THE DAWN - VMIN ONE SHOTS

PAINT ME

Once the lighting was adjusted and the dusty couch in his living room was pushed aside to make room for more space, taehyung crashed into the bean bag placed at the corner of his room, the exhaustion of sweeping his room clean draining him completely.

A makeshift bed was made in the center using fluffy pillows and silky bedding, the fabric smooth and soft when he ran his fingers over the cloth, the dark red strikingly in contrast with the light shade of blue over his walls.

Propping the pillows at an appropriate angle and surrounding them with a small white sheet and blanket, he moved the curtains aside to let a bit of the golden glow inside.

Perfect.

And now he only has to wait for jimin.

To be brutally honest, taehyung is actually dreading jimin's entry.

The relaxed posture he carries right now doesn't really spoil the turmoil raging inside of him and he is very much aware of the sweat trickling down the side of his face to disappear into the shirt plastered to his body.

If yoongi was here, taehyung is sure his hyung would slap the back of his head for practically breaking a sweat for such a simple task.

Well his yoongi hyung isn't the one going to stare at the love of his life, so taehyung thinks his nervousness is justified.

When jimin arrived in his apartment an hour before, the both of them were confused as to what should be jimin's outfit whilst taehyung sketch him.

Yes, that's the plan. The reason taehyung decided to invite jimin, his best friend and crush of seven years to his apartment on a fine saturday evening is for purely professional matters and not because he wanted to ogle at the love of his life for two and half hours.

Ohh but taehyung had done this a million times, had gawked at an extremely pretty jimin dancing among a stream of sweaty bodies in a club packed to the brim, eyes raking over the lean figure and shamelessly, to the slope of jimin's ass and taehyung had to spent that night away with his art book, fingers gliding over the pristine paper to capture jimin's beauty to preserve them eternally.

The jimin of his art book is sexy, the epitome of an eye candy and taehyung, despite claiming himself to be immune to his best friend's charms got swept away with the storm that is park jimin.

Taehyung should be ashamed of the amount of time he spent perfecting the slight dip of jimin's waist, his thick thighs swallowed by the stretchy leather and above all, the enticing beauty mark beneath the length of jimin's collar bones ( and on the nape of his neck).

How taehyung would gladly let his fingers (and his mouth) map those tiny marks.

But for now, taehyung was intending to draw jimin perched upon the bed, stressing more on capturing the sea of sheets surrounding him and engulfing his small stature making it seem as if he just woke up from sleep .

This was the least safe idea his brain could muster at the moment and there was also taehyung's dying wish to draw a sleepy jimin, highlighting every little feature of his bestfriend that he cherished dearly.

Not gonna lie, taehyung thinks everything about jimin is endearing and a chance as golden as this wherein he gets to draw a soft looking jimin, is in taehyung's whipped head an absolute win - win.

Since the concept was to create an ambiance similar to a household, it would only be appropriate to wear housewear and taehyung only came up with this thought when he saw jimin at his doorstep.

The plan must have been forged from the stupidest part of his brain because this meant taehyung should lend jimin his clothes in order to fulfill the theme.

Great.

And this means taehyung have to stare at jimin in his own clothes, sitting too pretty in his living room.

Just great.

He can do this. This is simple.

Only if things were that simple.

When jimin walked into the room wearing only his big white shirt and a black short which could hardly be seen with his shirt stretching upto jimin's knees, taehyung resisted the urge to bolt out of the door.

If yoongi and seokjin were here, they would never miss the way taehyung swallowed harshly right now. And most definitely they would never let taehyung forget this day.

Taehyung will one day die from the growing heart boner he harbours for jimin.

Taehyung knows his voice would betray him if he opened his mouth, so he gestured with his hands to jimin to take a seat along the sheets, pointedly ignoring the olders choice of dress style.

The plan was supposed to stay innocent but jimin is half naked in his living room, slipping into the bed on his floor, tucking himself around the silk that glided across his smooth skin.

Fuck.

Taehyung is really going to die from his heart thumbing out of tune.

When taehyung's voice made an embarrassingly slow come back, he instructed jimin to position himself the way he wanted to sketch, with his hand raised to his eyes, making it seem like he was rubbing the sleep out of it, his head tilted to the side like he was looking out of the window.

Jimin positioned his body the way he instructed, hands raised in the air to rub at his face and taehyung got up to rustle the sheets behind him, ruffling the pillows, getting down on one knee to tilt jimin's chin at an angle that would let the light hit his face perfectly.

Masking the trembling in his hands, he then bunched up a side of the crimson red silk sheet, draping it around jimin's lap to make it look like it was pooling around him.

This should be enough, the sheets that lay around jimin looked disheveled as if he moved around too much in his sleep.

But he did a mistake of focusing too much while covering jimin with the cloth.

' Holy' he cursed in his head, when he saw the smooth skin of jimin's thigh, head registering a bit too late that his shirt on jimin's body has rode up a bit when he got down to sit on flexed knees, the red a tantalizing shade over the rosy pale skin of jimin's thighs.

How the hell did his enormous shirt, that reached way past jimin's thigh get this short all of sudden?

This shirt was baggy for his own frame but it didn't look this small a minute ago.

'The stark colour of the silk look sinful on his pale skin' (he honestly thought his brain left him for a vacation) staring for more time than he should, eyes moving on its own volition, uncaring of the most important thing at stake here.

His secret.

With cheeks that flared under his straying thoughts, taehyung diverted his eyes and stood up hastily making his way back to the easel across the room.

Sitting down, taehyung grabbed his pencil, briefly glancing at the watchful eyes following his every movement to start working on the painting that will change his entire life.

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Will continue