Their Fated Mate

Chapter Forty Eight

                                          SMUT WARNING

After a lovely conversation -more like argument- about Jimin shifting and then me waking up in bed next to him naked I was shown around the rest of the mansion. One of the many rooms that they had set up was an art room for me, a place for me to work on my art in peace. 

I had talked myself into doing something I hadn't in a while, painting. What better way to break in the room? I was still wearing Jungkook's long sleeve navy blue shirt from last night, but now I had a pair of leggings on so I wasn't only half way dressed. 

I looked up at the canvas in front of me, as I twirled the painting brush in the water cup in my hand. I had drawn the outline before starting to paint, and it was coming along pretty well. It was a painting of Yoongi with red eyes, shirtless and there was blood running down from his mouth and onto his body. The look in his eyes was a devilish and seductive one. A throw back piece to before I had even known them, and they were just creatures in my dreams. 

I sighed softly as I grabbed a smaller brush and went in with the black again, painting his shirt on, but open in front to show off his abs. After I finished his shirt, I moved onto the background. I didn't even know what to use for my background yet I found myself picking up another brush and starting to paint a bunch of rose petals in the air around him, almost like they were raining down from the sky. 

I stepped back and admired my work. It looked pretty good honestly. I rinsed off the brush I had used last when I heard someone clapping behind me. 

I turned around to see Yoongi standing there, leaning against the wall as his eyes went from the painting and back to me. 

"Your painting skills are amazing as well. You captured me just right, although I'm not sure where you've seen me with that expression before in my eyes." He said as he stepped closer to me. 

"It's a throw back piece from before I even knew you guys." I told him as he nodded softly as I stepped back to look at the painting. Wondering if it was finished now or if it was missing something. 

I tossed the paint brush back into the cup as I realized that the painting was indeed finished now. I would have to go back over it later once it dried, but that could take hours. 

I placed the water cup down before wiping my hands off on a rag and looking down at myself to make sure I hadn't gotten any paint on me. Surprisingly I hadn't, but I had always been pretty good at that. 

"Guessing it's finished now then." He suggested as I nodded softly. 

"I still have to go back over it once it dries, but for now it's finished." I told him as I checked my phone to see it was almost dinner time. I had been painting all day apparently. 

"If you ever want a nude model by the way all you have to do is ask." He told me and my cheeks heated up as I looked up at him from my phone. 

"I don't do nude artworks sorry, showing abs is more than enough." I told him as I stretched a bit making my way towards the door. 

"More than enough for who though? You can't say you aren't at least a bit curious though Love." He told me as he stepped up closer to me before wrapping his arms around my waist. 

My cheeks heated up a bit more at his words. "I have no idea what you're talking about." I told him as I looked anywhere but up at him. 

"Sure you don't, and I'm sure all of your thoughts and dreams about us are all pure ones. Nothing dirty in the slightest." He told me in a voice laced with sarcasm. 

"Not that it's any of your business, but my thoughts and dreams are mine and mine alone." I told him although I still wasn't able to look up at him. 

"Yet we're your mates, meaning that if you're feeling certain ways we're supposed to help with it." He told me and I sighed softly before looking up at him finally.