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"Fuck, fuck, fuck.."
Taehyung clicked his tongue, scrambling an umpteenth sketch paper before throwing it aside.
He had been trying to create something new, really, but this whole situation was frustrating him.
Art was supposed to be fun, not make him feel a urge to rip his hair out.
"Brought you food."
As planned, his muse moved in with him for the week.
To her utter disappointment, he settled the guest room for her, which meant they slept about two rooms away from each other.
Well, that was if he was even sleeping.
It has been about two days since he accepted the commission from the millionaire, yet none of his ideas seemed good enough to him.
He felt disappointed in himself, in his creativity, but he also felt like he was disrespecting his muse by not being able to create from her.
"If it's too stressful, maybe you should tell him that you need more time." She said, putting the tray down next to him.
"I can't do that, I know I can do it, I'm not pushing myself hard-"
"Captain, you need to at least take a nap, you're killing the creative process." She cut him off, taking the pencil off of his hand. "That's extremely unlike you."
He sighed, holding his head in his hands.
She really was worried about him, that was completely out-of-character for him to stress like that over something he usually don't even think about.
From all the times she had seen him paint, Mira had observed that he just went with the flow, barely sketching, just getting right into it.
It comforted her in the idea of staying with him for that week, because at least she could look after him.
"Come on, eat a little bit." She said in a gentle voice, rubbing his bare back.
She wore a simple pair of sweatpants with a tank top, not even thinking about wearing a bra.
It wasn't a problem, Taehyung had seen it all, and he usually wouldn't bothered.
But in the state of mind he was in..
"I wanna fuck you."
Her brows raised his surprise, his head still buried in his hands as he talked.
He was clearly out of his mind.
"Tae-"
"I love fucking you, it feels so good and takes my stress away." He cut her off. "God Mira, what kind of deal with the devil did you do to have me going fucking insane "
She just stood there, completely worried.
That wasn't the well-spoken, composed Taehyung she knew.
That day, Mira noted that Taehyung didn't know how to handle stressful situations.
"Calm down captain, you need some sleep, not to exhaust yourself any more.. Eat something and then go to bed." She said after a few seconds, her voice still soft and gentle.
He took a deep breath, clicking his tongue but still listened to her, slowly starting to eat.
She tucked his hair behind his ear, gentle brushing his eyebrows as he ate.
He was clearly overworking himself, and knowing him the way she did, Mira knew getting him to stop would be even more complicated.
"The client is my father." He suddenly spoke up.
Her movements froze for a little bit.
She didn't expect him to open up at all, but as surprised as she was, she was also flattered.
Someone as closed off as Taehyung trusted her, and it was one of the best feelings.
She hummed in response, encouraging to continue.
"He had always disapproved of what I'm doing, always said that it was disgusting and that he wasted money on my art classes so.. I really want to impress him." He finished.
"Well.. I think that if he reached out to you after seeing your work, he's already impressed.. By challenging you, he's just letting you know he had seen it and loved it." She answered.
He shrugged, chewing his food quietly.
That day, Mira also learned about Taehyung's difficult relationship with his father, which she didn't expect.
As a matter of fact, she felt stupid to have never thought about him having a family.
"Don't change anything, and if he doesn't like it, fuck it, you've been doing well and as far as I know, you never needed his approval to do what you like."
He hummed quietly, chewing on his food and appreciating her light touches, though he would never admit it.
"Did you eat yet ?" He asked, turning to her.
"Nope."
He rolled his eyes, pointing her fork towards her.
"Go ahead."
She didn't need to be told twice and ate the piece of chicken he gave her, not even realizing that he smoothly pulled her on his lap, feeding her half of the chicken burrito bowl she made him, chin on her shoulder to be able to see what he was doing.
When she came to realize it, she didn't say a word, though her stomach fluttered with butterflies.
"You need it more than me." She said after swallowing the food.
"You eat." He answered, his voice reflecting how exhaustion was getting to him. "You don't need to look after me."
"Say that when you're able to properly take care of yourself."
He scoffed, not even once complaining when she started to feed him.
His hands were wrapped around her waist, and he was practically falling asleep, she could tell by how oddly affectionate he was.
"Go to bed captain." She said, slowly standing up.
He only hummed quietly, standing as well, he ruffled his hair, stretching and without a word he left the room.
A small sigh escaped Mira's lips at the mixed signals he was sending.
He said he didn't want her, sometimes he acted on it, sometimes he didn't.
He came back into the room, her brows raising as she grabbed the tray.
"By the way, thank you for.. Your little intervention." He said before disappearing again, leaving her to smile.
She felt a pinch to her heart though, because she knew.
Whatever that was would definitely break her if it ever came to an end.
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Paint me naked. | KTH
Fanfiction"Can we take this off and get naked ?" Inspired by 'Painter of the night'. | Contains smut, fluff&angst. | English isn't my first language.
