Paint Me | TaeKook

Red - 9.2

Paint me in shades of yellow, red and blue

Reflecting a love so strong, so bright yet somewhat untrue

How long will you keep pretending I'm the one you pursue

When the one who left me and ruined me was also you

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Jungkook was laid flat in his bed, cicadas chittering louder than before. The rain had settled down minutes ago, leaning on the right side of his bed, he looked at the clock on his bedside table that says 7:00 pm, indicating that 2 hours had passed already since he got home from Taehyung's place.

Two hours but it seemed like it was only a minute ago.

Looking back at the drops of rain sliding down the glass window, his hand, warm and unstill found its way to his face, the warmth still not fading, and went down to his lips, sliding his thumb through the plush flesh. He suddenly remembers their talk a few hours ago.

"What do you mean naked? As in nude? No clothes on?" He said in his duh face, not showing any emotions except for he knows that his eyes take nothing away.

His innocent, honest eyes as what his mother told him a long time ago.

He meets Taehyung's gaze as he looks up, but looks down again, crossing his arms to stop his hands from being everywhere for it happens when he's nervous.

"Unfortunately for you, yes." Taehyung replied seriously, and he sunk low in the couch, unconsiously pouting.

"So people still do these things until now..." Jungkook whispered, but Taehyung heard it

"Sadly yes, I half expected this, given the major I'm in but the previous class did a half-life sized clay sculpture so we thought we will do it too, but shit happened, profs changed and went to the basics." He said nonchalantly, fingers encircling the warm mug of chocolate infront of him.

He was surprised by the profanity Taehyung said, but it just attracts him more, the little stud he has in his right ear cartilage adding to his wet hair, bangs parted, sticking on his forehead that he was sporting, the look unconciously turning him on.

"I assume that these works of you art majors will be on exhibit?" he asked, he knows the answer, he just want it to come from him.

"Actually, we dunno. Maybe yes, maybe no, but I feel definitely not after the submission---"

"That's sad..." he mumbled

"--but don't worry, we don't use our real names as we give it to our professor. Only he knows what pseudonym we use for signing the artwork."

I don't know if that's supposed to make me feel better. My face will still be revealed.

"If you're afraid that your face would possibly be seen, actually, it depends on me. The reason why I want to see you is to capture a perfect scene with you on it. Facing me or not."

"So technically, I really won't be stripping everyday infront of you to make you have something of an inspiration?" Slumped on the couch, he suddenly brightens up.

Or maybe I can.

The thought of taking clothes off everytime they see each other makes him feel excited and shudder at the same time.

Oh Jungkook, that's not really good, not really bad either. His dirty mind said.

"Yeah, maybe, I can start with the vibe with you at first, sketch it up, and maybe I can just make you do that later on, no clothes but with underwear on, to not make you feel uncomfortable 'bout it."