Colorful

After that we talk a little more and we finish our chocolate mugs. I felt the time pass so fast that I didn't notice it was getting dark until I heard the first raindrops fall.

"It's getting late." I say, looking at the garden where my first photoshoot took place.

"I'm sorry for keeping you here." Jungkook apologized again. "Let's go see if the clothes are ready."

When we go upstairs to check the clothes, we see they're still damp.

"Shit." Jungkook mutters. "I'm sorry. I don't know what to do. Maybe we should do this other day or it will stain you."

But I just want to stay with him a little more. I don't want to leave yet, so I manage to convince him to keep up with the photoshoot.

"Oh, come on. You're working hard for this. Let's do it." I smile, taking the colorful clothes in my hands. "I will just get painting in my body, it will fade away eventually."

"Are you sure about it?"

"Of course. Where should I change?" I ask and Jungkook tells me to change in the guest room, the one that is completely white and full of Jungkook's equipment to take pictures of me.

I go there and take off my clothes to put on the painted ones.

"Shit!" I cry in a whisper when I see that, as suspected, they're too tight. They would look good if I didn't have a bulge in my pants. It's not even hard, it's soft but if I stare too long, I can still see the outline of it. Maybe it's just my mind because when I look at myself in the mirror, I actually look like a girl.

I accommodate my little Jimin to try and make it unnoticeable and I think it might work. I look like a hot girl.

"Who's a dirty girl?" I ask in the mirror, feeling embarrassed afterward.

I let Jungkook get in the room and he tries not to stare for too long at me, but I catch him once in a while. I hope he can't see my dick.

"You look beautiful." He says and I almost sigh in relief.

He goes to set everything up and asks me to lay on the floor, where it is covered in a white type of paper with painting drops of all kinds of colors. It looks like my clothes.

Everything is too colorful but the white background makes it look better. I can see already that this will look good in pictures.

When I lay down, Jungkook tells me which poses would look good, but also lets me do whatever I want, but the fact that the outline of my dick could be seen is making me uncomfortable and Jungkook might have noticed it because he stops taking pictures.

"You alright, Jiminie?" He asks concerned.

"Yeah, it's just," I gulp down. What should I tell him? "I feel like my panties will be shown."

Jungkook's cheeks tint in a cute pink color. "Do you want me to stop?"

How thoughtful.

"No, it's ok. I just have to look for the right position." I accommodate myself on the floor and pose again.

"That's good." He says as he snaps the pictures.

"Isn't it showing?" I ask, smirking. I know it's a risky move because he might actually look down and notice there's a small bulge there.

Jungkook gulps down and shakes his head. "No, everything is fine."

"Great." I smile and let him take all the pictures he wants.

When we're finished, I realize outside it is pouring.

"I should go now." I say, but I don't like the idea of leaving under this rain.

"I'll drive you home whenever you tell me." Jungkook says as he saves the last thing of his equipment to have this room clean again.

"I should go now, but I will just stain your car if I get in like this. Even if I change back into my uniform, it will be stained." I frown. "Good thing tomorrow it's Saturday and I don't have to go to work because I will have to wash my uniform."

Jungkook bits his lip. "You can take a shower here." He suggests. "Only if you want. I caused all this mess so it's only fair to offer you hot water to take off all the painting and maybe I can give you some of my clothes so you don't ruin your uniform." He offers. I can sense he's really nervous while saying that, but he means it.

And honestly, I don't want to leave yet. I want to stay here for a long time. Even knowing I have been here for hours.

"I'd like that. Thank you." I smile and Jungkook sighs as if relieved. He then shows me the bathroom and I finally get in the shower in Jungkook's house.

What a dream.

_______

After enjoying the hot water and scrubbing my body, I get out of the shower to look for towels in the bathroom cabinet, but there are none. I search and search in the whole room but there are no towels. How am I supposed to get out of here?

With all the shame I have, I slightly open the door.

"Jungkook!" I yell, feeling nervous. He doesn't answer. "Jungkook!" I try again and this time, I hear footsteps.

I close the door quickly and wait for him to talk.

"What's wrong?"

"There are no towels here."

"Oh- oh." Jungkook says. "I'm sorry. I will get you some right now. Don't worry."

"Thank you."

