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One knife.

Two bodies.

Three sets of hands clasped around each other.

The newspaper spoke of a family attacked at night, where the parents died of fatal wounds but the child survived. Apparently, it was a robber who found the family in the living room, lounging around and enjoying their time together, when the child saw him and pointed his parents towards their demise, unknowingly. It was noted that the intruder had no recollection of how he got into that house or how he killed the family, all he remembered was the portrait. He mentioned it with such detail, as if it was etched in his brain. A freshly painted canvas showing the parents stood on a nearby stand in the corner of the living room. A beautiful painting, but there was something so eerie about it, as if it was not merely a portrait.

A few years later, a lady living with her nephew was found dead. It was ruled a suicide because of the nature the body was found in, hung from the fan with a rope around the neck. Her friend had been a witness to the death and she had mentioned that the woman looked like she was in a daze, as if she was possessed. In the living room of that house was also a canvas on an easel. A painting of the woman who had eventually killed herself. A painting so beautiful that it looked real, but one that had an underlying aura to it, an unnerving one.

The painter of these paintings? Kim Taehyung. A child prodigy. One worthy of the title of ‘The Picasso of Korea’ if he had made it big in the business. His first portrait in oil was of his parents, who unfortunately were killed soon after. He was moved to his aunt’s place after that incident and had refused to pick up his brushes because of the pain he carried in his heart. But his aunt had convinced him to paint her one day. But when he painted a beautiful portrait of the said woman, she ended up passing away too.

Not long after, he was transferred to a foster home. A place that he only reminisced in his nightmares. Taehyung was an innocent child, who had been loved by his parents and his aunt, so being treated like a criminal and being poked fun at in the foster home was damaging to him. He was a strong kid, he knew how to fight his bullies but even he had his weak moments and so when he was forced to draw a portrait of his bully as a rich ruler one day, he did so through his tears. He completed a majestic portrait of the one he loathed.  And a few days later, the boy passed away from a heart attack, apparently he had a hole in his heart that was undetected until now.

But Taehyung was not dumb. He understood that this was related to him. Why did everyone he drew a portrait of die sooner or later, either from a natural phenomenon or some other reason? To prove his point, the young boy painted a portrait of his roommate, another boy who was mean to him for the sake of it. He drew an enchanting portrait of the boy and gifted it to him and as expected, the boy passed away a few days later. Unknown causes, they had announced that as the cause of his death. Unknown, just like Taehyung.

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Present day

To everyone he was an artist. To some he was a saviour, to some an agent and to others a killer. To himself, Taehyung was lonely.

He lived all alone, painting portraits of people he was ordered to kill for money. Was it the most ethical way of living life? No, but Taehyung was already tired of his life so he just took the one thing he loved and made a profession out of it, kind of like any other artist would do. Only other artists did not kill with their creation. For his sake, Taehyung only killed genuinely disturbing people or individuals he hated. He refused to kill an innocent person.

In his off time he walked around the city and drew some still life and buildings in his favourite sketchbook. It was his mother’s sketchbook, the only thing of hers that had remained with him. He had learnt the art of painting from her after all so her sketchbook meant the world to him. As he sat on a bench in the quiet park, Taehyung thought to himself, What would she think if she saw him today? A tortured soul who killed people by drawing their portraits. What a stellar son!

He broke out of his thoughts as his burner phone rang, the one where he got calls for his deals. 

“Hello, Kim speaking.” He never revealed his real name to his clients, it gave him reclusion, something he feared and yet longed for.

“Hello Mr. Kim, I need your help, there is this person who owns a bar and he mistreats his employees. He has even almost forced himself on some of them and I really want that man gone…can you please draw a portrait of him?”

Taehyung let out a long sigh. “Send me his address.” 

The other side took a period before an address for a bar in the downtown area was recited for Taehyung, the call cut soon after telling the painter to be there at eight pm sharp. Taehyung rolled his eyes at the authoritative tone of the person on the other end as he continued on his current piece after putting his phone down, it was a painting of a beautiful tiger lily. He didn't know why that flower called to him so much, he even had a dream of the orange tiger lily and ever since then the flower had not left his thoughts, so he had put it on a canvas.

