Drawn To You

~ 7 ~

"So can I move now?"

"No! Just hold still I'm almost done," Jimin says sternly and he starts to add his finishing details.

Jungkook lightly smiles and slumps on the stool, starting to kick his feet. Jimin sees him in the corner of his eyes and quietly chuckles.

He's learned that although Jungkook fully looks like a mafia boss who could kill you, he's actually a big goofball. It's quite adorable.

Jimin smiled and stepped back from the canvas, his eyes scanning the final strand of color he just added.

He lets out a soft sigh of satisfaction as he sets the brush down on the palette, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Done." He said, looking at Jungkook with a small smile on his lips.

Jungkook lightly chuckled and finally stood up, stretching his arms above his head. As he did his shirt lifted revealing his toned abdomen, Jimin lightly blushed and looked away.

"You did good, Jimin," Jungkook said, his voice low and smooth.

Jimin's gaze drifted back to the painting, his eyes lingering on details.

He felt a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over him, and he couldn't help but smile wider.

But when he turned to Jungkook, he noticed that he was already putting his suit jacket back on.

"Aren't you gonna look at it?" He asked.

Jungkook lightly smiled and shook his head. "I don't need to see it until tomorrow. You can present it to me then."

Jimin sighed and tapped his foot on the floor impatiently, "But I want to know what you think now. Please?"

Jungkook smile faltered for a moment but quickly brought it back as he nodded his head walked over to the canvas.

Jimin's heart jumped and Jungkook eyed the painting, his expression unreadable as always.

For a moment, Jungkook just stared at the artwork, and Jimin couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind.

Did he like it?

Did he hate it?

Jimin's impatience and curiosity got the better of him, and he spoke up softly. "Mr. Jeon, do you like it?"

Jungkook's gaze snapped back to Jimin's face, and for a moment they just looked at each other.

Jimin felt a wave of heat rush to his face the longer Junkook stared. Suddenly, he was right back in his haze, once again stuck under Jungkook's stare.

He gulped and followed Jungkook's eyes as they scanned his entire complexion. Suddenly, Jungkook expression softened and he started laughing.

"It's amazing, Jimin," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "And the paint on your forehead proves it."

Jimin's face flushed with embarrassment as he tried to wipe off the paint with the sleeve. "Did I get it?"

Jungkook chuckled and shook his head, "No, you smeared it,"

Jimin blushed and failed to wipe off the paint and managed to smear it further, making him look like a mess.

Jungkook laughed, "Let me," he said softly.

"No, I got it-"

Jimins words were cut off by a soft hand holding his chin, turning his head's direction.

Jimins face was inches away from Jungkook's.

Jimin felt a jolt as Jungkook's fingers fingers brushed against his skin, sending shivers down his spine.