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aesthete

/ˈiːsθiːt,ˈɛsθiːt/

noun

a person who is appreciative of and sensitive to art and beauty.

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Colours. Patches and puddles. Red, white, green, every colour that could be identified by the mess created in that room. But for one reason the outcome was pretty. Jungkook, himself, had clapped at the perfect background painted by Inaya.

"Noona?" He called out for her walking further into the, then white, but now multicoloured room.

She laid on the ground, her eyes shut and her breathing steady. He shook her, which just made her groan. "Don't disturb me, I'm tiredddd," She sung out, snuggling more into herself.

"Alright then, it's my work to complete what you started." He smiled at her, she looked too cute to be almost 28 years old, he thought. And then her lips were puckering out, which was even more cute. Kissing her cheek softly, he grabbed a paintbrush in his own hands, carrying on the left out work.

According to what she painted, he deciphered it to be a wall of some royal house, particularly a place where the young princess would style her hair while looking at the simple yet slick mirror, round mirror, Inaya had painted. And now he had to carry on, complementing the colours of her choice, he decided the princess to be blonde. With thick, wavy hair left undone on her shoulders and a loose pink dress and for sure, her reflection in the mirror.

It took him more than an hour to outline what he had imagined in his mind. When Inaya woke up she saw him painting a girl on the canvas, just what she had thought about, and the finishing touches were still left.

Wrapping her arms around his torso, she rested her head over his broad back. "You're up."

"I am. Anyway, how did the very same idea pop up in your mind? Even I was thinking about the royal princesses while painting that background." She nodded to herself, approving her own strokes and then went on with admiring her boyfriend's.

She won't even hesitate while admitting that he was better than her when it came to art. His strokes were clean and appreciative, a lot more than her. And he had this way of painting which always gave bright vibes to her. Not to mention his colour choices were great.

And he just made it look better. Whatever she did, she believed even if that was just a coincidence, he improved her. He shaped her thoughts into a beautiful scenery. He lifted her from better to best.

"Paintbrush?" She placed her hand in front of him, when he was done with painting the princess.

"What will you add?"

"Flowers." She smiled at him brightly, taking the brush from him and sitting down to outline a vase, and then several stems reaching up to the level of the girl in the painting.

A little unsatisfied with the painting, Jungkook pulled out another brush, smudging all the colours, on the wooden palette, to a brownish pink hue. And he started to smudge the other side with it, making flowers, but not so detailed. Bringing a raw look to the canvas.

"Done!" They both clasped their hands together, jumping up and down. Patting each other proudly, appreciating each other's work.

"Tired, tired, tired. I AM TIRED, JEON JUNGKOOK!"

"So am I!" He sat down, without noticing, making a weird sound when he realised that he sat on paint. Grimacing on the wet contact, he jumped up, making Inaya laugh. Not being able to resist the urge of slapping that laugh away from her face, which was for sure because she thought he was an idiot, he took some paint in his palm and rubbed it over her face.

She gasped loudly at the sudden hit of paint smell in her nostrils and without wasting any other second she threw paint on the younger guy.

"Noona!"

"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you! Never heard that?!" She laughed evily at him.

"Then don't forget Jeon Jungkook won't let you slide just like that." Pouring more paint in his palms he grabbed her from her hand, pulled her to himself and skimmed his painted palm over her bare arm.

"Jungkook, NO!" She laughed out, least scared of him taking revenge. Rather she praised the moment, she tried living it to the fullest, adding it to the sack of beautiful memories in her brain.

So did he. He forgot about the revenge he was taking. He enjoyed the moment, he enjoyed the moment with her.

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As none of those two liked that sticky feeling of paint on their bare skin, they entered to shower together.

"Your fault, Jeon!"

"No one asked you to laugh at me!"

"I have the right to freedom of expression. So don't you dare stop me from any such thing!"

"Blah blah,"

"Hey!" She hit his arm, a little harshly, but not enough to hurt him.

"Hi." He said with a mocking tone, already pleased with teasing her, and a charming smile darted over his face.

