As he did this, he could hear some rummaging going on around him, but Lucas wasn’t calm enough to deal with that just yet.

When he did eventually open his eyes, he wanted to shut them again and pretend he didn’t see Kes grinning at him widely, with a small poster with the information of the artist showcase at the museum in one hand and a pen in the other.

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Hi, I’m your neighbour from down below. I’m an aspiring artist who just moved to the city, and after the first few weeks of living here, I was lucky enough to be able to hear you play such beautiful music on your piano. I managed to make my new art collection based on your music, and it is actually being showcased this week at this event. If possible, I would love for you to come and see the collection, as well as getting to know you. I hope to see you there.

Fondly yours, Lucas

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Now, Lucas was a nervous wreck. He was constantly biting his nails and wiping his clammy hands on his dress pants, hoping it wouldn’t stain. But he couldn’t help it, it had been an hour since the showcase started and his mysterious piano player was no where to be seen.

“They aren’t coming.” He told Kes, as he bit his nails a little more. “They probably thought I was a creep and I bet you that they’re planning on moving out as soon as possible.”

“Would you stop that?” Kes replied, gently taking Lucas’ wrist and bringing it down, so he wouldn stop biting his nails. “You’re going to eat your whole hand at this point.”

“I told you it was a bad idea.”

“Maybe they were just busy. Busy with their own musical showcase.” He patted Lucas on the shoulder assuringly and tried to offer him a small smile. “Come on, let’s go over to the drink table to calm your nerves.”

They headed away from Lucas’ exhibit, and casually made their way to the refreshments. Along the way, Lucas got a few taps, nods and smiles, all actions to show they were clearly impressed by his work. He thanked them politely, but this only made his guilt overwhelm him even more. At one point, he almost considered backing out of the exhibit because he couldn’t handle it anymore.

Kes poured them both a glass of champagne and Lucas suddenly felt someone come up and throw an arm around him. Startled, his pressing thoughts escaped him as he looked over to the person dangling off his shoulder.

“Hello boys.” Jayden greeted with a wide smile. “Have we found Lucas’ mysterious muse yet?”

Snorting, Lucas swatted his arm off his shoulders gently. Kes just rolled his eyes and gave Lucas the glass of champagne, which he downed quickly. Jayden looked between them, still waiting for an answer.

“Doubt they’re coming.” He finally stated, after the champagne gave him a quick buzz. Jayden frowned and Kes just sighed.

“Cheer up Luc, you still got a great exhibit. Makes it look like I’m tripping on psychedelics without even doing so.” Jayden said.

He raised a brow at him. “Are you okay? My art doesn’t look like a psychedelic trip at all.”

“The blending off all the colours is kind of trippy.” Jayden shrugged.

“No? Jayden, the shades are much softer and so is the blend. And the art doesn’t even remotely look psychedelic-“ He began to explain before Kes quickly patted his chest to stop talking. Lucas gave him a confused look.

“Guys shut up.” Kes whispered, looking over into the direction of Lucas’ exhibit. “Look.”

They all turned their heads to where Kes was indicating, and Lucas felt a lodge in his throat. There was someone standing in front of his work, simply admiring it. But this boy had such an allure to him that Lucas found himself admiring him like he was the exhibit.

The boy was nonetheless, beautiful. He radiated both an enticing yet soft feel but his features and expression made him look quite mysterious. Lucas could only make out what he saw from the boy’s side profile, but he didn’t need much to look at to know he was beautiful. Dark raven hair flowed down over his eyes, with dark brown eyes wandering over the artwork with such focus. His skin had a warm olive tone to it, but to Lucas, it reminded him of a braze touch of gold. He wore a black button down shirt he wore fitted over his body accentuated his broad shoulders and chest, and Lucas could practically feel his face turn red as he tried not to gawk at him.

“You should definitely talk to him.” Kes suggested, and Lucas was surprised to also see him and Jayden equally starstruck.

