Something about the two young boys had changed in recent days. The countless hours they devoted to each other further strengthened their connection, bringing them even closer by weaving an invisible thread between them that was only bringing them towards each other. The concealed sentiments for each other were gradually unfolding and there was still a lot to know about each other to get so close that there would never even be a distance of a few millimetres. The best part of it all was that their feelings for each other were mutual, no side was more intense or faded. Jungkook found himself an endless praise, an inspiration and the constant mode of motivation while Taehyung found himself a teacher, a supporter and a guide who will only lead him to the best path.

In the realm of their togetherness, the indifference of their lives never surfaced as an issue. When together, time seamlessly became exclusively theirs, just them in a space and all the things they would do. Taehyung discovered that the realm of art exceeded his initial perceptions. Jungkook's guidance consistently propelled him to improve each day, making the decision to seek his advice truly worthwhile. Beyond skill enhancement, the time spent with Jungkook was, in essence, golden.

They weren't just limited to Jungkook's house but the school too, flirtatious gazes always on each other if they would cross paths. The welcoming smiles and the gestures full of temptations. Taehyung would always make sure to check on Jungkook in the break times. Watching him work became his new obsession.

And just like other usual days he was staring at Jungkook's back who was engrossed in painting another empty space on the wall of the corridor of their school. The artist had half of his long hair tied up in a man bun, plain white tank top with deep cuts of sleeves on shoulders, giving a mere view of his muscular torso, his veiny strong arms fully displayed. A plaid shirt tied on his waist and carelessly hanging through his hips with ripped jeans on. Jungkook pressed and rolled his brush onto the palette, then wiped the sweat beads off his forehead with the back of his hand to clean but subconsciously messed up his forehead. A familiar giggle coming from behind alarmed him and he turned his head on cue to find the cute brunet standing there. Jungkook too smiled to spot him, eyebrows knitted in slight confusion to see him giggle like that.

"What?" He asked and Taehyung walked closer to him.

"Jungkook-nim, your face." Taehyung pointed and Jungkook just questioned him with a raised eyebrow.

"Did I colour myself?" He asked and the brunet nodded. Jungkook looked down to see his hands, both were messed up. Taehyung smiled, taking out his clean plain white silk handkerchief. He gently leaned in to pat it on Jungkook's face, and the artist effortlessly surrendered to the soothing touch. Gently wiping his forehead clean, Taehyung moved strands of Jungkook's black hair from his face with his other hand and while doing this he looked insanely adorable with his soft gaze tracing Jungkook's features whose mouth was agape, eyes shut close by the touch.

Jungkook was enjoying that to say the least, feeling hypnotised by the treatment that he didn't even realise how the palette slipped off his hands to hit the floor, smearing the floor and staining both their clothes. Taehyung retracted back. His brown pants were stained with colourful droplets and the same happened with Jungkook's ripped jeans which were already messed up to start with.

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry-"

"Ah I only have one handkerchief." Taehyung whined sadly and Jungkook untied the shirt hanging through his waist, quickly squatting down and trying to wipe the excess off Taehyung's leg.

"No, Jungkook-nim, it's okay. Please don't." Taehyung panicked slightly, trying to stand back.

"I'm really sorry." Jungkook apologised again and Taehyung squatted down in front of Jungkook.

"Jungkook-nim, it's okay please." Taehyung held his hand back, feeling embarrassed a little bit.

"It's all messed up." The artist spoke out sadly, so disappointed with himself for ruining his fresh pair of pants.

Taehyung wanted to lift the moods like how Jungkook would do, he didn't want him to feel bad at all.

"It's okay, isn't it an artist's pride?" Taehyung asked with a soft smile, booping Jungkook's nose that caused him to flicker his eyes slightly. Taehyung stood up and gave his hand for Jungkook to stand. Jungkook grinned widely before taking his hand and getting up.

"Mr. Kim is really an artist now, no doubt about that." Jungkook complimented and Taehyung flicked his hair sassily in a fun way to lift up their moods.

"So this means I paint well?"

"Very well."

"Jungkook-nim…" Taehyung then faced him with excitement, clasping his hands together in joy.

"Yeah?"

"Will you mind if I join you to help you paint the walls during my break time?" The brunet asked and desperately waited for an answer.

"You really want to?" Jungkook asked and the other male nodded repeatedly, showing his puppy eyes and how could the artist deny the request of this adorable guy. The artist just chuckled before agreeing.