At around seven, Taehyung  got up to get ready for his next ‘mission’ as he liked to call them, more so to appease his guilty mind and justify himself by acting as a hero who killed the bad men of society instead of a demon who could kill people by simply drawing their portraits.

He got dressed in his most expensive clothes, styled his hair like he was a rich socialite and prayed to god that he would blend in at that bar. As soon as he entered the bar, he heard a soft voice singing a song, one he held a strong liking for. The thing about Taehyung was that he loved music, if he was not a painter he would have turned to singing or producing music as a profession. Unfortunately, the stars had aligned and chosen a different path for the brunette.

He went and sat on the barstool and ordered a drink from the bartender, something strong but sweet, just the way he liked it. 

As he sat there, trying to observe his next prey he realised that he was losing focus, Taehyung was trying so hard to concentrate on the man’s face he was supposed to paint but all he could hear and think about was the man singing the song on the makeshift stage. He couldn’t stop his eyes from leading him to the man there. He was ethereal, with his beautiful eyes and sinful lips, his hair which framed his face in waves and his body, oh his body was a dream and what was Taehyung if not a dreamer. His voice had a pull, one the painter had never felt in his life, he was enamoured and he didn’t know what to do about it.

Focus, Taehyung, you have a mission to complete.

Yes, focus on the target. Taehyung had a long look at the man he was ordered to kill and memorised his face in his brain, a face he would soon see on the television, pale and unmoving, contrary to the current reality where the man would just not stop talking, even for a second.

After he was sure he could draw that unpleasant looking face from memory, Taehyung turned back to the stage in hopes of enjoying more of the beautiful being up there. But his hopes were cut down when the man ended the current song he was singing and left the stage after a quick curtsy to the audience.

The next day Taehyung was back at the dimly lit bar, he had missed some features on the man’s face, not like he wanted to listen and feast his eyes on the man who had fascinated him the whole night. Not at all.

He took the same seat as the day before, it served as the best seat for looking at the sing…the man he had to make a portrait of, yes definitely him.

And if he had spent the whole night with his eyes trained on a boy with eyes so big they could rival the galaxy, then that was between Kim Taehyung and his beating heart.

The third night Taehyung visited the dimly lit bar, a person awaited him, sitting on the seat he had occupied for the past two days. A person who had already visited him in his dreams often.

He had the urge to paint the scene before him. For the first time in his adult life, Kim Taehyung wanted to paint someone because he wanted to preserve their beauty in a painting, and not because he was ordered to kill them. He wanted to fill his mother’s sketchbook with portraits of this man, so that he could share his beauty with her. He wanted to fill his house with paintings of this man, so that he could stare at them all day without fearing any judgement. 

For the past two days, he had yearned for the man to notice him, to approach him since Taehyung was scared to do it himself. Because looking was not enough, he wanted to be looked at as well, he wanted to touch and be touched, he wanted… but he was scared, his profession was something anyone would be scared of, so he kept his distance.

But now the man sat in his seat with an inquisitive look in his eyes, as if he was waiting for someone. Taehyung’s heart soared in hope. Could it be that the man was looking for him?

He had to stop thinking with his heart, he was straying from his usual course of action as it was. This distraction was not good for him and yet, even after the battle he had in his mind, his feet moved him towards the man who occupied his thoughts since the moment the artist had laid his eyes on him for the first time. He sat down next to the wavy haired man and ordered his usual, something strong but sweet.

From his peripheral vision he could see that the man had turned towards him and was assessing him with an evident smirk present on his face, and Taehyung was never one to shy away from a stare down, especially if it involved this man. So he ignored his bullet train heart and turned to the man next to him, gifting him a rare flirty Taehyung smile, rare because it had never been used until now. 

The two stared at each other long and hard, half in competition to win this staring contest and half in a trance of the other.

If the man was alluring from a distance, he was absolutely exquisite up close. Each feature on his face created a beautiful harmony with the others and completed the masterpiece that was this man.

Is this an angel? Or the devil tempting him?

