I Need You Dangerously [BOOK 2]

CHAPTER 12: NEVER REPLACE YOU

[MEANWHILE AT TAEHYUNG]

The brush swayed softly across the cotton canvas, leaving a trail of a vibrant red behind as it danced to various directions.

A serene vibe was showered in the white hotel-like room, as it had just the perfect amount of lightning, a small couch on the right side of the room, which was near the door and a large window.

Taehyung learned a thing or two about painting, it became his pastime. He learned when he saw online posts relevant to visual arts and pursued to master it. Quiet it is when nothing is heard but the brush strokes each time he made, whereas it was disrupted by the sound of the door opening.

He almost dropped his paintbrush and he turned behind him, he saw Jin leaning by the door frame comfortably, with his arms folded securely. Taehyung halted the process of creating the image to divert his attention to the doctor.

"Hey, V," he sweetly said and waved. He dragged his feet towards the artist. Jin went behind him and studied the painting, intrigue showering his void of thoughts.

Taehyung leaned his back on Jin, looked up at him before he asked, "what do you think?"

"Very imaginative, did you really come up with this idea?" He put both of his hands on Taehyung's shoulders.

"Yeah I did," Taehyung smiled sweetly, he continued to drag the material around the canvas, with a different hue this time.

Jin sighed and continued to watch the younger's creativity be painted into a visual image.

Though, Taehyung couldn't focus well as eyes were set attentively on him and his movements, all he did was bite the inside of his left cheek and just tried to focus on what was in front of him.

A couple of minutes passed and Jin was watching him, still in his place, which was beside the peach haired man. He slightly slouched to lean over for better sight of each stroke.

"Jin," he called out.

"Please stop watching me," he said shyly.

Jin then whispered in his ear,"what if I say, I can't help it?"

Taehyung then brought up the paint filled brush bristles, "I'll make your face my canvas."

"You wouldn't dare—" he was interrupted when Taehyung lightly dabbed a yellow dot on his nose.

Jin gasped and grunted, "V!" He snappily snatched the brush from his hand and created a dot on his cheek.

"Bitch!" Taehyung gasped out and grabbed another, which had traces of red paint. He swept it across his nose bridge, making it look like he didn't blend a blush cream.

"So you're now playing games with me?" Jin laughed, he then spontaneously swiped the paint on Taehyung's chin.

Taehyung clenched his jaw and widened his eyes, so he painted a black streak on the older's cheek. Before Taehyung could escape, Jin encased him in his arms and dotted his face.

Just like children, they played around with the paint, marking each other's faces with its strong pigments.

"Ah, Jin, stop it!" He giggled as he stroke his paint in the said man's neck.

To stop Taehyung from smearing him, he tickled him by the waist and this made the younger giggle uncontrollably.

He almost dropped the material, which he didn't because he gripped on to it tightly. He acted as if that was his prime weapon.

While Jin was painting on him with a free left hand, the younger finally caught the perfect timing to implant the color and he made it on to his forehead.

This continued on until Jin lost balance on the stool chair and both of them fell backwards on the carpet floor. Taehyung then fell beside him, Jin smiled sweetly at the peached hair colored man and held him close, one arm wrapping him. Taehyung voiced out, "you're such a child."

Jin shook his head while smiling, "says the one who gets intimidated by a stare."

The younger then fired back, "well at least I'm not stubborn unlike you."

Taehyung then chuckled after articulating the statement, no one could ever replace the feelings he felt with Jin.

[MEANWHILE AT JUNGKOOK]

"No, I'm not taking you anywhere," Jungkook dead panned.

"Please," the girl wearing a short red dress pleaded. She was persuading Jungkook to be with her for the last hour. This wasn't new to Jungkook, every bar he went to, girls would always ask him out.

"No, I have a boyfriend," he drank his alcoholic beverage, which was a scotch to a heartbeat, never landing his gaze on the woman.

"He won't find out," she purred and licked her lips. She didn't care if in her assumption he is either bisexual or gay, she wanted him for herself.

At that moment he would've taken her and pull up in his house but no, he just couldn't.

"I need you, you're so hot," she pulled up her skirt to make it shorter then cupped Jungkook's face.

He didn't make her hold longer so he pulled away, he had enough of her pleas so he told her off, "what part of 'I have a boyfriend' don't you understand? I'm in a relationship with the man I love, and I'll never replace him for someone as trashy as you."

Yes, up to that day, he still declared that he's in a relationship, even if he was nowhere to be seen.

"But I bet I can please you even more than your boyfriend," she winked.

He smashed the glass on the bar table, a few heads turned to them as he created the noise, hence Jungkook scrunched his nose in and aggravation was evident in his intonation, "get you and your artificial ass out of here, you bitch."

"But—-" he interrupted. His voice raised significantly, "listen, because I'm not going to say this again. He is the only man I'll ever love in my existence, and it's like wasting such a rare gem if I were to go out with you. I don't care if you do this to other guys, but just don't do this to me, otherwise you might need to learn how to escape."

His glare was dangerous, more than he ever did. He looked like he was ready to murder her at any point, he hated whenever people tried hitting on him (ever since he met Taehyung's human form). In estimation, he killed at least 5 of them, that what happens when one is too persistent.

But just as he remembered Taehyung, he didn't insist on making her the 6th corpse he'll bury. He slowed down just a little bit so he just tore his gaze, paid the bill and turned to her one last time before he left, "try to find your own man because I guarantee you that you'll be wasting time and tears with me."

Jungkook took heavy footsteps towards the parking lot, a void of mess corrupting his mind.

He then hopped right in the moment he pressed the key of his car. He leaned his forehead on the steering wheel, a tear drop then fell on his cheek.

His eyes were set on the tip of his shoes, he bit his lip to prevent himself from crying, once again,

'If only it's true that he's still with me,' he thought.