Tae's heart nearly stopped at the actions of the young boy, slowly turning around to face him. 

"W-What?" He asked, the other only nodded. "My house," he whispered to the elder, grabbing his hand and pulling him down the street. He struggled to keep up, eyes still wide.

They made it to his house and he tugged the boy into his room. "Take your clothes off," he whispered again, nearly breathless. 

Taehyung blanched, suddenly scared. He was handed one small cover, a drape to hide his most private area between his narrow hips. 

Jungkook wanted to draw as Tae had drawn him the last time. 

He went through the bag without his permission, pulling out his sketchpad and a few charcoal pencils. 

When his gaze turned to the elder, he gestured towards their clothes. 

"Well? Please." Tae nodded and he turned around, allowing the boy to slowly strip nervously. 

"Sit in the desk chair behind you when you're done, and cover up your.. precious parts.." he murmured, running a hand through his hair. 

Taehyung nodded and did as he was told, his right hand clutching one arm of the chair and his left stuck to the one between his legs. 

Jungkook turned and nearly gasped at how beautiful the other looked, cheeks tinted pink and hair messy, the shakiness of their breathing revealing how nervous he was. 

No one had ever drawn him before. 

The younger boy sat on the corner of his bed, close enough that he could reach out and touch Taehyung but not so close that he couldn't capture all of him. 

Tae went to move her hands but Jungkook shook his head, "Keep pressing your hands against the cloth, it makes you appear more innocent and flustered," he whispered, almost winking at the younger. 

He nodded quickly out of embarrassment, pressing the cloth against himself more. 

He watched as Jungkook began carving out his image on a fresh piece of the parchment in his hands, watched as his eyes would flicker from him and back to the copy that he had begun to illustrate. Taehyung was impressed- he hadn't expected talent from someone so absorbed in their own vanity.

He stayed as still as he could, his cheek resting on the back of the desk chair until he was done. Jungkook rubbed his fingers across the harsh lines on the paper, smiling to himself. 

"I love it." he murmured, turning his gaze to look at Taehyung. 

"Why did you want to draw me?" he asked him, still not moving from his position in the desk chair. 

He grinned and bit his lip, "Tell me your name first, and I'll answer your question," he requested- though he already knew the name, he only wanted to see if the boy would voice it out.

"Taehyung," he blurted without hesitation. 

The younger boy's body warmed, his long fingers carefully tearing his artwork out of the book so that he could keep it for himself. 

"Well, TaeTae, ask me again.." he said, placing the paper behind him and looking back at the elder. 

"Why did you want to draw me?" he asked once more, lifting his head and his breath hitching in his throat when the answer came. 

"Because you're beautiful."

A/N ta-da!! and that's the end. might seem to be a premature ending but this is as far as i wanted to take this book. enough to reveal their feelings for each other and have his vanity disappear for a bit in order to focus his attention on someone that he considered just as beautiful as himself