The artist's name had been Taehyung. Tae, for short. 

Jungkook found out by searching the art class roster. 

Tae knew his muses' name, due to the fact that he was the most well known boy in their entire school. 

He was just the art loner, so no one knew his name. 

Tae lied. 

He didn't have anyone else to draw today, but he was too scared to draw Jungkook again. 

He already couldn't get him out of his head. 

The younger boy watched as he walked home, the pieces of the puzzle finally coming together as he realized that he lied about having another muse. 

Jungkook pushed himself off the tree he had been leaning against, nearly running to catch up to his hyung. 

He tugged on the bag the boy carried and caused him to stumble as he whipped around to look at who was pulling on him. "I know you don't have anyone else to draw," he said, getting straight to the point. 

The other's face remained emotionless and he simply turned back around, continuing his path to his house. 

The boy huffed and rubbed his hand down his face, jogging up to him again and this time wrapping his slender fingers around his bare wrist. 

The elder gasped at the skin-skin contact, feet coming to a dead stop. 

"What makes you think I don't? You're not the most beautiful thing I can draw!" he nearly shouted, lying straight through his teeth. 

Jungkook smiled crookedly, chuckling as he shook his head and moved closer to him. 

"You're lying," he whispered in his ear, refusing to believe he found anything or anyone as visually pleasing as him. 

The elder's face turned red and he pushed him away, breaking into a run in attempt to get away from him, to get away from surfacing feelings. 

"Okay, okay!" he shouted, "let's do it the other way then!" 

He didn't hear him, didn't comprehend what he was saying until he had slowed down a considerable bit and felt him come up behind, wrapping his arms around his waist. 

Jungkook's pink lips found Taehyung's ear as he leaned into him and whispered, "Let me draw you instead."