Him || JiKook

Chapter O1

The quiet of the night was broken by nothing but the music coming out of his ipod and the moans of the girl underneath him.

He was thrusting hard and fast into her, chasing his . Fingers gripping her hips to keep her in place. Her legs were trembling on either side of him indicating that she was about to come once again. So he bent forward, catching nipple into his mouth and sucking hard on it. She let out a cry, eyes squeezing shut as she came, and so he let go, his own release hitting him like a train. His thrusts slowed down until he dropped besides her, completely exhausted. She sighed contentedly.

He laid there, staring at the glowing stars he had glued to the ceiling, catching his breath. He eyed the girl, she was starting to drift off so he stood up to dispose the used condom and brush his teeth. On his way back to bed, he picked up his discarded boxers, putting them on. The girl had barely covered herself with the sheets, hair fanned on the pillow. There was something enchanting about the way the moonlight was painting her in an array of dark blue hues, in the tiny part of her lips. Without thinking twice, he grabbed his camera and adjusted a couple settings before taking a few shots.

He captured the way the sheets twisted around her long legs, he captured the chiaroscuro of her moonlit breasts. Checking the shots, he quite liked the one closing on her chest, so he moved over and pointed straight down at her. He adjusted the zoom so he could get both her lips and her belly button into the shot and snapped a couple more.

They were pretty good, who knew the girl wouldn't only be a good lay but also a great addition to his portfolio. He thought about taking a picture of her face - she was sleeping so the eyes wouldn't show and his mentor would finally leave him in peace - but quickly discarded the idea.

There was nothing there.

The thing was, he needed that kind of material. Jungkook was one of the best photography majors in university, only surpassed by his senior Min Yoongi. He was extremely talented and all his professors praised his work constantly.

Jungkook had only one defect, the one thing keeping him for reaching the top. He couldn't do portraits. He couldn't, for the life of him, snap a full face shot. It wasn't that he was incapable of getting the settings right. He just couldn't tolerate the emptiness of the eyes staring back at him. He hated it. It felt like working with still life. So every time a project required him to shoot humans, he would only capture silhouettes, random body parts, maybe a pair of lips. He even went as far as to capture one of Taehyung's eyes in the corner of a waterfall shot once. But that was it.

He had managed to make it work though. The aesthetics of his work always giving him the highest scores. His photographs were usually the favorite ones along with Yoongi's during their exhibits, but more often than not it was Yoongi that snatched the people's favorite award. Because he was able to do humans very well. It didn't matter how many hours of suffering and how many scratches it took Jungkook to capture the perfect kaleidoscope of his cat's eyes, people preferred shots of people. It was frustrating.

He needed the shot though. His mentor had given him an ultimatum. No more half humans, no more animals or nature. They all knew he could do that very well. His project this year was going to be about human beauty. He had to start shooting portraits, whether he liked it or not. So he snapped a picture of the girl's face, but deleted it immediately after checking.

He could deal with that tomorrow.

Not wanting to sleep in the same bed with the reminder of his shortcomings, he left the room and went to Taehyung's, across the hall. They had been roommates for the longest time, ever since coming to university. He was his best friend, his special person, the only pair of eyes he could confidently say he didn't hate.

He pushed the door open. Taehyung was sprawled in bed, Gina (Jungkook's cat) sleeping on his pillow with her face buried on his soft lavender hair. He padded to the bed, dropping himself in the little space left and closed his eyes. Taehyung, as if sensing him on his slumber, immediately grabbed him on a bear hug burying his face on the crook of Jungkook's neck. He smiled softly before drifting off, lulled to sleep by his friend's steady breaths.