Taehyung had arrived to his house ten minutes late, flustered by his own nerves. 

His left hand reached up to knock on the door, but met open air as the one inside pulled it open.

He could tell he was nervous, he knew he had never seen a man so bare before. 

The elder clutched his book and his pencil case in his hands tightly as Jungkook reached down to take hold of his wrist, pulling him inside. 

He was in a dark ruby colored robe, the tie cinched at the waist to prevent it from falling open before he was ready. 

The younger boy hated to admit it, but he was starting to feel a little shy. 

His cheeks flushed a bit when he sat in front of the couch he would be laying on, asking him to please take the robe off and get into the perfect position. 

He watched as Tae's eyes closed and his cheeks turned bright pink when he reached for the knot in his robe's belt, untying it and letting the thin cloth fall to the floor. 

He moved onto the couch and laid on his back, pulling the small black blanket over him to hide just the area between his hips. 

Taehyung had firmly stated earlier that he wanted to capture the prominent points of his hip bones and abdomen, so he was careful to not cover anything he might've wanted to draw. 

He finally managed to secure the small fabric to his area, leaning back down and stretching his back out to make his chest and abdomen seem more firm. 

He stretched one hand behind his head as he turned his face to look at him, subconsciously flexing his bicep in attempt to make the poor boy blush more. 

"I'm ready," he had told him, his voice soft in the quiet room. Tae requested no music, scared of the distraction from the muse. 

The lighting in the room was dim, casting shadows across the young man's body and intensifying the angles and edges of him that the elder loved illustrating most. 

When his eyes roamed the body from his toes to his muscular thighs, to the barely noticeable lines of his hip bones and up his stomach, chest, and shoulders to meet his eyes, he felt himself flush even more and quickly cleared his throat in order to make himself focus. 

The man smiled to himself as he watched the flustered older boy compose himself, his face relaxing into a calm demeanor as he asked him to. 

His eyes watched the other's fingers as they moved the black stick across the canvas paper. 

They saw as he took his bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling in concentration for the task at hand. 

He laid there for over an hour, never once complaining. 

When Tae was finished, he didn't want to show him, and hurriedly gathered his things to leave. 

Jungkook sat up from his position on the couch and watched, his eyes catching glimpses of the masterpiece in his hands. 

As much as he liked drawing him, Jungkook loved watching him do it.