“Are you crazy? What would I even say?” Lucas whispered-yelled at them, shaking his head.

“What if that’s your mystery muse?” Jayden suddenly said, and Lucas could feel himself begin to panic again.

“Then there is no way I am going over there. He can read my artist information on the postcard.” He said, but his friends only shook their heads.

“You have to go over there. Even if he isn’t your mystery muse, he is arguably very cute and I know you’re going to regret not making a move.” Kes mentioned, and Lucas just sighed.

“Must you always be right?” He mumbled, hoping it was out of earshot.

“Took you long enough to admit.” Kes winked as he gave him a playful smirk.

“Luc! Go!” Jayden whispered-yelled, lightly pushing him out of their small circle.

Stumbling a bit and feeling his face go hot as a few people looked at him, he straightened himself up and took a deep breath. When he felt rational and calm enough, he slowly made his way towards the boy. The boy still hadn’t taken much notice of him, as he was still very focused and captured by the series of paintings in front of him. Lucas could feel a leap in his chest. There could be two reasons the boy was so focused. One, the paintings were questionable at best and he was wondering how a showcase could even choose an artist like him to have an exhibit worthy enough to be presented in the spotlight. Or two, the paintings were actually endearing enough to a decent level of adornment, and the boy was just simply captivated by it.

Please let it be the latter. Lucas pleaded in his nervous thoughts.

Finally, the moment came. Lucas was only a foot away from the boy, and they were both the only ones standing in front of the exhibit. He studied him a bit closer, wondering how he should go about this.

Should I say something? Tap him on the shoulder? Wait until he notices me? I wonder what he thinks of the paintings. Lucas thought to himself.

“Good.” The boy spoke suddenly, startling him. When Lucas didn’t reply right away, the boy lifted his head up and turned to him, flashing him a rather charming smile. “They’re really good.”

“Holy shit,” Lucas gasped. “Did I say that out loud?”

The boy huffed out a laugh, which was warm and light. Lucas could feel his face go hot all over again and he wanted to bury his face in his hands.

“You did actually. But it was rather cute if I say so myself.” The boy assured, his voice soothing and sweet like a spoonful of honey. “Are you the artist?”

“Yeah, that’s me.” He replied shyly, biting his lip and trying not to stupidly grin at the compliment.

He watched the boy smile widely, then shaking his head lightly before looking down. “That is really good to know.”

“It is?” Lucas asked, tilting his head and feeling rather confused.

The boy lifted his head back up, with another charming smile. “Yeah, actually, it is. I was looking for you.”

“You were? Why?”

“Well,” the boy began to say, as he reached into the back pocket of his dark dress pants and pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper. “I am the recipient of this invitation.”

As he watched the boy unfold it gently, Lucas widened his eyes upon recognition. It was the small poster advertising the showcasing, and when the boy flipped it around, Lucas noticed the familiar blue ink and his own handwriting at the back.

“Oh my god, you are my mystery muse.” He mumbled, still rather shocked and overwhelmed at all of this.

“Mystery muse?” The boy asked with a light laugh, and Lucas felt his face go red for the millionth time tonight.

“Sorry, it was a dumb nickname my friends and I gave you. When we didn’t know who you were.” He stuttered, trying not to trip over his words while also deliberately trying not to pass out.

“Ah, a nickname.” The boy winked. “Well, if it interests you or your friends, my name is Jens.” He reached out his hand to offer a handshake to him. “It’s nice to meet you Lucas.”

“Likewise.” Lucas replied, shaking his hand back. He couldn’t help but let out a small grin when their hands touched, and especially with the way Jens squeezed his own with a rather affectionate feel.

“So how did you manage to have my piano playing inspire all of this? Considering we’ve never actually met.” Jens asked, gesturing towards the collection in front of them. “I’d read the information on your post card but, I think it would be much better to hear it from you personally.”