I wait for Jungkook just a minute and then he's back, knocking the door. I open it slightly and hide my body behind the door. Thank God I'm still wearing my wig because I only washed my body.

I see the towels slipping inside the small groove and I take them from his hands before closing the door.

"Thank you." I say again and begin drying my body with them.

Realization hits me then. I have to get out of this bathroom anyway because Jungkook didn't give me any clothes and I have to change. At least now I have a towel, but what am I going to do with my fake breast? I can't put them on with the towel on. They might fall and then I'll be screwed.

Still, I have to take the risk so I put my boobs on and cover my body with the towel, gripping on it tightly. I walk to Jungkook's room and see him sitting on his bed with his laptop open. At the sound of my footsteps, he looks at me and his eyes go wide.

"I-I'm sorry." He says just realizing his mistake. "I forgot to give you clothes." He looks anywhere but me and I find it cute.

He stands up and walks to the door, but doesn't leave yet. "This is my closet. Choose whatever you want, don't worry about it." Then he leaves, closing the door.

I walk to the closet, smelling in delight Jungkook's scent. It smells like detergent. It smells clean. I can't help noticing that almost ninety percent of his wardrobe consists of black clothes.

I grab some sweatpants and a t-shirt that I think are the smallest there, but they still look big in me. That's fine by me, that way he can't look at my body and notice something I should or shouldn't have. Either way, I put my fake boobs back on my chest.

Then I spot his underwear.

Should I? Should I not?

It's not really necessary for me to wear underwear, but there's something attractive in putting on Jungkook's black boxers, so I just go for it and put them on. I might get them as a souvenir.

I'm about to leave the room when I notice something on Jungkook's laptop, which he left open on his bed. There's my face on his screen. I get closer and realize he was editing the photos when I interrupted. It's stupid, but I can't help feeling happy to know that he will spend a lot of time looking at me on his computer and in person for as long as these photoshoots last.

I get out of the room and walk around the big house to find Jungkook. This place amazes me, I wish I lived in a place like this. I finally spot Jungkook in a laundry room where he's looking at the painted clothes.

"There's no use in keeping them, right?" He says.

"I don't think I'm wearing that again." I laugh. He does too and I watch him throwing them to the trash.

"How was the shower?"

"Cathartic. I needed that."

Jungkook laughs and gets closer to me. "I'm sorry for putting you through this. I bet it was hard to wash the paint off."

"I couldn't wash it off completely." I say, lifting my –Jungkook's– t-shirt to reveal my stomach, which still looked red from all the scrubbing and there were some faded stains of painting there.

But Jungkook doesn't look at it. I follow his gaze and he's looking at my hip bones where half of a tattoo is shown.

"Do you have tattoos?" He asks, looking like he wants to touch.

"Just this one." I answer.

"What is it?" He can't stop looking at it.

Being a little shameless, I lower the hem of the sweatpants to show him the whole tattoo. It's a blue butterfly. Jungkook's fingers move, but he retracts them immediately. "You can touch if you want." I say, feeling my breath hitch when his long fingers touch the skin of my hip bones. "Do you like it?"

"I really do." He answers, still roaming his fingers on my skin. "Tattoos are beautiful."

Finally, he retracts his fingers and I cover my skin with the sweatpants, but he left a tingling sensation there. "Do you have any?" I ask.

"No, my parents never let me when I was younger. And now I don't think too much about getting one."

I nod and we're left in silence, just the sound of the T.V. in the living room can be heard.

...electric storm already caused enough damage in the main street. Authorities are asking the citizens to stay home and turn off all the electronic devices and close all doors and windows to stay safe...

What?

"An electric storm?" Jungkook asks. We both go to the living room and hear the news about this storm.

I look outside through the glass door that leads to the garden and see the dark sky and how strong the wind is.

"I need to go." I say.

"No. didn't you hear them? It's dangerous. The main street is a mess because of the wiring posts or whatever they said." He looks at me worried.

"But I need to get home."

"You don't." He furrows his eyebrows. "You can stay here until this passes. You said tomorrow you don't have to work, right? I'm not letting you go under the storm."

I want to reject him, but honestly... no, I don't want to reject him. I nod.

"Alright." I sigh, pretending to be annoyed when, in fact, I'm more than happy to stay with Jeon Jungkook at his place. "Thank you."