🌹Flower Boys🌹|| Taekook ||

Chapter: 5

⚠️Warning⚠️  there are parts in this chapter that have abuse in it, it's small but I just wanted to let you know. Please skip over it if you don't or can't read it. However the information is important to the story, so you can message me about it if you would like to hear it without any details.
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It was as if time had stopped, no more going by slowly, but completely stopped.

Taehyung's eyes were so wide, that his eyes were probably going to pop out any second.

The once thought model that was a 'she' was no longer a 'she'.

Taehyung looked at the boy's face, now clearly coming into vision.

J-Jungkook?!

Taehyung had never had a male model before, and now that he thinks about it, when jungkook had the robe on, he didn't see any sign of (female) breasts. How stupid of him to not notice.

Jungkook positioned himself on the stool. His position was rather odd to Taehyung; Jungkook sat on the stool regularly (facing the middle of the room) with both legs hanging off the chair, then brought his right foot to rest onto the stool along with his bottom making his knee be placed inches away from his chest, then he slightly hunched over to let his arm hang over his knee that was a little to the right side of him... putting his private area... on full display.

Taehyung stared for what seemed like hours while artists around simply started to sketch out the male before him.

Taehyung looked at Jungkook's chest. It was so built and sculpted, as if he was a chiseled pieces of quartz. His skin was a milky caramel, and if Taehyung were to touch it, he thought, that it'd feel so smooth and so soft...

Taehyung was also shocked at Jungkook's tiny waist, it dipped so deep, it was so.... feminine? Then it was his time to look at Jungkook's arms which were also beautifully sculpted.

It was as if Taehyung eyes stripping someone, but the male had already been stripped, so all he needed to do was take it in. Taehyung thought he was a ravishing beauty...

And then his eyes landed there. At Jungkook's precious parts. Taehyung had forgotten he'd have to look there, a deep cherry red blush hit his neck and cheeks, eyes going even wider if possible, his mouth shut, swallowing nervously.

Taehyung couldn't help but stare... Jungkook was quite

Q-Quite l-long...

Taehyung slapped him self internally, shaking his head, breaking the contact his eyes made with the body on display for him. What was Taehyung thinking? Why was he acting so weird? Why was he looking so intrigued? It's just Jungkook, and Taehyung has only known him for a week now, why was he so flustered?

He got his shit together and focused on his task to sketch Jungkook's naked body. He held his piece of charcoal in his hand and began his work.

Jungkook couldn't see anything, all the artists seemed like black blobs to him for, the spotlight shining brightly on him blinded him.

Jungkook did feel nervous, honestly, cheeks blushing. When the boss of the place asked if he could model for the Friday classes in return to be a student the rest of the week, he didn't know that he'd have to be completely naked until today. Though, he did have some tapestry hang from his right arm and neck as if it were a cape flowing behind him. But he had already signed the papers and it was final, he couldn't back out now.

Jungkook fell in love with art ever since he was just a kid, going to school in the art rooms, to see just random paintings, but they had meaning, great meaning, and he knew that. It amazed him how something so strange and yet so simple could have so many parts to it and possibly mean the world. Also, it was worth lots of money (he definitely didn't forget that).