“So, I’ve felt your eyes on me since Wednesday.” The beauty sipped on his drink in such an elegant way, his lips turning dark pink from the liquid and Taehyung felt an overwhelming urge to bite them, he wanted to capture those rosy lips in between his own and he wanted to forever entangle himself in them.

“You come up to everyone who spares you a glance, sweetheart?” He lifted his drink towards the other in a sign of cheers and drank a sip to calm his nerves, he would never show it to the man sitting adjacent him but he was jittery inside, he was impatient and now that he was getting a taste he wanted the whole meal.

The pretty devil that sat next to him chuckled at Taehyung’s question, “Not everyone, but someone who has come to the bar for me three nights in a row deserves a bit of my attention, don’t you think so, darling?” The last word was whispered in Taehyung’s ear, as if he was getting lured by a siren’s call and just like a sailor he couldn’t stop himself from drowning. The fire lit anew inside of him, he really wanted this man, needed to devour him and study him like he was a religion and he was a devout follower, needed to capture the firefly and keep it close to him to let the shine of it illuminate his very being. For his own sake, Taehyung knew how to get what he wanted.

And so he did. The two left the bar together that night and caught themselves intertwined in a game of push and pull. More more more. Taehyung wanted more. He wanted everything.

The two moved to the bedroom of Taehyung’s apartment  in a blur of limbs and kisses, they couldn’t stop touching, couldn’t stop kissing, it was all too much but not enough.

“You are intoxicating,” Taehyung said in between kisses and was presented with one of the most beautiful moans he had ever heard in his life. He made quick work of the other’s shirt buttons, too impatient to be delicate about the entire ordeal. The singer, whose name was Jungkook, was working on Taehyung’s shirt buttons too, opening them as fast as he could. 

“Do you have the necessary stuff?” Taehyung couldn’t help but let out a giggle at necessary stuff , maybe the other was inexperienced with this stuff,  “Yes, I do.”

The two fell in a mess of tangled limbs on the bed, with their mouths connected as if they were each other’s source of oxygen. 

“I’m addicted to your lips, baby.” The nickname had slipped out unintentionally but Taehyung felt like he did the right thing when he was rewarded with a whine in response to the endearment, followed by a “I’m gonna get on my knees for you just for that.”

“I bet you would look like sin on your knees for me, with my cock in your mouth. Your face all red and your eyes glassy because you couldn’t take all of it but like the good boy you are, you will try, won’t you, doll?” 

“You talk a big game but what if I’m not even impressed by what I see? Let’s not be cocky here,” the singer tsked and smirked at the elder after his statement. It seems like we have a brat on our hands.

Taehyung grabbed his face in his hand as he seductively whispered in the younger’s ear: “Oh darling, prepare to have your world rocked.”

Jungkook’s already big eyes turned bigger when he saw Taehyung’s member without his briefs and slacks, he was speechless and he was hungry. He wanted to feel that cock in his mouth, he wanted to try to take all of that in his mouth and he wanted to make Taehyung feel good, to imprint himself as the man who had given the best blowjob the other had ever had.

So he moved his hands towards the other’s length and as he wrapped his hand around it, Taehyung hissed at the contact but did not pull away. Jungkook was mesmerised, he brought his other hand towards the member slowly coming to life, slowly standing erect in his hands. He had his time exploring each crevice and vein on Taehyung’s cock with his hands, mapping the length to his heart’s desire and then he finally put it in his mouth and Taehyung could swear he saw heaven right then and there.

Jungkook sucked on Taehyung’s cock like he was thirsty, he explored the whole length with his tongue, and sucked his tip just a bit before leaving a tantalising lick at the underside and taking the whole cock in his mouth, or as much as he could. He bobbed his head and let out moans unabashedly, it was a sight to see, and what else could Taehyung, a weak man when it came to the singer, do but look? He let the younger explore and enjoy as much as he could as waves of pleasure washed over him at the enthusiastic way the younger took him, but when he couldn't take anymore he stood up and held the younger’s chin in his hand, with his mouth still around his cock. “I’m getting impatient, baby and I want to come when I'm inside you so stand up and get undressed for me, sweetheart.”

The younger looked just like Taehyung had predicted, on his knees with his big round eyes watery and his mouth around the elder’s cock. And he looked beautiful.