“Oh well,” Lucas began to say. Usually explaining his artwork didn’t have him feel so shy and reserved, in fact, it was probably the time he felt the most confident. Trying to ignore the emerging blush on his cheeks and the racing heartbeat in his chest, he turned away from Jens to look at the artwork.

“I have synesthesia.” He began to explain. “So that means I can perceive some senses through another sense. One of which is where I can perceive music not only by hearing it, but by seeing it as well. When I moved into the flat underneath yours, I was able to hear your piano playing quite often. It was usually rather faint, but something about it triggered my senses to see all these shades of colours working together.”

“How did you manage to depict that through your art?” Jens asked, pointing out at the intricate detail in the paintings. “It looks like a series of events.”

“You’re right, it is.” Lucas sad, brightly nodding his head in excitement. “A lot of the music you played managed to remind me of some certain memories in my life. Though I kind of altered it as a whole experience, so the audience can sort of view it as if it was their own experience as well.”

“I can’t believe you managed to make something out of a few random melodies. Like, I can almost tell which pieces I played and which painting resembles it.” Jens said in awe. “You are extremely talented.”

“Thanks.” He replied shyly. “You’re also extremely talented. I never perceived music this intensely before.”

Both boys smiled at each other, silently showing that neither of them had experience this. Lucas couldn’t help but notice that Jens was an art work in himself, one that Lucas’ senses would never fully perceive. He was just too ethereal to be seen that way. Jens was more than just a pretty face, with every turn of his head, flicker of his eyes and the slight movement of the upturned corners of his lips, Lucas began to believe he was illuminated by every star in every galaxy.

“Oh honey, read this.” An older woman said to who Lucas assumed was her husband. The couple weren’t paying much attention to him or Jens, just the paintings themselves. And the postcard that held all of Lucas’ information.

“It says that this artist has synesthesia and was inspired by the sound he heard from his neighbour upstairs in their apartment building.” She explained, quite excitedly.

The older man smiled softly at her. “Well, that sounds like a story for soulmates doesn’t it? How one’s music managed to intertwine with the memories and artistry of another’s. How lovely that their souls have danced together before they have even met.”

After sharing a few more adoring compliments at the work, the couple shyly headed along to the next exhibit. Lucas knew Jens had heard what they had said, and he hoped it wouldn’t scare him away. It’s not like it really meant anything, considering they had just met and soulmates was a rather broad description for them.

They both blushed at each other and let out awkward laughs.

“Soulmates huh?” Jens asked, with a small smirk. “I think that’s a lot to say for our first meeting.”

“I agree. We’ve only been talking for a few minutes.” He replied.

“We could change that.” Jens said, dropping his voice a few octaves so Lucas was the only one who could hear him.

“How so?” Lucas asked, his voice almost in a whisper ad he tilted his head in confusion.

“Well, maybe after all of this, you could come over to my place. You know, the apartment right over yours?” Jens replied with a smirk.

Lucas couldn’t help but beam. “Yeah? And what would we do?”

“Chill, you know. Talk paintings, music or whatever. Whatever soulmates talk about. But I’d like to get to know you before I agree that the couple was right.” He suggested, shrugging nonchalantly. Lucas couldn’t help but beam even more, which only made Jens smile wide with the tip of his tongue rested between his teeth.

“I could do that. I’d actually very much like that.”

“Good.” Jens smiled. “I’d give you an actual formal invitation, but I think it’s nice being able to see you smile as a response.”

He watched as Jens turned around, looking over his shoulder. Jens reached out a hand, indicating that he was about to take Lucas somewhere.

“Oh, I can’t go now. I still have to stay until the showcase ends-“ He began to apologize but Jens only shook his head and let out a small laugh.

“No, I get that. I’m just wondering if you’d like to show me around more of the exhibits. I came late because I was trying to read up on art and shit but, none of it really sunk into my brain.”

“Would you like me to show you around?”

“I would love that. It’d be my pleasure.” Lucas said, gently taking his hand. “You seem rather fond of this whole soulmates thing.”

“I am fondly yours Lucas.”


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8 months ago

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