Babydoll

20

Taehyung was enjoying his holiday to the fullest. He loved his major, he loved going to school but after the exams and projects, it was nice to just relax for a bit. He still painted in his room anyway, it wasn’t like he’d stop completely because it was his passion.

One night when Jungkook came to his room – which didn’t happen often because his room was close to Yoongi’s while Jungkook’s was further – Jungkook was lying on his bed after a round of sex. Taehyung got up from the bed to clean himself up little bit and when he returned from the bathroom, he almost stopped breathing at the sight in front of him.

Jungkook was lying sprawled on his bed in his naked glory, moonlight illuminating his perfect body and face since Taehyung didn’t put down the shades earlier.

He came over to his desk, taking a sketchbook and pencil. Jungkook opened his eyes, looking at him silently.

Taehyung started drawing.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook asked quietly, his voice deep and husky.

“Drawing you, you look good right now,” the younger admitted.

“Only now, huh? I thought I look good all the time,” the boss chuckled teasingly.

“I mean you do but you look really damn good in the night light. It suits you, it’s like you are a nocturnal creature, darkness looks good on you,” Taehyung said almost absent-mindedly as he was drawing Jungkook’s portrait. The older man was watching him curiously. He didn’t know why what Taehyung just said got to him, it was like it summed him up perfectly. He liked darkness and he had lots of it in him but Taehyung liked it on him. In a way, it felt like Taehyung was the only person who understood him, even though he’s been surrounded by gangsters since he was born.

Taehyung was done in couple more minutes, it wasn’t a perfect portrait, it was just a quick sketch but it was still capturing Jungkook’s features perfectly. He took dark and light blue pencil, colouring and shadowing the sketch to capture the moonlight on Jungkook's skin.

“All done, you can move now,” Taehyung smiled.

“I don’t wanna move,” Jungkook grinned, stretching and putting arms under his head, staring at the younger with a smirk: “Come on, baby doll, show me.”

Taehyung moved almost automatically, it was like his body and mind were set on obeying Jungkook whether it was under the bed sheets or not.

He climbed on the bed, nothing but Jungkook’s boxers he put on earlier hugging his hips, his long legs folded under him. He showed the sketchbook to the older, biting his lip nervously. He didn’t know why he wanted so much for Jungkook to like it.

The gangster took the sketchbook, looking at the portrait of himself. It wasn’t a perfect drawing but it was still looked like him, the colours and shadowing looked really good too. He saw some of Taehyung’s drawings and paintings since he had them hung up all over the room but it still hit him how talented the younger really was.

“That’s beautiful, Tae,” Jungkook finally spoke up, looking at the younger. His heart did a funny flip when Taehyung’s face split into a bright smile, happy for the compliment.

“You are really damn talented,” Jungkook continued: “Would you paint something for me? Like, I mean, something to hang up on the wall in my bedroom.”

“Um, y-yeah, sure,” Taehyung was taken aback by the request. It felt so meaningful that Jungkook wanted to have his work on the wall of his room that was his private place.

“What would you like me to paint?” the blonde asked.

“Doesn’t matter, surprise me, come up with something you think I’d like, I think you can figure something out,” Jungkook brought his hand up to brush Taehyung’s hair behind his ear, looking at him with so much softness it made Taehyung’s heart hammer in his ribcage. He didn’t know why he got so emotional about Jeongguk implying he knew him well. But maybe he really did.