"So" Jungkook speaks amongst the silence, his voice cutting through the air as it echoes and bounces across the walls. You stop abruptly, various shades of colours splattering onto your fingers.

As if you weren't nervous already he just had to add to it. You look up at the raven haired male, your vision laced with annoyance as he sends you a sheepish grin.

"Why did you choose body art anyway?" He questions whilst flipping through your sketchbook "I don't really know" you reply.

"You look cute today, not that you don't always look nice it's just" He babbles as you shoot him an amused grin "I look cute today, yeah yeah" you finish off as he nods.

"So what exactly are we doing? Do I have to sit and pose or are we doing something else?", you look at him with a slightly embarrassed smile.

"There's a reason people choose not to pick this certain type of art."

•••

"You have to draw" you nod as he repeats your words "o-on me", you nod again. The change in his behaviour sparks an interest in you. Just a few days ago the raven haired male perched on the desk had his lips attached to yours as if they themselves were his oxygen.

It's a sight to see really, the cocky and confident version of him has been replaced with a babbling bunny, one that you half prefer. "Why? Is that a problem Mr Jeon?" You mock whilst raising a brow "no I suppose not" he scoffs regaining his composure.

Jungkook carefully unbuttons his shirt agonisingly slowly stripping it off as he smirks at your flustered form. When his hands reach for his belt you screech a no "oh come on y/n" he whines, "stop being a baby" he mocks as your eyes widen.

"I-I've only practiced on upper halves" You retort, his eyes darken for a moment as he narrows them suspiciously "Lisa and Rei", he nods at the response.

Jungkook edges closer to you "you can start now" he informs as you nod, you curse yourself before running your palms across the expanse of his upper body. You look up at him noticing the mocking smile tugging evilly at the corners of his lips, yet it looks alien to you "I need to know what texture your skin is" you quickly say as he nods.

"You can touch me all you want" he whispers, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear, it's not him though, something's different, something's off and you can't help but notice it.

His skin is surprisingly smooth against yours, warm and soft as you remove your hands and begin to grab your paint brushes. "Can you stand for long enough?" You question and he nods.

It's confusing, he's confusing you. The man in front of you is barely the one you saw a few days ago, it's making you scared, making you feel as though he's changed his mind. Nevertheless you begin to paint, swiping your brush against his skin. Jungkook shudders, goosebumps forming on the skin of his chest but you continue.

Your heated palms calm down his body temperature as you mindlessly stroke your brush painting him. Your hands move across his body creating patterns that weren't originally mapped out.

As if in a trance you lose awareness of your surroundings, your brushstrokes becoming more concentrated as you find yourself reaching Jungkook's neck.

You arch closer, your body nearing his so naturally as you paint splotches of red and pink down the length of his neck "y-y/n" you hear a whimper.

You draw back widening your eyes at the sight. In the short time that you've painted you've managed to finish half your work with art you didn't know you could express.

Jungkook glances back up at you, panting as you realise why. It's as if you've tampered with his body unknowingly and for you it feels more like a mark rather an artwork. You want to know what's going on, you're so desperate that just loving marks of paint around his body is enough to comfort you that at least he's here.

It's your artwork, it's something that belongs to you, not like your other work, not like anything you've done before and you don't know why, but you feel a slight sense of possessiveness wash over you even though the art almost feels like a scripture of confusion.

"The bell's gone" he sighs as you nod "I'll dry you off then" he hums as a response as you dry the paint ensuring that it remains intact until your exam is over.

Jungkook slips on his shirt just before the door opens "there you are y/n" Miss Hye beams as she enters the classroom "I just wanted to inform you it's break so you can't continue until after" she says as you nod.

She takes a glance at Jungkook's neck, a look of confusion adorning her expression "that's not what you originally planned, is it?" She questions. "No, I guess it just happened" you breathe as she nods. Pulling together your things you leave the room getting ready to find Lisa when an odd appearance makes you all too aware.

"Mr min?" You question, a grin almost slips onto your lips before you remember you're in school "hey kiddo" he smiles as you scowl. "You seem to be visiting school a lot" you mock "for work" he emphasises "you 'work' in a fashion agency need I remind you" you retort whilst rolling your eyes playfully.

"Next week's special edition will be on school clothes" he stutters "and I suppose mr hope looks like an ideal student?" You grin teasingly. His eyes glint with frustration as his cheeks flare red "also, it's art day, I doubt you'll find any students in uniform" you cock your brow challengingly.

"Okay okay" he snaps "I'll catch you later" you nod in acknowledgement finding Lisa almost before the end of break "something feels off" she exclaims suddenly as you walk towards the art room.

"What do you mean?" You question as she shrugs, "I can't explain it I can just feel it" she replies. Lisa's warning echoes through your head as you reach the room, and she's right, something definitely feels off.

•••

Pain, amongst all things that emotion specifically courses through your veins as your fists clench, the sight that you walked in on was not particularly pleasing "leave" you growl lowly. The mocking face of the raven haired girl burns your eyes as she smirks.

"And what if I don't?" She challenges smugly, stepping away from your teacher "I'll pull you out kicking and screaming, so go before I do" you warn, Luna skips across the classroom granting you a satisfied smile, one that you can easily slap off if you try as she leaves.

The door closes with a click rendering the silence in the room unbearable, your eyes turn to shoot daggers at the shirtless, raven haired male, then at the spill of an orange handprint across the work you so skilfully sculpted.

Jungkook gulps, nothing to say for himself, to defend him as the fire in your eyes, emanating through your body into the atmosphere fails to leave.

"There's not much time left if I'm cleaning that and doing your other half too."