"I wish I'd have never even met you," Jeongguk spat, hand pumping just a bit faster, his tongue moving swiftly towards the other male's tip.
"Be quiet and swallow my fucking children, you slut."
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A drop of crimson paint mixed into a dark-toned palette, lifting the array of colors into a warmer hue. Jeongguk was hyper-focused, his hand movement nimble while he made precise touches of his brush against the canvas; gave his painting a new, concluded meaning.
Just like that, his work was finally complete.
"Jeongguk."
His hand came to a halt upon hearing his own name being uttered by that hefty, rugged voice he had grown much too responsive toward. The one that always seemed to send his heart ablaze. Jeongguk's brows rose, a curious glint in his eyes as he gave the older his full attention.
In that moment, Taehyung's expression was hard to read. Granted, it appeared virtually the same as always. The blank look on his face was his default, and yet Jeongguk couldn't help but feel a flutter in his stomach.
"Y-Yes?"
He wasn't exactly sure why he had stuttered. Perhaps he wasn't quite prepared for what the man had to say to him wearing such a face, perfect hair strands over his perfect head. His long lashes lifted while they made direct eye contact.
Surely, when he had woken up this morning, Jeongguk couldn't have possibly imagined he'd be hearing the words that were uttered to him next. Not from anyone in particular, and most especially not from Kim Taehyung.
"I think I'm in love with you."
Stillness in the air. In that moment, both males felt the air in their lungs leave them. Both for different reasons.
Anxious. Hope.
Disbelief.
Such feelings radiated from the two—trickled into the atmosphere. And just like that, the younger found he was at an absolute loss for words.
"Y-You-.. you're-..." Jeongguk cleared his throat, body jolting as he adjusted himself over the stool he sat on. The sudden movement caused the brush in his hand to slip from his grip, the tool landing over the floor in an instant; its red paint splattered lightly across its proximity.
Taehyung bolted from his seat, feet taking quick movement toward the boy who now kneeled beside the mess he had made. "Are you okay?" He said the words softly, lowered himself near the boy with a towelette in hand. He reached to wipe the paint from the floor, and Jeongguk let his eyes linger over the man's skin and muscled arms.
He was so close. So, so close. Close enough for his hinoki scent to reach Jeongguk's sensitive nose.
The boy's hand quivered. He held his breath while Taehyung looked up at him, and the room fell patient to their lack of chatter.