"You-"

"Let's bathe!"

"Asshole!" She muttered under her breath, pulling off her clothes and walking under the shower head.

Snickering behind her, he lazily got off his clothes, taking some shower gel in his hands and running after her, with a smirk on his face. As soon as he tiptoed behind her, she felt a huge amount of something-bad-is-going-to-happen, and before she knew, he rubbed his soapy hands all over her face.

"Jeon Jungkook- what- what is it?" She sneezed out, as she felt an irritating tickle in her nostrils. Accompanied with his devilish laughter, he turned her to face him and started wiping her face.

"It won't harm yo-"

"Stupid! That shit went into my nose." She exhaled soundly, trying to reduce the weird feeling.

"Sorry." He puckered his lips, showing some genuine guilt. And she just stared at him.

There was a moment of silence. Nothing else but just the water dripping down and hitting the concrete floor. Just two pair of eyes staring at each other, one at a shorter level whilst the other at a little taller. And to add to the serenity of the moment Jungkook's lips softly skimmed over Inaya's. Ever so slowly, ever so softly, ever so romantically.

His hands grabbed her body closer to his. His fingers tracked down her spine, making her feel giddy. His other hand found it's way in her scalp, fingers soothingly drawing imaginary circles. The sensation caused her to push her head back, letting him access to her neck, and he didn't miss the opportunity.

Water mixing with every kiss he planted on her neck, every mark he left on her neck. Those purple bruises looked more conspicuous when complimented with water. Giving a moment to himself, he detached his lips from her skin and admired his art. The art, standing in front of him.

This area just above her shoulders but not exactly her neck, the dip that lead to her shoulder bone, his kink. And his marks made it look more kinky, he giggled causing Inaya to look at him.

"What is it?" She stared at him, which he found sweet.

"Just- How beautiful you are," His words slipped so genuinely out of his mouth, making her smile at him so genuinely. A tint of red clouding her cheeks and ears, as if that was the best compliment she could ever hear.

Giving him a quick peck, she turned off the shower and walked out of it.

"What next?" She questioned, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her body.

"Huh?"

"The date, it is still on, right?" She grabbed another towel, already drying her hair.

"Yup! So next we have is movie!"

"What movie?"

"You'll see."

She glared at him for a moment then walked outside to dress up quickly.

"Sometimes I wonder, what if you throw me out of here?"

"Won't. You got no other place to stay!" She looked at him with a sorry face, then walked out laughing whilst he kept on hissing after her.

――×――

Jungkook made it very sure, that she didn't do a single work for those two days. He had already ordered their favourite food items for dinner and when it arrived, during the movie part in which Inaya was almost on the verge of crying for like nth time, he quietly went out to take the food and pay.

"Thank-you for choosing our service." The delivery man had smiled at Jungkook, which he returned gladly and walked back inside. Grabbing some plates and spoons he walked over to her, placing the food in front of her.

After they had eaten, Jungkook gathered the dishes and washed them. Drying them off and placing them in their supposed cabinets, he ran back to the small theatre. Pulling her form to his, he snuggled into her.

Slow breaths landed on her skin and she shuddered at the contact. Turning her attention to him, she frowned. Him, his lusty eyes, that grew darker and darker from all the appetite of flesh he was craving at the moment.

Shaking her head with a smile plastered to her lips, she gently pushed him on the bed of cushions, he had made, and hovered over him. Giving him sneaky kisses, she travelled down his jaw and pulled off his T-shirt. Leaving his chest bare, she plotted wet kisses over the area, suckling at points, making him breathe heavily.

Pulling his sweatpants off, he exchanged their positions. Swiftly pulling her shirt off, he gave her a devilish smirk, which she found childish, and carried on with undressing her.

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A/n

Told ya, this date thing will be long.
Anyway, I'm weird. Like I wrote this chapter while listening to 'lovely' on repeat.
Talking about that song, it is so beautiful.

And the painting those two made,

Imagine it to be like this.

I do not own this painting, must be painted by some great artist, which isn't me🙃

And this was by DiamondMaknae

Be the best of you!