"Let's start with the background artist Kim Taehyung. Lavender hills with crystal white snow, would you like to help me?" Jungkook asked and Taehyung nodded, accepting the challenge. The artist then handed him a wide flat brush, taking one in his own hands. He then picked up some colour cans from the floor and handed one to Taehyung who seemed so excited to drip the brush into colours before carefreely applying it on the wall, smiling at Jungkook from time to time, thankful for him for allowing him to draw this way.

"Go for it!" Jungkook encouraged him and Taehyung nodded before dipping his brush into the colour. He always wanted to draw on big spaces, not only wanted to be limited to the canvas or papers and Jungkook could see how happy he seemed when he started swaying his body and moving along the flow of the strokes of his brush once he began to paint.

"Just this wall, Taehyung, don't paint the entire school." Jungkook jokingly commented from behind and Taehyung turned around to face him, innocent eyes widened a little.

"Oh sorry." He apologised before beginning to work on his part and Jungkook only admired him from afar, smiling on his own. He decided to join him later, taking a brighter shade of lavender to bring the painting to life while the other one just moved his hand across the wall carelessly, enjoying it so much.

They continued it for a while until Taehyung was done making the mountains and Jungkook was done with shading half of them.

"Jungkook-nim, can I do the shading as well?" Taehyung requested after finishing one shade, forming plain mountains with them.

"You want to?" Jungkook asked and Taehyung nodded eagerly, the artist will always be ready to oblige. After taking the different shade of colour from Jungkook's hands, Taehyung's face gleamed with joy as if a child got a new pack of crayons while Jungkook was just being a fan of his innocent side. His soft gaze admired Taehyung who started bringing life to the mountains, despite their large size he handled them so well. The shading part naturally made them look better and real. Taehyung caught Jungkook's shading style so well and the black haired could see his keen sense of catching up the details of suggestions which reflected through his way or working as he shaded the parts that needed to be highlighted. He had taken notes of all the advice Jungkook had given so far and the artist felt so delighted with the fact. Jungkook was mesmerised by the way of his working, Taehyung was so immersed into it, gaze focused on his flow of hands as he worked while his teacher took notes of every minute detail of him. The artist decided to join him later, the smile of encouragement never leaving his lips while Taehyung seemed very happy to be allowed to do this.

First, Jungkook could trust him with painting the walls and second, there's no way he could deny any of his requests. And his trust in him was worth it, Taehyung reduced his load of work yet drew so well that the artist was less burdened with the work and it was finished in less time than usual. After finishing the wall Taehyung stood afar to admire his creation, actually finding it better than he imagined it to be.

"Jungkook-nim, how does it look?" He asked and Jungkook stood beside him, judging the wall.

"How does it look to you?" He asked him instead.

"It looks good I guess? But I want to know your thoughts."

"You know what, Taehyung?" Jungkook began and the other one turned to face him with full attention.

"Yeah?"

"Your hands didn't shake today, you didn't back away or didn't stop. As you always wanted to go with the flow, today you really were carefree and I am so proud of you for being so catchy." Jungkook said words of honesty, causing the fluttering of this young guy's heart who timidly looked down and realised how the artist was right. He then looked down at his messed up hands, just as messy as the artist's.

"Jungkook-nim, I really felt like flying when I drew. Is this how light you feel too?" Taehyung then looked into his eyes and Jungkook blinked with a slight nod, agreeing to him.

"I can't wait to see you fly more and more, Taehyung."

The brunet's gaze softened at the artist's words, lips curling in a smile as he placed down the empty colour can near the wall.

"I will, Jungkook-nim, thanks for giving me wings." Taehyung then handed Jungkook the brush and the artist's eyes were showing so many unfolded and unspoken emotions and the brunet's were reflecting them back to him.

What was happening to them? Why were their hearts pacing up so fast when they would look into each other's eyes? Why was it all happening?

"I'll join you later, sorry but the break time is over." Taehyung then informed and Jungkook finally averted his gaze away and brought him out of his thoughts.

"Okay."

Taehyung then gave him a smile, leisurely stepping back and turning himself as he decided to walk away through the corridor while Jungkook just stared at his way. Watching him leave seems like a loss of its own, Jungkook was failing his heart to him.

The artist then shook his head while smiling, his eyes then falling down to the floor.

He found Taehyung's handkerchief there which he bent down to carry. Shaking it once, he ruffled it with his thumb. The texture was very soft but not as much as Taehyung's touch.

The colours mixed with his sweat beads soaked into the handkerchief, the single piece of cloth beholding a sign of care and comfort which the artist could feel. And no one cared for the artist like he did, the owner of not only the handkerchief but now his heart too.