When a French boy with green eyes collides with the blue-eyed sly guy,
When canvases begin to paint the hours they never meant to count.....
When the three struggling artists share a cramped apartment in Trastevere.
And when seven boys- Brits, Fre...
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(a/n- ngl this weird thing*** )
taehyung turned his phone down, he had a great laugh right after waking up, his figure slumped down to the ground again.
his eyes caught the scenic view of the magnificent clouds. a sound of amazement escaped his lips. his eyes were stuck on the sky, it was quite mesmerising.
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the clouds were ablaze with rustic, burnt and pale orange. the still water of the lake glinted with the dappled heaven. a rich tapestry of nature.
the oranges, shadows, greens, and blues sank into his heart. for he painted feelings, not landscapes. and this-this made him warm, fuzzy, in awe. his brushes would speak the language of his heart, translating silent wonders onto canvas for his eyes alone to witness.
he grabbed his things and strolled back to the cafe. his heart was singing a new melody, a smile on his face.
as he stepped inside the apartment, yoongi was waiting for him in the living room he seemed worried. although he would never voice it out.
"where were you, you piece of shit!" yoongi grumbled, though taehyung caught on the sigh of relief that his hyung heaved. taehyung said nothing, just a smile as he closed the gap between them, hugging the older one. because, he knew that a simple hug would do more than his words ever would.
"I heard jungkook applied for the pre-university courses, also jimin enrolled as a freshman in la sapienza." after a minute of comfort, yoongi spoke, his expression softened. "mhm, I heard. now you won't have to wake me up daily."
"I highly doubt that."
"just say you love waking me up."
taehyung cuddled up to the older. on usual days, he would have pushed taehyung to the other end of the sofa, but today, he let the younger one be; he was worried sick as the brat was out for almost five hours.
"you'll make the food," yoongi teased. in fact, the older one planned to take him out for dinner as it was the official end of the week.
"I hate you," taehyung mumbled from his shoulder, where he was nuzzling his head.
"hate you, too, brat."
their words of affection were different. they had learned to live this 'differnt' after all.
