Jungkook's a quick learner so it's no surprise that he manages to nail digital art. Although his fanarts are not as good as the ones he came across the first time, they're getting there. He's improved with tutorials and the details although a little rough, have improved with practice.

Over a span of two months, he gained five hundred followers with his art. He's honestly surprised and pleased to see the comments vkookers (as they call themselves) leave on his art. He feels giddy as he scrolls through their comments. He's beyond happy interacting with fans and learning more about why they love vkook.

Jungkook's in a different mood today. He decides to go for something soft, immediately thinking back to the older's lips being so pretty and wondering how they'd feel against his. So he works on sketching out vkook sharing a kiss.

Seconds turn to minutes.

Minutes turn to hours.

"Done," he says to himself, smiling wide as he admires his work, cheeks flushing slightly at the thought of Taehyung kissing him like that.

He flips onto his back and giggles, posting it, eager to see what the fans will comment on it. That's until he realises he's not on the fanart account.

"Oh shit."

Ping.

Ping.

Ping.

Like after like pools into his notifs immediately.

"Holy fuck," Jungkook all but cries, as he fumbles with his phone and quickly deletes the art.

It's quick.

But not quick enough.

The damage is done.

Knowing army very well, he's pretty sure they've taken screenshots and reposted his post on their accounts.

"I'm dead. I'm so dead."

To be continued