Jungkook woke up and realized it was the deep night with his stomach rumbling in hunger. How did he fall asleep? He was picked up from school by Jimin's driver, he stopped to buy the supplies for his project, Jimin arrived at home, cut his hair, they were supposed to watch a horror movie and eat strawberry cheesecake or was it blueberry cheesecake? It didn't matter. Then Jungkook showered together with Jimin and he fell on the bed to take a nap while Jimin asked him if he could work for some time. 

Now, it was past midnight. Jimin was nowhere in the room but just as Jungkook slowly opened the door to get out, the older's voice hit him through the gap. 

Did Jungkook really look at the time right? Who was Jimin talking to past midnight? "Jimin?" He called as he walked over to the switchboard to turn on the lights and the voices suddenly seized. "Who were you talking to?" 

"No one... Just thinking out loud," Jungkook's brows furrowed. He witnessed Jimin talking many times at night, but every time, he didn't provide a concrete answer. "Come here." The man put his arms out for Jungkook and the sleepy boy walked into them, slowly being encased as Jimin sniffed his hair and pressed soft kisses on his head.

"Mm..." The younger purred softly and hugged Jimin's torso.

Jimin sighed heavily as if calming himself in the scent. "Hungry, doll?" 

Jungkook nodded his head. "What smells so good?"

"I made a cheesecake for you."

Jungkook yawned and sat straight, rubbing behind his ear as the sleep overborne him. "Can you please give me some? I feel tired to walk to the kitchen."

"Sure, baby. Lay here, I will bring you some food and cake."

"No, just cake," Jungkook shook his head as Jimin put an AC comforter on top of his curling body on the couch.  

The man microwaved the food anyway. Putting several dishes on the tray, he brought everything to the living room and looked at a sleeping boy. "Get up, doll..." He called while placing the tray on the table and quickly woke Jungkook up before his sleep deepened. 

Jungkook grimaced at the sight of food. "Just the cake, please."

"Do you want to watch the movie?" Jimin asked, placing the comforter at the side and adjusting the temperature. 

"Now? It's one past twenty." 

"So? It's the weekend. We can sleep all day."

"But you said you will take me out for lunch tomorrow. I prepared an outfit too," Jungkook pouted in his sleepy state, short hair spiked in all directions.

"We can do dinner," suggested Jimin. 

"Okay," Jungkook reluctantly nodded. Jimin was afraid of going to sleep, and that was why he asked Jungkook to stay up with him. Although the naive boy didn't know about Jimin's condition, he still became a remedy to the sick man. 

Jungkook washed his hands and face to throw the drowsiness away before he joined Jimin for their extremely late dinner. "Why didn't you eat?" He asked as Jimin turned on the TV. 

"I didn't realize it was this late," Jimin replied nervously. 

"Eat on time, otherwise I will complain Eomoni that you are spoiling your habits and mine." 

"I think you are forgetting something. You need me and if I am dead, I won't be of use to you," Jimin teased.

Giggling, the boy continued eating. The older cleaned up after them once they were done and the younger sprawled on the couch.

"Jimin, I am not really in the mood of watching TV," Jungkook informed his husband.

"What do you want to do?"

"Can I work on my piece?" The boy sat upright in excitement.

"Now?"

"Yeah, please, please. Who watches a horror movie after eating such delicious cake?" The boy whined.

"On one condition," Jimin suddenly smirked as he plopped on the couch and pulled Jungkook's head down to place it on his lap.

"What?" Jungkook looked straight at Jimin.

"Do you remember Titanic?"

Jungkook gasped and sat up. "I am not sculpting you naked. It's a school project, Jimin. Not your R-rated fifty shades movie."

"One of us has to be naked," Jimin claimed. "Otherwise I am out.

Jungkook thought for a moment, unable to understand, and then slowly figured out what would the situation look like. "Okay, fine. But I will keep my underwear on."

Jimin shook his head as though completely denying the offer. "That's not very naked of you."

