[and again, i really really have no idea where these weird chapter plots are coming from -- i hope you guys enjoy this chapter though,,]

taehyung focus
true to his words, jungkook appears at the door of the art studio with raised eyebrows, in five minutes. his eyes land on taehyung who quietly sketches in the corner of the room, his head lowered and his tongue poking out from behind his lips in concentration. jungkook folds his arms over his chest and leans against the door frame watching taehyung skilfully draw with utmost detail, and an smile playing on his lips.

"who're you?" some girl barks from the other side of the room. jungkook briefly looks at her scowling girl, her hair loosely falling in front of her dark eyes. taehyung looks up at the sound of her coarse voice and meets eyes with jungkook.

taehyung brightens up, oh thank fuck, you're here, he mentally thanks. he looks over at sejun who studies jungkook's leather jacketed body and dark hair with disdain, but you couldn't miss the curious look in her grey eyes - the curious look that most girls on campus possessed whenever jungkook walked by.

"uh he's jungkook, he's gonna just sit here - he won't disturb you." taehyung quickly clarifies, motioning jungkook to come and sit on the stool besides him.

"oh. im sejun." she murmurs. jungkook nods as he walks over to taehyung's workbench, depositing himself on the stool besides taehyung.

"damn this is really good." jungkook comments upon seeing taehyung's sketch. taehyung blushes with pure joy at jungkook's compliment, cheeks glowing a pleasant pink.

"thanks, it's supposed to represent 'birth'." taehyung explains, happily. jungkook hums, studying taehyung's artwork of an elaborated baby's cradle.

"is she the feminist then?" jungkook asks in a low whisper near taehyung's ear, warm breath ghosting over taehyung's lobe. taehyung nods, trying to hide the shiver that runs up his neck.

"she's kinda hot in a weird way," jungkook muses quietly. taehyung slumps in his seat a little.

"you know, telling me that you find someone hot isn't going to make me date you." taehyung mutters, huffing a little.

"right, that's noted - sorry," jungkook agrees, whispering sorry. he smiles before suddenly popping a question, "hey, can you draw me?"

taehyung internally groans at the words "draw me."
every time he tells someone that he's an art student, they always ask for a portrait drawing but he doesn't specialise in portraits of people. he prefers drawing intricate objects with great detailing not the snotty faces of his classmates. not that jungkook was snotty-

taehyung's thought track is abruptly stopped by jungkook climbing on to the  top of the workbench with ease. he finds himself staring at jungkook who lies on his stomach, his hands pressed against both his cheeks and his legs lazily swing in the air. he strikes a mock sultry expression, jutting out his lower lip and flicks back imaginary long hair.

[a/n: i wasn't sure if you guys got what jungkook was doing above^ so i made a visual help pic😌 so this is what kook is doing/looks like,

;))]

"c'mon taehyung," jungkook murmurs, mock seductively whilst batting his eyelashes, "draw me like your french girls."

". . .what the fuck?"

taehyung splutters, laughing with eyes pressed tight shut as he giggles incessantly loud. he doubles over with laughter, jungkook watches him whilst swinging his legs in the air casually, and chuckles along with the giggling elder.

"leonardo oppar~" jungkook tries again, grinning satisfied when taehyung cringes and laughs harder, his palm slapping against the desk top.

"stop." taehyung wheezes, struggling to get himself to stop laughing. jungkook rolls himself off the bench and sits back on the stool with a beaming smile.
thank god, sejun had gone to refill her paint water.

"how about i draw you instead?" jungkook offers, grabbing a stray pencil from the table. taehyung shrugs, still recovering from his case of giggles, "sure, here," he says, tearing out a sheet of paper from his sketchbook and hands the clean sheet to jungkook.

"gonna sit opposite you to draw you face front," jungkook tells him as he gets up from his seat to sit on the workbench opposite taehyung.

"o-oh okay." taehyung looks back down at his sheet of paper, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye from laughing too hard.

unsure if he should pose, he decides to ask jungkook.
"nah, it's fine. just carry on working." he instructs, holding his pencil poised in the air.

"okay then," taehyung smiles, getting up to grab a watercolour palette and a selection of small brushes to paint his drawing with. he goes back to his table, preparing to paint by carefully dabbing a dainty brush into vibrant colours, intent on making his flat sketch come to life with shades of greens, reds, pinks, purples and more.

he's concentrated, totally immersed in painting within the lines of a tiny petal. his hand is limp, relaxed as he swipes colour on to his blank page. his face shows nothing but total devotion to his work, his warm brown eyes shining and reflecting the colours on the surface of his sketchbook.

jungkook studies the scene before him with his cheek in his hand, eyes crinkled slightly in a small smile.

taehyung turns to dip his brush into the mug full of clean water. he looks up to check on jungkook but is caught off guard when jungkook stares at him with awe.

taehyung flits his eyes away, swallowing, "uh how's the drawing going?"

"good good," jungkook says, looking down at his sheet of paper.
taehyung turns back to his work, giving his undivided attention to his art, for the rest of his time. only lifting his head up a for few seconds to see jungkook watching him with his facial expression softened.

in an hour's time, sejun had left and taehyung had finally finished. he clears up whilst jungkook hums christmas songs and plays with taehyung's pencil case.

"thanks for coming here, even though it was kinda pointless seeing as sejun left soon. but thanks either way, it's must've been pretty boring." taehyung thanks, sending an apologetic glance at jungkook.

"it wasn't boring, i got to draw you - it was nice and calming, really." jungkook hastily consoles.

"oh - can i look at your drawing?" taehyung queries, washing his paintbrushes in the sink provided by the art studio. he puts the paintbrushes in a pot besides the sink and turns around, drying his hands on the front of his paint splattered apron.

"uh no, you cant. it's private. don't peek at it." jungkook says strongly, flipping the sheet of paper over and placing a protective hand above the paper.

"okay then." taehyung laughs, untying his apron and putting it on a hook on the wall. he grabs his bag and coat, and warily takes his still drying sketchbook in to his hands.

jungkook starts to get ready to pack up as well, however a phone call stops him. he picks up and walks a few paces away from taehyung to talk to the caller.

whilst jungkook chats with the person on his phone, taehyung rocks back and forth on his heel with his cheeks puffed out.
his eyes land on jungkook's paper. temptation rises and taehyung reaches over and hurriedly flips the paper over, making sure that jungkook wasn't about to turn around and catch him.

he's surprised at the content of jungkook's paper.
or should i say lack of content?

taehyung frowns at the sheet of blank paper in his hand; he said he drew me?

taehyung turns crimson at his next thought, so he was just staring at me for an hour?
that explains why he didn't stop looking at me, oh my god, jungkook.

"ready to go?" jungkook asks, hanging up and turning around. taehyung drops the sheet of paper back on to the table and retracts his hand as if the blank sheet had scorched him.

"you okay? you're red." jungkook remarks, sliding his phone into his back pocket.

thanks for pointing that out, jungkook, taehyung places his palms over his flushed cheeks, warmth radiating off his skin.

"mhm, im fine. should we get going?" taehyung squeaks, growing more and more hot with jungkook furrowing his eyebrows at him.

"let's go then." jungkook says, already walking towards the door. taehyung follows him.
he looks over his shoulder at the lone piece of plain paper jungkook had left behind. he exits the art studio with a smile plastered on his face, the smile turned on the younger's back who trudges ahead of him.

taehyung, for after what feels like a million years, feels the familiar sensation of butterflies cascade into his stomach again.