The boy simply stared at Taehyung as his face flushed once the hurried question left his pink lips- permanently formed into a pout. 

"Take your clothes off for me and lay down tonight?" he had asked. 

He didn't dare look at him, instead finding the tiny pebbles that decorated the asphalt below them much more interesting. 

"If you wanted me naked, you could've asked sooner," he stated with such confidence that Tae's skin started to burn in apparent anger. 

"You're so vain!" he yelped, huffing and pinching the bridge of his own nose. 

"I want to draw you bare.." he murmured, closing his eyes in embarrassment. 

"I could just send you a picture instead," he said, and he could hear the smile in his voice.

"It's not the same," he admitted as she shook his head back and forth, finally allowing their gazes to meet. 

"Fine, I'll text you when it's okay for you to come by. Text me now and let me know how to set it up." 

Taehyung nodded, pulling out his phone and sending Jungkook a list of what to do. From how to set up the lighting, to the color of the blanket he wanted draped across his midsection. 

He cheekily replied that he didn't have to cover up his little friend, but the other firmly stated that he wanted it covered up. 

The older boy was suddenly nervous as he stood in his room, clutching his phone and looking down at the collection of graphite sticks and rough canvas paper littering his desk. 

He wasn't so confident in his skills tonight, knowing how open and bare he would see the young man whose face had so often plagued his thoughts and dreams. 

What if he wasn't able to project his perfection onto the paper?

The boy had asked the younger before why he allowed him to draw him so often, to which he simply replied, "I know how good I look. It only makes it better when other people notice it. Especially when other people want to capture it."