help
I sat at my desk, surrounded by what I could only describe as the ruins of my creativity. Crumpled papers, broken pencils, and sketches that looked like a five-year-old’s abstract masterpiece were scattered everywhere. The project was eating me alive. I glanced at the clock—70% done, but the last 30% was the part that required actual talent.
I groaned, running my hands through my hair. I can’t draw to save my life. Stick figures? Sure. Anything else? Nope. And with Nationals looming, I couldn’t afford to waste another second on this mess.
That’s when it hit me like a lightning bolt of desperation. Taehyung can draw. I’d seen him doodling in class, and his sketches were annoyingly perfect. The guy could probably draw the Mona Lisa on a napkin during lunch.
But asking him for help? That was a whole other level of yikes. Still, I was desperate. With shaky fingers, I picked up my phone and dialed his number.
The first call went unanswered. So did the second. My frustration was mounting—seriously, what was this guy doing? Sleeping? Ignoring me on purpose? Hosting a secret art exhibition?
(╯ರ ~ ರ)╯︵ ┻━┻
By the third call, I was about to give up when the line finally connected.
Taehyung
Who the fuck is it?
Taehyung’s voice growled through the phone, sounding like he’d just been woken up from the deepest sleep of his life—or like he was annoyed I’d interrupted his world domination plans.
jungkook
H-hi, it’s… it’s Jungkook,
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(The daddy of your future kids, your own personal d'ildo, your man your fuc'ker, your future husband)(/¯◡ ‿ ◡)/¯ ~ ┻━┻
jungkook
Actually, uh… I saw you drawing in class, and the project is almost done, but I need your help with the design part
Smooth, Jungkook. Real smooth. Nothing like begging for help while sounding like you’re delivering a weather report in a hurricane.
There was silence on the other end. A long, painful silence. I started to wonder if he’d hung up or was planning my demise. Just as I was about to apologize and hang up, he spoke.
Taehyung
Yeah, fine. I’ll help you
He said, sounding like he’d been forced into community service.
Relief washed over me so fast I almost dropped the phone. Before I could even thank him, he added,
Taehyung
I'll text you my address
Rude. But honestly? I didn’t care. He’d said yes, and that was all that mattered.
jungkook
Time to beg an art prodigy for help and pray he doesn’t murder you while you’re at it.
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