Jimin reached into his pocket to retrieve the key to Ella's room the girl had given him so generously.

He was doing this, no matter how crazy it was, no matter how stupid.

Jungkook noticed Jimin's hand started trembling as he brought the key to the cabindoor.

"Hey," he whispered, putting his hand on Jimin's shoulder to slow the boy down. "If you're not ready..."

Jimin glanced at Jungkook and chuckled when he saw his hand tremble. "Oh, that's embarresing."

"No it's not, nothing about you is embarresing," Jungkook said with a charming smile that comforted Jimin immediatly.

Jimin swooned and smiled back at Jungkook, the romantic words the boy kept drowning him in erasing his doubts the way they always did.

He jabbed the key into the lock and quickly opened the door, dragging Jungkook inside of the room by the belt of his pants.

~~~

J

ungkook rapidly tapped his foot against the floor, his knee bouncing up and down as he waited for Jimin to come out of the bathroom.

He sat on the giant bed in the middle of the room that seemed even bigger than it was due to the young man's nerves.

Jungkook felt drops of sweat form on his forehead and clamped to his sketchbook as if he was afraid someone would snatch it away from him.

He realised the fear he'd never felt before with Jimin finally started catching up to him because this was real, and he was asking this beautiful man to give up his life for him.

He wasn't sure if he even deserved this, but he was sure he'd do anything to make him happy.

Jukgkook tried to take deep and steady breaths, preparing himself now that his dream was finally coming true.

The door to the bathroom opened and caused Jungkook's heart to drop.

Jimin appeared, holding a white blanket over his body that reached just above his ankles.

Jungkook swallowed thickly, his throat going dry with anxiousness.

He slowly stood up from the bed as Jimin shuffled into the room keeping the blanket wrapped tightly around himself.

"Where should I stand?... Or lie?"

Jungkook tried to speak but only heard himself stammer incoherent sentences. "Uh.. sorry... whatever you want..."

Jungkook looked back at the bed he'd been sitting on before. "Lying down would be more comfertable though..."

Jimin nodded hesitedly and moved towards the bed. "Okay..."

The silence in the room made the tension rise trough the roof.

Normally Jungkook would joke with his models, give them compliments and explain his vision, but this time he felt like he couldn't say a word, afraid he'd make it all even more akward.

"You're acting like this is your first time," Jimin said, not oblivious to Jungkook's nerves. "You're not an amateur right? You're a proffesional."

Jungkook chuckled, looking at Jimin through his lashes as if he was asking for forgiveness.

Jimin pressed his lips together as he smiled, falling for the adorable boy before him each time he looked at him.

Slowly and seductevly, in a way Jimin had never done with anyone else before, he peeled the blanket from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor and puddle behind him.

Jungkook's jaw dropped at the sight before him, failing to restrain himself as his eyes scanned all over Jimin's body, from his little toes to his smooth legs, from his gorgeous cock to his pink nipples.

Jimin chewed his lips, feeling his face heat up at the way Jungkook was shamelessly observing each detail of his body.

"You like being looked at... don't you?" Jungkook asked, seeing Jimin's length rise without the slightest touch to his body.

Jimin looked down at his erection and exhaled a breath in shock when he saw it. "I-I'm so sorry," he whisper-shouted, holding his hands out to shield his hard-on.

Jungkook shook his head and smiled, nearing Jimin without showing any sign of being unsettled.

"Why would you hide it? It's lovely...just like you."

Jungkook tore Jimin's hands away and intertwined them with his. "If you like being looked at, I'll never stop... I promise."

Jimin took a deep breath, becoming beyond flustered at everything that was going on. "I should go lie down now right?"

Jungkook nodded, helping Jimin climb onto the bed for no other reason than because he wanted to hold his hand a few seconds longer.

Jimin remembered how the girls in Jungkook's book were posing and tried to slightly imitate it. "Uhm, I'm not sure how I should-..."

"Bend your knee a little," Jungkook said, switching into his proffesional mode right away. "And let your arm rest on top of it."

Jimin followed Jungkook's directions with red cheeks, but tried to act as professional as Jungkook was suddenly being.

"If you make me look bad I'm throwing you off the ship," he said, shooting Jungkook a playful glare.

Jungkook grabbed his sketchbook and a pencil and sat down on a chair in the room.

"Go easy on me, I've never drawn a man before."

Jimin edged up his brow, feeling his confidence grow as time went on. "That's not my problem."

Minutes felt like hours as Jimin laid wordlessly on the bed, patiently letting Jungkook focus on his work.

Every now and then the boy would peer over his sketchbook and pierce through Jimin as he gazed at him. Looking at his face or body, and even what felt like Jimin's soul.

And though sometimes Jimin found himself wishing the boy would throw away his sketchbook and simply kiss him instead, Jungkook succeeded very well at containing himself.

When the man had finished his drawing he bit into his pencil and smiled, looking at Jimin and nodding in satisfaction.

"It's really done?" Jimin asked, carefully sitting upright.

Jungkook stood up from his chair and walked over to the bed to sit down, showing Jimin the drawing.

Jimin's lips parted as seeing himself on the paper proved incredibly mindblowing to see.

"I look... is this how you see me?" Jimin chuckled. "I don't look that pretty, my face looks like that of a famous actrice or something."

Jungkook raised his brows in suprise. "You baffle me with how mediocre you think you look."

"Well I wouldn't mind it if people saw this when they saw me but they don't."

Jungkook wanted to disagree right away. "They do, but no one tells a goodlooking person they're goodlooking."

Jimin cocked his head and turned Jungkook's face towards him. "You're goodlooking," he said as if it were a recent observation.

Jungkook smirked before pressing his lips onto Jimin's, letting his sketchbook slowly slide out of his hands and fall to the ground.

"Jimin..." he breathed when the older boy's lips traveled to his neck, sucking on his skin and sending waves of tingelings through his body.

"Jungkook," Jimin whsipered back inbetween his kisses, his hands gripping at Jungkook's strong biceps and trying to find the buttons to his shirt.

"Call me flower Jungkook..." he said so very needily, his warm and heavy breath falling on Jungkook's neck as his hands slipped into his shirt. "Call me your flower."

Jungkook felt like something inside of him snapped, the restraints that had kept him a respectful gentlemen before dissolving into nothing.

The naked boy behind him wanted him so badly and acted so dirty it made Jungkook's cock twitch and his eyes darken.

He turned around swiftly, gazing at Jimin as if he was ready to devour him.

He unbuttoned his shirt one by one as quickly as possible and nudged his head at his trousers for Jimin to take care of it.

Jimin obliged right away and tugged at Jungkook's belt as his mouth watered with anticipation.

Whe the younger male had been freed of his clothes he climbed onto the bed and approached Jimin like a stalking predator, finally showing off his muscular body that made Jimin's initial confidence wither slightly.

"I'm going to make love to you now my pretty flower," Jungkook stated without any room for Jimin to object.

"Please..." Jimin whispered back, biting on his lips with a deep longing he never knew he could have for another person. "Please make love to me."