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Wednesday

The bell above the door chimed as Jungkook stepped into the quaint art supply store, the smell of fresh paint and aged paper enveloping him like a warm embrace. He scanned the aisles, his eyes landing on the vibrant array of paint tubes, feeling a gentle thrum of excitement in his chest. It was a stark contrast to the sterile environment of the tattoo parlor where he spent most of his days, but today was different. Today, he had a surprise planned for Taehyung, something that would take them out of their usual routine and hopefully, closer together.

Jungkook's mind buzzed with ideas as he picked out the perfect canvas, brushes, and a palette of colors that mirrored the vibrancy of Taehyung's soul. He knew how much his employee loved to paint, and he had noticed the way Taehyung's eyes lit up whenever they talked about art. It was a shared passion that had yet to be fully explored, and Jungkook was eager to be the one to introduce him to a new dimension of self-expression.

Once back at the tattoo parlor, Jungkook cleared out the back room, setting up the easels and arranging the supplies with meticulous care. He wanted this to be a special moment, one that Taehyung would remember for a long time. The walls were already adorned with their combined artwork, a testament to the friendship and creative bond they had built over the years. But today was about more than just art; it was about taking a chance, about laying bare his feelings on a canvas of possibility.

Taehyung walked in after his last appointment, his eyes widening in surprise. "Jungkook, what's all this?" He asked, setting down his bag. Jungkook felt his heart race as he turned to face Taehyung, the anticipation of the surprise etched on his features.

"I thought we could try something new today," Jungkook said, gesturing to the supplies. "A tattoo-inspired painting class, just the two of us."

Taehyung's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Really? You set this up?"

Jungkook nodded, trying to keep his cool. "Yeah, I figured it could be a good way to unwind after work, and maybe learn something new."

Taehyung's smile grew. "That's so thoughtful of you. I've never painted in so long. I can't wait to see what we create."

Jungkook's nerves were palpable as he handed Taehyung a set of brushes and a palette of paints. He had hoped the art class would be a way to break down barriers between them, to show Taehyung that there was more to their relationship than just boss and employee. As they both sat down in front of their blank canvases, Jungkook took a deep breath, trying to ignore the way his heart was hammering in his chest.

They began with basic strokes, Jungkook guiding Taehyung through the motions of creating intricate patterns and shapes that were reminiscent of traditional tattoo art. The silence between them was comfortable, filled only with the soft sound of brushes on canvas and the occasional request for a different color or tool. It was in these quiet moments that Jungkook felt a connection growing stronger, a bond that went beyond the walls of the tattoo parlor.

As the hours ticked by, their creations started to take shape. Jungkook painted a majestic dragon, its scales shimmering with metallic hues, while Taehyung worked on a delicate bouquet of flowers that seemed to bloom before their very eyes. Each stroke revealed a piece of their souls, and Jungkook found himself drawn to the gentle touch and precision of Taehyung's handiwork. He watched as Taehyung's eyes narrowed in concentration, his tongue peeking out slightly between his teeth, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for the man who had become so much more than just a colleague.

Their hands touched occasionally as they reached for the same shade of paint or leaned in to inspect each other's work. Each time, Jungkook felt an electric jolt, a silent communication that seemed to say more than words ever could. Taehyung's laughter filled the room, a sound that never failed to make Jungkook's heart swell with happiness. He took a moment to study Taehyung's profile, the way the light played with the soft lines of his face, and the way his hair fell in artful disarray around his eyes.