A hurricane constantly churned in Taehyung's mind ever since he discovered his family's intentions for his future. Although he chose not to voice his concerns yet, a deep sense of misery and helplessness lingered within him. In these moments, Jungkook became his sole escape; he would find an end to it with him every time his worries intensified. Taehyung's life seemed like a pendulum swinging between his family, causing anxiety, and Jungkook, providing a tranquil haven. Jungkook didn't need words to notice the difference. He observed how Taehyung would enter and leave, noting the contrast in his smiles. One would be fake and burdened, while the other was genuine and real. Despite trying to inquire many times, Taehyung would deflect the questions with demands for kisses, cuddles, or even more, sometimes even during work, testing Jungkook to the fullest. It was Jungkook's weakness, he couldn't deny Taehyung, and the latter took advantage of this fact. Whatever Taehyung demanded became Jungkook's obligation, something he willingly followed and fulfilled.

Like many other days, it was one of those autumn days when the sky suddenly burst open, a gentle pitter-patter of rainfall surrounding the town and Jungkook found himself held hostage by Taehyung on a still stool, his body exposed. Why, you may ask? Because Mr. Kim Taehyung was feeling particularly artistic, and the bad weather had ruined his desire to paint the autumn trees and sky. Instead, he kept Jungkook still on the stool, using him as a muse without anything on his body—just a silk blanket tied around his hips, ahem, over his manhood, which cascaded down to the floor, gracefully climbing over one leg.

Jungkook felt a bit chilly, but to demonstrate that the weather wasn't too cold, Taehyung decided to reveal himself a bit as well. It had become a habit for Taehyung to wander around Jungkook's house without pants, sometimes just with a messy shirt over his shorts. On occasion, he would pull up Jungkook's tank top or even snatch the shirt tied around his waist when the artist would work. Taehyung did everything to create distractions and give Jungkook a hard time. Just like that very time. Jungkook wasn't initially fond of the idea of posing naked for an extended period, considering the chilly weather. But he soon forgot the cold as Taehyung ignited a spark in their surroundings. The brunet meticulously observed Jungkook and his canvas, going back and forth, immersed in his painting for a while. In an effort to protect his classic vintage-style attire from paint splatters, Taehyung stripped himself and wore one of Jungkook's old cream-coloured cotton shirts over his bare legs. Little did he know that the way he wore that shirt was sparking some less-than-innocent thoughts in Jungkook's mind. The artist remained seated on the stool, investing time in capturing every detail of Taehyung – his postures, expressions, and body language. Jungkook aimed to sketch these observations later, intending to adorn his bedroom walls with them. Luckily, the silk sheet tied around his lower half remained in its place or else Taehyung might have found it challenging to hold a brush at this moment because his focus would be stolen by something else. As Jungkook's arms started to ache from maintaining a prolonged pose, he attempted to settle himself more comfortably on the stool.

"Are you done? My hands are so wealthy, don't kill them." Jungkook groaned, stretching his arms slightly and rotating his neck to find his ease again.

"Just a little more while."

The artist threw his head back, sighing until his Adam's apple rose prominently over his throat, the cartilage rings clearly visible as he gulped onto nothing. Taehyung's grip on the brush and palette loosened momentarily.

"Stay still!" Taehyung commanded, and Jungkook tilted his head to look at him, raising his brows.

"I'm sore."

"I'm just done." The young artist informed, attempting to refocus on his canvas but Jungkook groaned loudly.

"You're making it hard for me." He complained, deciding to stay in the same position until Taehyung completed his work. The poor brunet was battling against his will to paint without distractions. After spending some time absorbed in his work, Taehyung finally realised that he had managed to resist the urge to approach Jungkook and disrupt the process.

"Ah, it's finally done." He whispered to himself after a while, admiring his canvas with full attention. The brunet felt a sense of pride. He had put in his best effort to paint Jungkook, although not as perfectly as the artist himself, but somewhat similar—enough for him to show it off proudly.

"Can I see?" Jungkook's whisper suddenly reached Taehyung's ears, catching him off guard. He hadn't realised when Jungkook had come up behind him. Startled by the suddenness, Taehyung's palette was accidentally slapped onto the bottom of the canvas. Some of the colours smeared onto Jungkook's legs in the painting, and droplets of paint messed up his torso and abdomen. Taehyung held his hair, eyes widened in shock as he saw his masterpiece soon getting ruined with unintentional colour droplets.

"What did you do?" Taehyung asked in pure shock, his heart pounding as he witnessed his masterpiece being messed up right in front of his eyes. Jungkook's heart, too, was pounding.

