muse(ic)//mygxreader

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*two days later*

Taehyung and Jungkook were at Taehyung's house. Jungkook was replying to and reading comments on his latest G.C.F. vlog while Taehyung furiously sketched on the pages of his sketch book.

Jungkook noticed the other boy looking up at him now and then but didn't think much of it. Until Taehyung started to stare at him. He tried brushing it off, but he felt uncomfortable under the older's gaze, feeling examined by the artist.

"Stop moving," Tae muttered. Looking up, the maknae gave him a questioning look. "Damnit! I need to see your jaw line," he said, putting his pencil and book next to him.

(A/n Jungkook has THAT jaw line 🤤)

He felt his face heat up, "You were drawing . . . me?"

"Yes!" Tae said. "I have been for the past week!"

Jungkook sat in shock, he didn't think he'd be beautiful enough to grab Taehyung's attention. Especially for one of his works. Thinking for a moment, he gets up and starts to leave the family room.

"Where are you going?" Taehyung asked, his large eyes making the younger's heart feel weird.

"Just stay there." Jungkook made sure the small go pro was in his sweat pants pocket before walking upstairs.

Opening one of the doors, the smell of fresh paint hit him. Taehyung had a few tarps covering the title floor yet there were still a few paint stains. Paint buckets and brushes littered the walls, floors, shelves, and tables along with canvas' of all different sizes. Some used and others empty while others looked like in progress projects. Everything looked messy but organized at the same time, exactly how Jungkook would picture Taehyung's creative space.

Grabbing a canvas, he leaned it against a wall and put two chairs next to it, one infront and one behind. Grabbing the go pro camera from his pocket he placed it where Taehyung wouldn't notice.

Sighing, he went back down stairs to get the painter.

"Come on," Jungkook said.

"What?"

Jungkook grabbed the boy's arm and started to take him upstairs, "If you're going to draw me, do it properly."

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"Hobi!" Jimin yelled from across the dance studio. The small boy quickly made his way to the older.

Hoseok set down his bag and faced the smiling boy who was running towards him, "Hey, Jiminie." He wrapped his arms around his waist when Jimin jumped on him, trying to support the weight of both. A few of Jimin's classmates made rude comments in the background. He held the younger boy tighter, as if trying to shield him from the prejudice.

It's been two weeks since Jimin came out to Hoseok, feeling like the designer was the only one he could fully trust. He knew the others wouldn't hate him, that the others were part of the LGBTQ community. But no one was gay, either pan or bi. It made him feel left out, again.

Being closet to Hoseok, Jimin knew he already had his suspicions. When the other guys in Jimin's dance class would talk about the attractiveness of a girl or how they wish to have girlfriends, he would stay quiet. Trying not to bring attention to himself. Though, Hoseok didn't want intrude so he waited for the other to come out.

It happened when Jimin finally recovered from his injury. He was so excited he instantly texted everyone asking if they could celebrate. They were all busy, though, and apologized. Jimin told them it was fine. But Hoseok could see the sadness in the younger's eyes and called into work saying he needed a mental health day. He took Jimin out to the mall and treated the boy to new dance clothes, Chanel, and food. When the blond boy looked into Hoseok's eyes, he knew we could trust him.