• Selfish Prince • || KookMin

12. Offers and flirtations

Jimin is taken by the hand and led like a small child. The long corridors are filled with paintings that seem to be of the same person. Masterful strokes and figures full of fantasy or beautiful simplism. There are also paintings by Hosook and Yoonji. The most striking to Jimin, are a pair.

Hosook with her hair down, in a dress that is lovely for the fitted design and has delicate shell sleeves at the shoulders. Her hair scattered over the flowers on which she rests. All yellow like her eyes.

Yoonji's is the woman sitting at the piano, she wears a long-tailed suit that is quite open at the chest. She has a soft smile on her lips and the piano is silver in color. It matches her gray eyes perfectly.

His destination is a small, bland and unkempt looking door. Jungkook opens it and lets Jimin go through first. What the nobleman finds surprises him.

It is a gigantic two-story room, with canvases of all sizes and shapes scattered everywhere. Also vases, desks full of brushes, paints, pencils, whatever painting materials exist, are in this room. One corner is tidy, much cleaner and with a divan, as well as the occasional piece of clothing.

Jimin rubs his hands together, slightly anxious.

"This place...?"

"It's my workshop. I'm usually in here," Jungkook informs and stands behind Jimin. "My favorite hobby is painting. Reading bores me, but on the contrary, I am passionate about listening to others speak and capturing what their words reflect... what their voices are able to manifest. To capture that on canvas is more than enchanting."

Jimin lets out air and smiles weakly. That sounds so... beautiful. He's been in front of many painters. Some better than others. Some nicer than others, but ultimately, there was only one he liked. They even kissed a lot. Until he had to leave and for some reason, he never came back.

"What you want from me in your work" Jimin turns and faces Jungkook. The vibrant, red eyes stuck on the small person in front of him. That, in his coy posture, there is a certain coquetry. "Is that me being your model?"

"You can be my model, my interlocutor, my judge, my biggest critic. Whatever you like best" Jungkook takes one of the long locks of black hair. "Whatever trade you decide on, as long as it keeps you together with me, it will make me very happy." he assures. He gives a soft kiss to the Jimin hair.

The man suffers a pleasant shiver and approaches Jungkook. He takes his face in his hands. Jungkook is confused, what is he looking for, why does he look frustrated? Jimin, for his part, doesn't understand.

Jungkook makes a tremendously indecent and even flirtatious request and yet... it's as if there is not the slightest desire to touch him. There is no perversion in his eyes, no carnal desire that those other painters experienced towards him either.

"Why would you want to paint me?"

"You think a mermaid would ask a sailor why he wants to listen to her Um?" he asks back and Jimin lets out air. Standing on his tiptoes, he presses his lips together with Jungkook.

Holding on is necessary for them. A certainty that this won't break until they have more. Jungkook grabs him by the neck and cheek, his long fingers tangled in Jimin's black locks.

Jimin breathes through his nose, for through his mouth his air is completely sucked out. He holds on to Jungkook's shoulder and by someone else's strength, he ends up lifted off the ground. Separating for a moment, Jungkook approaches again, his fang breaks Jimin's lip and now, the kiss has a metallic taste.

Jungkook sucks and squeezes harder, more eagerly. Jimin digs his own nails into the opposite one and when they part, his head spins.

"If that's what you really want, I can fulfill it for you, my lord."