"No, Taehyung, what did you do?" Jungkook asked, amazed, staring at himself on the canvas. Despite the colour droplets, Taehyung had portrayed him so perfectly that the beauty of the artwork remained unaffected. The artist carried the canvas in his hands, admiring it with awe.

"No! It's- it's ruined. Because of you!" Taehyung snatched his canvas away, placing it back on the frame while sulking, looking down at it with his shiny eyes.

"Because of me? But what about the time when I kept sitting and posing for you? Oh, you're so ungrateful." Jungkook said in his defence.

"You still ruined it! I wanted it to be perfect." Taehyung whined, and Jungkook sighed, bending down to pick up the palette and brush from the floor, sprinkling more colour on his canvas.

"What-" Taehyung asked, amazed until Jungkook sprinkled more droplets on the background, leaving his body wholly and covering the rest of the background with it. The droplets were dense at the bottom and less at the top, making it look as if flower petals were floating in the air and as if he eventually settled on the floor under Jungkook's feet where the palette was hit. Taehyung witnessed Jungkook adeptly revising it in seconds, skillfully concealing his error, almost as if he intentionally aimed to enrich the painting's beauty and significance.

"There's no room for errors in art." Jungkook said after finishing, turning to face Taehyung, who was staring at his creation, suddenly adorned by Jungkook's final touch. Taehyung looked at the modified painting and then back at Jungkook with amazement.

"You turned it into something even more beautiful. How did you do that so quickly?"

Jungkook chuckled at Taehyung's questions and decided to respond, "Art is about adapting and turning imperfections into something unique. Now, it tells a different story."

"But I still wanted to copy you perfectly. Paint you down exactly as you are but you really showed who's the artist here." Taehyung whispered defeatedly and Jungkook didn't seem to approve of the choice of his words at all.

"Did you just claim yourself any lesser than me?" Jungkook questioned, gazing a bit stern as he averted his eyes back to the brunet.

"I mean… I just still couldn't paint you down perfectly and exactly."

Taehyung only looked down sadly until Jungkook held his hand. The brunet's hand was adorned with a chaotic mix of colours.

"Okay, then I'll be like this painting." Jungkook said and as he spoke, he rubbed Taehyung's hand on his abdomen, blending the colours to mimic the final painting. Taehyung looked up at him with pure amazement. Was he really doing that? Jungkook didn't stop there; holding Taehyung's hand over the palette in his other hand, he pressed Taehyung's finger into more colours. Bringing the hand back to himself, he allowed Taehyung's slender fingers to trail down from his neck to his chest, adding more hues.

"Is that enough?" Jungkook asked in a low whisper, his face just an inch away from Taehyung's, positioning the artist's lips at the same level as the brunet's nose.

Taehyung maintained eye contact, suppressing his desires as his hand stayed connected to Jungkook's body. Coloured fingers traced a path down his broad, defined abs, reaching the V-line secured by the not-too-firmly tied silk blanket. Jungkook anticipated the unfolding events, not caring when that silk sheet dropped to the ground over his feet, with Taehyung's hand refusing to stop.

"You know what you're doing?" Jungkook asked in a seductive whisper, his hand, coloured from the palette, touching Taehyung's cheek. A stain of red marked Taehyung's cheek, running down to his neck, as Jungkook's hands continued their journey, not stopping until Taehyung's jaws were gently held, forcing his head to lift upward. Taehyung hissed, biting his lip as Jungkook guided the brunet's hand back down onto him, the artist refusing to make it easy. Taehyung could be bold, but Jungkook was equally tough. Jungkook restrained Taehyung's hand with his own large grasp, while his other hand held the brunet's jaw. Despite the intimate moment, Taehyung managed to convey a pleading gaze, maintaining an unexpected touch of innocence in the midst of it all.

"You weren't focused all the time. Were you?" Jungkook asked the brunet, who subtly shook his head, trying his best to keep his breaths stable as the excitement grew in.

"Why not?" Jungkook continued, in a gentle whisper, despite being fully aware of the reason. He tested the poor boy, who was melting under the questioning tone, his knees betraying him as they refused to stand steady, legs quivering. All Taehyung wanted was to kneel before his artist, finding solace under Jungkook's stern gaze and relishing in the praise for being good. Jungkook observed how Taehyung appeared vulnerable under his gaze. Unable to maintain the brunet's gaze by holding his jaws, the artist watched as Taehyung willingly lowered himself. Jungkook released his grip, allowing the other male to drop to his knees. Stained hand ran on the elder's big thigh, adding more colour to the intimate canvas between them.

"Tae…" the artist breathed out, seeing him below. Taehyung appeared as a pure disaster of ecstasy, exactly how Jungkook loved. And just as the artist attempted to catch his breath, Taehyung decided to withhold it, leaving Jungkook desperately grabbing onto something for support.