𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙑𝘼𝙎

seven

SEOKJIN SHIFTED uncomfortably at the command. he felt some sort of warmth to his cheeks and a tingling feeling set at the pit of his stomach. his legs started to feel like jelly - almost giving up at some point. those intense stare from Jungkook's sharp pair of eyes were not helping at all.

the other male cleared his throat, leaning back on his seat as he looked at Seokjin with a small frown - clearly annoyed by how long Seokjin was standing there and do nothing.

"you know, stop wasting my time. if you are just going to stand there like a mannequin then, leave." Jungkook spatted. the older male flinched at the harsh words. he slowly nodded his head taking a grip of his hoodie before sliding it off his head. he looked at Jungkook through his lashes, noticing that the male was still staring at him with his arms folded up to his toned chest.

Seokjin unbuckled his belt, shakily unbuttoned his jeans before finally deciding to slide them off - leaving his in just a tight boxer. his sinfully plump bottom lip was tucked under his teeth, his cheeks flushed up in embarrassment.

"What now? you want me to take your boxer off?" Jungkook teased. a mischievous smile played on his thin lips. Seokjin's eyes widened, "nono! i-i can do it..j-just uh" hooking his fingers on the band of his boxer, he pulled them down and quickly whimpered. he was feeling so exposed, his insecurity started to build up again.

Jungkook stood up, his eyes darkened abit at the sight of the naked beauty standing in front of him. he cupped Seokjin's face, squishing his cheeks gently and smiled when the male looked at him with his tears filled eyes. his thumb caressed those soft pinkish cheeks, "you look beautiful, so sinful. no need to doubt that...hm?" he turned his back towards Seokjin - taking the white silk robe and drapped his over the other's shoulder.

"Do whatever pose you want," he mumbled, loud enough for Seokjin to hear them a nod once again.
The model decided to spread his legs abit, pushing one side of the robe to hang it helplessly on one of his shoulder. he fixed the hem of the robe so it was closing his private part. I mean, he was not going to let another man draw his dick.

satisfied with everything, he turn back his attention on Jungkook who was gripping on his pencil - not that Seokjin saw it. he lowered his gaze, making sure to stare at the other male with a slight glare.

Jungkook's breath simply hitched at that, he could feel his sweatpants started to tighten.

"fuck...."

:D hello. I'm having a fever but I wanted to update so I write this in 25 mins wkrkdkfj fuck