It had been over a week since Taehyung drew him. His fingers constantly itched when they passed in the hall. 

He was desperately trying to stay away from him, trying to hold back from filling more sketchpads with his image. 

The last time Taehyung drew him, when he was bare, he was feeling  things that he shouldn't have. 

That's when he realized that he was slowly becoming more than art. 

This vain, gorgeous, beautiful boy was invading his thoughts with more than just his appearance.

Tae covered his face with his hands as he sat outside of his last class. He didn't want to go in, they had this period together. Art. Always fucking art.

He lightly slapped his own cheeks, muttering that it was absurd that he got butterflies when their eyes locked. They had barely even touched before, this was ridiculous. 

He huffed and puffed his cheeks out before standing, hiking his bag up his shoulder and entering the classroom. 

The professor chastised him for being late but he had already tuned the voice out, murmuring a light apology as he made his way to his seat. 

He felt Jungkook watching as he sat down, but he didn't want to look at him. 

For once his beauty was too much to handle. 

The boy on the other end of the classroom gaze at Taehyung's rosy cheeks and light spattering of freckles, grinning when he realized that he was trying to hold himself back from looking ober. 

While the professor rambled, the young man stood and made his way to where the elder boy sat. He leaned down to his level, a smirk gracing his lips. 

"Feeling like drawing me today?" he whispered, reaching up to rub his thumb across his cheek. 

Taehyung flinched before he had the chance to touch and shook his head, looking at him but not meeting his eyes. 

"I'm drawing someone else today," he muttered. Jungkook couldn't help but feel hurt, he hadn't realized- or even had the slightest thought- that Taehyung had other muses. 

In a daze, he sat back down in his seat. What was going on with him? 

They didn't even know each other's names.