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Vampire! art student Taehyung x reader drabble

word count: 1.1k

warnings: reader is a bit of a bitch ngl, embarrassment 

It wasn’t that you were completely enamored by the new student in your art history class, you just happened to take a liking to the way he looked which caused you to sketch him in your notes every now and then.

Right now, he was in front of the class presenting, which gave you the perfect opportunity to take in his beauty facing forward rather than the ethereal side profiles you've gotten in the past.

With each word coming out of his mouth came a pen stroke on your paper making it seem like you were taking notes on his presentation, but only you knew the truth.

And the truth was you were a hell of an artist because on your paper sat an exact replica of the angel like man before you, his features being perfectly crafted on the small film of paper. You were even amazed at how well you did it, and this was probably your best works yet.

"And that's why the Renaissances era was not all you made it out to be, hell it was a rough time stop glamorizing it you weirdos." He ended his presentation which earned delayed claps and a sigh from your professor whose hand was around the bridge of his nose pinching it.

"Thank you, Taehyung," Mr. Shin clasped his hands together standing, "Thank you for another one of your stellar presentation endings that make me question giving you such high marks. Anyways class is over go look at sculptures or something."

Taehyung did a curtsey, and he flashed his to die for smile before heading to his seat that was stationed right beside yours. Lucky right? Being placed right next to the God figure himself. Of course, most girls in the course envied his positioning beside you, something you couldn't control as he made the decision himself. You were flattered to say the least when he strode up and picked the spot beside you, not that many were open, but he picked you.

"How was I?" He leaned towards you as you were packing away things into your backpack, his hand awfully close to yours on the desk. This proximity made you quickly bring your hand to your bag to avoid it from fully touching you. 

“Good.” A lie, but not completely false either. You weren’t sure how it was because you weren’t watching the damn thing, but what you did know was that his presentations before were the best of the class, so this one would be no exception.

“I think I was too strong with my opinion. What’s your opinion on the topic?” His face upturned into a small little smirk while awaiting your answer. You froze knowing you have been caught for not listening to a word he said. 

“I agree with you.” You still played along not wanting to carry on the conversation. By now you were all packed up and holding your sketch book in hand ready to leave.

“You agree? Gosh I thought I was the only one who thought cannibalism is a form of art that people nowadays don’t understand.”

You stopped mid-step to turn and look at him with the biggest ‘what the fuck’ face, “Excuse me?”

“Gotcha.” He slung his bag around his body catching up to where you stood. “You weren’t listening to a damn thing, like usual.”

“No offence when I say this but, was anyone?” You reminded him that this was a simple art history course at your university, a required course for art majors, and no one, not a single soul would actually listen to a student's presentation willingly. 

“Touche.” He mumbled. “But what were you writing about then? Seemed pretty busy in that book of yours.”

His head pointed to your sketch book, and you moved it further under your arm, “Something for a project, It’s none of your business anyways.” 

You huffed moving ahead of him to try and get away as quickly as you could, you didn’t mind being in his presence, actually you quite literally dreamed about this type of thing happening one day in class, you just didn’t think it would be today. 

“Next time listen to my presentation. I find them quite interesting.” His face was still smug, though of course you couldn’t see it as you were already halfway out of the lecture room.

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“Is that the project you’re working on?” A voice appeared beside you causing you to jump and slam the book against your chest. 

“Holy shit-”

“That’s a handsome man. Who is it?” He trained his eyes on your horror-stricken body. He had just seen your journal, specifically the drawing of him that you did during his presentation. 

“Listen I can explain-”

“No, but seriously, is he some celebrity? By the way that’s a fucking fantastic drawing.” He kept peeking forward trying to get another glimpse under.

“Stop making fun of me. It’s not funny,” you said grasping your bag that sat beside you in the quaint coffee shop.

You had come here to take some actual notes after you’ve spent the majority of your classes drawing random shit (mostly Taehyung) and now you’ve fallen behind. You had just taken a break when he stepped in, and you were refining the drawing of him. Perfect timing. 

“You’re so full of yourself.” You roll your eyes becoming annoyed at this act. “Oh, who is that handsome man? Oh, is it some celebrity? Shove a stick up your ass.” 

“Hey, hey!” He put his hands up in defense eyebrows furrowing. “I don’t understand what you’re saying?”

Reading expressions was kind of your thing, you were really good at guessing if someone was lying or how someone was feeling by just looking at them. And Taehyung, he looked like a lost puppy that had just been kicked in the leg. His eyebrows stayed furrowed, and his head had a slight tilt to it. His bottom lip jutted out a bit as his eyes casted down in deep thought. 

“I’ll admit. It was you. Don’t flatter yourself I just like drawing-”

“It was me?” Eyebrows were no longer together and shot up in realization. “Oh gosh I haven’t seen myself in years. Is that really me?” 

“What? You haven’t seen yourself in years?” 

“Oh! I mean like, I don’t like to look at myself or have photos taken.” His hand reached up to his neck.

But in reality, he can’t have his photos taken, paintings are a bit outdated, and he doesn’t show up in mirrors, so as a vampire in the 21st century he can’t ever see himself.

“Ok?” It came out as a question, eyes squinting a bit in confusion. “Imma go-” 

“Wait!” His hand reached out to grip your arm and your eyes traveled down to his soft grip. “Can I have it?”

“The drawing?” 

His eyes shifted to your notebook back to your face with a slight blush. “Yes. I don’t like photos, but I like drawings. Yours is beautiful.”

Without speaking your open the book flipping through a few pages before finding the right one and with a slight flick of the wrist the page was ripped out. “Here you go.” 

Due to the embarrassment, you left as soon as you saw the opportunity to, leaving Taehyung alone to look at the picture of himself.