Pacifier •jjk.kth• [Discontinued]

Chapter 3: Min-a Lisa

Halfway through, the embarrassment had melted into lava and taken a renewed form. The anger that the Little was exuding now that his father had left was palpable to the touch. Jeongguk could feel the exciting charge in the air as Taehyung trembled with energy, his cheeks aflame and head downcasted. It almost scared him how vividly he could imagine the gears turning in the Little's head and anticipated the moment he would pop off.

"Hyung! Can you accompany me for a moment?" The seriousness of his expressions started the raven head but he nodded nonetheless. His interest further piqued as a wide Cheshire grin spread over the younger's face, eyes glinting with mischief, the scared Little gone.

Taehyung took him to another staircase, cut off from the drawing room, which led straight to a study room of sorts. Furnished from ceiling to floor in red mahogany, a rich people thing that Jeongguk has come to link it with.

The room was an organised mess. The potted plants on the four corners looked more of a hassle than decoration and the huge cupboard filled to the brim with thick binded files was an eyesore in front of the tall glass window. There was the desk opposite the window as you would imagine in a room like this and behind it a huge leather chair. Too huge for its owner if Jeongguk was to think of Min sitting there with his lithe frame. But what horrified him the most was the painting above the chair. A painting of Min Yoongi, though well drawn it was, Jeongguk thought it eerily resembled the Mona Lisa.

"I know. You would think being a producer, married to a fashion designer, he would have better taste. But look at him posing as Mona Lisa. You know what I am going to do, right? He better be thankful when I am done." Taehyung marched towards the painting and got on his tiptoes, fingertips barely brushing the frame. He did a little jump yet remained unsuccessful all the same. Sighing, he turned to the man standing frozen in the doorway. "Hyung, please get it off for me. You are taller by a few inches."

Jeongguk was quick to do as he was asked, stoic expression towards the artwork in his hold, since he didn't want to disregard the artist's efforts. He placed it on the desk and watched with wide eyes as Taehyung fished out a red lipstick from his pocket. "Please don't question why I have this."

The younger then proceeded make an artwork of his own out of the one on the table. He gave his father fiery red hair, pouty lips and ninja hattori styled blush cheeks. Discontinuing only when the red stick was finished.

All traces of Min's intimidation were gone.

"Doesn't he look pretty now?" Taehyung observed the painting with a crazed look on his face, grinning at the male beside him in intervals, half expecting to be praised. That, Jeongguk couldn't find in himself to do since his eyes were stuck on the seething man stationed on the doorway.

"Tae." He nudged the Little, "Your dad."

"I know he is my dad." Taehyung lifted the painting, turning it at odd angles, scrutinizing the minute details, still blissfully unaware.

"Taehyung." It was a quiet command.

The painting fell hard on the desk, a squeak leaving Taehyung's throat as he caught his father's stare. He was quick to hide behind Jeongguk, only an eye peeking out to trace the other's steps. The man remained ominously silent, a calm before the storm as he looked at the painting which he had spent a good thousand dollars on, now lying ruined and horrible on the desk.

"Jeongguk. I would like to have a talk with you." With that he left, slamming the door loudly behind him.

The both were stunned to say the least, left to hear the echo of the fast approaching disaster.

"He is mad." Taehyung stated.

"And he wants to talk to me." Jeongguk said nodding to himself. When he turned to the other, he found the Little already looking at him with teary eyes, a look of apology casted on his face.