The Painter's Night Arts [A Namjin Fanfic]

Prologue: The Condition

Kim Seokjin excitedly hums as he cleaned the studio. There were times he'd dirty himself and even his apron and clothes, but he was prepared. It was his first day afterall.

His first day as the assistant of a worldwide renowned artist, Kim Namjoon.

He smiled. Who would have thought? He's just a silly, poor, graduating college student afterall. He has no talent whatsoever in arts, but even so when he was told by an acquaintance about the job, no hesitations, he immediately applied.

About his boss? His boss, when he got interviewed by him...Seokjin's first impression was he seemed to be very moody.

The man kept frowning, as if he isn't satisfied with something. Well, it was until Namjoon looked fully at Seokjin that he noticed his boss changed his expression.

Seokjin himself is very confident about his beauty, and Namjoon of course, being an artist, wouldn't let that escape him. Seokjin immediately knew by then, he passed the test number one: be appealing to the eyes.

Namjoon kept staring at Seokjin the whole interview, sometimes smirking even.

And oh, that smirk.

Seokjin temporarily stopped cleaning and organizing the canvases. He stared at the glass window and saw the sky is too clear for a good afternoon.

Then suddenly, a cloud shaping like lips appeared.

Ah, that smirk yes.

It didn't disappear from Seokjin's memory. Never did he thought a painter could look that hot while smirking. He always thought painters are old, short-tempered people.

But Kim Namjoon is different--he's the typical man in a woman's fantasy. Wealthy, young, smart, creative and sexy.

Ah I wanted to see that smirk again, Seokjin thought.

He suddenly found himself imagining how would it feel to be kissed by those sexy lips. Namjoon owned a pretty buff body, and he can't help but stare at Namjoon while his biceps flex as he paints when Seokjin arrived hours ago. Again he imagined how would it feel to be embraced by those arms--to be pinned by it.

As he floats on his somewhat wild wonders, he picked up a new painting from a stand. It was a painting apparently being worked upon by Namjoon for days now--and no way it would scream cheap.

It was rather big, and heavy. About almost his height. No wonder Namjoon had to work for days in it.

A work. He wanted to see Namjoon working again. How was he able to paint those things? Where did his hands get those ideas to magnificently draw that clean of a line? Where did he get those intriguing ideas?

But more so, how can such a perfect man exist?

"Kim Seokjin-ssi, shouldn't you be working instead of staring at me?"

"EYNAMJOON-PERFECT-W-!!"

Seokjin immediately covered his mouth after it slipped, he was so, so surprised he didn't noticed him letting go of the heavy painting. It immediately crashed on the floor. What's bad about it is that, a bucket of red paint stumbled beside it and consequently fell on the painting.

Destroying it completely.

No one spoke for minutes. Seokjin can't believe it. Namjoon doesn't know how to react. Then it suddenly dawned on Seokjin. He felt dread. Panicking, he immediately snatched a cloth from the pocket of his apron and tried to wipe the red paint over the large painting.

"I-I'm very sorry-" he muttered in a panicked voice.

"What-" Namjoon pulled his hair out of frustration and anger, he walked here and there before stopping and angrily said, "Do you know how much that cost??"

Namjoon punched the cabinet beside him out of frustration.

Seokjin kept on wiping, then realized its no longer fixable. Full of red paint himself, he immediately dashed towards Namjoon and pleaded.

"Sir I'm very sorry. I'm very sorry. I will pay for it, really."

"Pay? Do you remember telling me the reason why you really applied for this job while you're attending university? You are broke Seokjin. Do you know how much would that cost?"

As Namjoon was saying that, he can't help but stare at Seokjin's beautiful face. It has many paints in it, of different colors but mostly red. There was also a red paint on his lips. For some reason, Seokjin appeared very desirable in his eyes.

All of a suddenly, an image of a beautiful, innocent, naked man drowning in a set of colors appeared in his mind.

He suddenly felt the urge to paint.

But wait...paint? Paint a human being? He rarely even paints humans, and what more, sexy, erotic painting.

But he can't get it off his mind.

He suddenly felt like his entire body is itchy. He felt breathless as he stared at Seokjin's pleading look as he look so wasted, so dirty by the colors.

Ah, what a beautiful sight.

"Sir Namjoon..."

The pleading, yes the pleading.

It makes him feel different. Hot, itchy and breathless. He needs to do something to satisfy himself, anything. Anything to feed his thirst.

"Fine," Namjoon said very firmly, trying to hide his desire by looking away coldly.

"F-fine?" Seokjin followed, hopeful.

Namjoon now turned to Seokjin's angelic, pleading face, "Be my model."

Seokjin stopped and blinked for a moment, "Your what?"

"Be my assistant still at the day, but my model at night," Namjoon followed.

"I-I have never-" Seokjin hesitantly said but Namjoon immediately cut him off.

"You don't have a means of payment, Seokjin."

Seokjin helplessly stared at his boss, finally agreed. Well, it is true. He is broke, poor. How can he pay when he can't even pay for his bills properly?

"O-okay then..." Seokjin finally agreed while looking away, "But what do you mean by night?" He curiously asked back, like an innocent child.

Namjoon smirked.

Yes, that smirk Seokjin desired in his mind, it appeared. The main reason of this mess.

"You have to pose according to my demands, mostly in a very alluring manner," Namjoon said, emphasizing the words 'very alluring.'

Seokjin gazed at the painter's eyes. It was very malicious, sexy. It looks like it was desiring for something, the something is Seokjin himself.

He felt his breath short, he suddenly felt nervous, very nervous.

Would he be able to satisfy the painter?

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Author's note:

Hello to you, I hope you are safe and happy.

This idea just randomly floated around my mind and I still don't know if I will continue. What do you think?

I hope you vote and comment as well.

Have a good day!

-NL