• Selfish Prince • || KookMin

14. Body and soul open

"Do you want me to undress?"

"If you don't mind doing so."

Jimin gives a chuckle and Jungkook analyzes how shameless he is. Jimin doesn't mind taking off his clothes, nor does he mind undoing his hair. Jungkook finds it unbelievable that Jimin is someone raised in the Korean tradition. They who are so demure, so upright, so correct and...

Here he has the most named of them, lying naked on a divan and watching him intently.

Jungkook goes over and adjusts him a little. He doesn't make many changes other than to move his arms a little further apart, flex his leg more, and spread his hair more widely over him. It looks like rivers of oil on the milky-skinned body. Jungkook tosses aside his suit jacket and rolls up his white shirt sleeves. Jimin doesn't avoid smiling impishly at him as he also removes his vest, tie and loosens his brown suspenders.

"You have too many clothes" Jimin muses slowly. "And I too little. It's a bit unfair."

"The one who is going to be painted is you, therefore, you are the one who should have no clothes" Jungkook points out taking the paints he will use. The canvas he will paint is huge. "Have you ever undressed in front of someone before?"

"Yes. Many painters. My parents didn't mind" Jungkook gives a soft hum. He expected another answer. "I don't know what happened to those paintings. They just vanished."

"Maybe they sold them."

"Would you buy a painting like that?"

"No. I'd rather buy it from you and paint it myself."

Jimin doesn't stop himself from laughing, hiding his face momentarily. He inhales deeply and settles back where he is. Watching Jungkook do things in general is hypnotic. His concentration is envious. He has only two points of focus and neither of them is productive.

The first is grooming himself.

The second is reading about birds.

Jimin wishes it was politics, science, or something helpful.

Thinking about it makes him feel bad and useless, so he avoids it.

"Does Taehyung look beautiful to you?" asks Jungkook and Jimin relaxes more. The opposite paints, so it's no longer an option to move.

"Yes. He's very beautiful Haven't you seen his face? So... symmetrical, so... I don't know. Anyone would say the gods blessed him." Jimin opines without moving his lips much or changing his expression.

Jungkook doesn't say anything for a long time. His brow slightly furrowed. Jimin wonders what exactly made him angry. Due to the short time he has been here, just a few weeks, he doubts very much that Jungkook is jealous of what he just said.

It would be a bit absurd.

"Do you care much about beauty?"

"It's the only thing we have and we lose it hopelessly." replies Jungkook quietly.

"I wouldn't say we lose it, it just changes.... You just reminded me of a boy who is five years younger than me. He's so beautiful, but obviously I don't go near him" he laughs weakly. "Not so him, who went after me like a puppy and sought my affection. I avoided his kisses, I avoided his touch and he just whined saying, I won't be more beautiful than I am now and when I grow up, I won't be any different than anyone else. A bit melodramatic."

Jungkook remains silent.

"When I was fifteen, I fell in love with an associate of my dad's. He was fifty years old? His hair was still black, he had wrinkles on his face, but even so, his face was still beautiful. At least to me it was," Jimin recounts, lost in the mists of his memories. "His hands were big and he talked about his experiences in the wars, his day to day life, disappointments and loves..."