"Jimin, it's cold."

"I will fix that," Jimin got up and walked over to the thermostat regulator. He increased the temperature and the boy immediately felt it.

"Too hot!"

Taking his time, Jimin managed to turn the temperature to the point where they wouldn't feel hot in clothes or cold being naked.

Jungkook wheeled his table from inside the storage room to the living room while Jimin fixed a chair for him before walking back and sitting on the couch, being a perfect muse for his husband.

"Okay!" Jungkook breathed heavily. No matter how many times he has seen Jimin naked and let him see himself nude, this still was too much to sit on the chair for perhaps hours without clothes while letting Jimin gawk at him.

Slowly, he pulled the t-shirt above his head and threw it on Jimin's face. The older smiled victoriously and quirked his brows for the boy to keep his hands moving.

Jungkook stood petrified, almost changing his mind, but then a sudden grip of encouragement held him from all around. He slid off his boxers with briefs and let them on the floor before shifting towards the chair.

Jimin saw his meaty and muscular thighs carved to perfection. If he could, he would sculpt the clay into Jungkook's perfect body. His boyish chest was now getting broader with arms gaining strength that caused him to just smile proudly. He was taking good care of his baby who was growing up. Sometimes he forgot that Jungkook was still a teenager.

As Jungkook settled, Jimin's eyes moved to the boy's face that was still like a toddler. This caused his little smile to brighten and Jungkook widened his eyes at him. "Is my cock funny to you?"

"It's not your cock. I didn't even look at it... Yet." Jimin's eyes deliberately moved to Jungkook's crotch and the boy crossed his legs elegantly.

"Let's work, Mr. Park. Shall we?" Jungkook clapped to ask Jimin to pull it together.

Jimin cleared his throat and gloated. Sitting back and striking a comfortable pose, he sighed leisurely. "Sure, Mr. Park. Please, take it away."

**

It was Monday and Jungkook was excited about showing his work. After the clay turned out exactly how he wanted it to be, he had painted it with black, silver, and grey oil colors. The skin was shining in silver, the eyes were painted grey, and the hair was black. He was sure that it wasn't the work of the artist that illuminated here, but the muse who was so beautiful that he bewitched anyone with his beauty.

"I can't believe you did that with your own hands," Candy's mouth was hung open as she looked at the display.

Jungkook grinned. "I did actually. Me and my husband. I mean he was my muse but he stood awake all night until I could shape it and then he helped me in the final polishing and painting."

"Wait, that's - that's your husband?" Candy asked in bewilderment. She couldn't possibly believe that an ethereal face actually belonged to a living human who was married to her friend.

"Yes," Jungkook brooded sexily, wriggling his eyebrows and patting his own back.

"Dude! You have to call him here. I have to see this miracle of a person with my own eyes."

"You might be in luck if he comes to pick me up this evening," Jungkook smiled and they began to put their names in front of their pieces.

The whole class was in awe at Jungkook's skills. He put his name over the card and placed it by the Jimin's face sculpture.

"Park Jungkook? You said your name was Jeon Jungkook." Candy asked in confusion as she looked at the writing.

"Yeah, just an old habit how I introduce myself. I should change that."

"What does that mean?"

"I took Jimin's surname after marriage. He is Park. So I had to get it changed in all my legal documents. Park Jungkook is also how I am enrolled in the university."

Candy put her name on the card before they broke for lunch. "It's kind of..."

"Oppressive?" Jungkook asked, knowing well that people didn't really change surnames in Korea after the wedding. However, it was the practice in many other countries.

"No, I was going to say romantic," Candy gave an assuring smile to Jungkook. "Someone's name is their whole identity. Taking someone else's name and adding it to your identity is the whole another level of intimacy. If you did that in any other country, I would have then called you oppressive because you would be following their lead. What you did is cool because no one else is doing it."

"You know, you really are a writer in making." Jungkook chuckled, completely impressed by his friend's thoughts that made him blush red.