The wavy haired man stood up and dropped his trousers in record time, afraid of taking too long and angering the painter. His member stood upright, already leaking some precum from the tip when the elder’s gaze moved towards it.

“Lay down on the bed for me, sweetheart.”

And if Taehyung had asked him to jump out of the window right this minute in that voice, Jungkook would have done it for him in a heartbeat.

Taehyung took the lube and condoms out from his cupboard and opened the bottle to squeeze some of the gel on his fingers, warming it before he touched Jungkook’s hole with the utmost care. “You’re sure about this?” he asked the other, his eyes soft and the younger nodded with a smile on his face, “Yes, please touch me.”

So Taehyung did. He touched him and he scissored the younger open on his hands, and he abused his prostate with his fingers again and again until the younger was a crying mess under him, asking for more. Begging for it.

And then Taehyung put an end to their combined misery when he filled the younger with his cock. The moment Taehyung bottomed out, he felt whole. He felt like he belonged there, in the arms of this enticing man who had just taken him so well. 

And then he moved, and Jungkook let out a beautiful whine asking for more and who was Taehyung to deny the wants of the baby? So he gave him more, he thrust slow and deep, and then he thrust fast and shallow. He bent the younger’s legs until they touched his chest and thrust so hard that the bed creaked from the sheer force and then he peppered kisses all over the tear stained face of the younger as he thrust slowly. The younger cried out as Taehyung pumped him once, twice until he came. Not long after, Taehyung came too, his orgasm accelerated by the beauty under him completely losing himself under the throes of pleasure.

After they were done, Taehyung laid out on top of the other for a few minutes, stalling the inevitable loss of being inside the other, before he pulled out. The younger whined at the loss as the painter threw his used condom in the bin nearby before he laid down on the bed, right next to the wavy haired beauty. Will Jungkook leave now? He thought to himself, or will he stay? 

He got his answer the next minute when the younger wrapped himself around him and smiled up at him with a cheeky smile, “Wanna shower together?”

“Yes, you stink, baby.”

Jungkook pouted and hit the elder’s chest playfully, “No, I don’t! Stop lying!” But Taehyung did not reply, he just picked the younger man up and moved the two to the bathroom for a shower. And if the couple had focused on exploring each other’s bodies more than cleaning them then that was between them and the four walls of the bathroom.

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Taehyung woke up when the rays of the sun shone on his face, he lay on his back with a comfortable weight on top of him. He looked down at the mop of waves on his chest along with the arm thrown across his chest and melted a little. 

What a way to wake up.  

The painter adored cuddling, he longed for the hugs his mother used to give him long after she was gone but he had never cuddled anyone since, until last night. The singer had been so shy, laying in bed next to him in nothing but his boxers. He had poked Taehyung’s chest softly and had asked, “Can we…cuddle?”

And Taehyung? He had opened his arms for the younger in a second. He would say yes, a thousand times. “Of course, chéri.” Jungkook had turned red at that nickname, he had turned to look up at the elder with a sated smile, “I love this nickname. You need to call me that more often.”

“Well that’s great, because I love calling you that.” He had hugged the younger tighter around him and went to sleep with a smile on his face, something he hadn’t done since his childhood.

The sun’s rays illuminated the whole room and basked the couple with a golden glow. Taehyung laid there for minutes, or maybe hours, till he felt the one atop him stir into consciousness.

“Morning, chéri.” 

Jungkook looked up at him with sleep filled eyes and stretched his body before pressing his face further into Taehyung’s chest, “Mhhmm, morning.”

Adorable.

“Are you gonna keep on staring at me or are you gonna cook us something?”

Taehyung blinked down at the singer in confusion…cook? For them? He got up from the bed in the blink of an eye and started towards the kitchen, “Eggs work for you?”

He looked back towards the bed to see the other still laying there with a content smile on his face. He looked ethereal, he looked like he belonged in his home. And in his heart.

“Yes, anything! So stop smiling at me like an idiot and go whip up something tasty.” Taehyung laughed at the younger’s remark, “Okay, master! Going!”

He left the room with the giggles of an angel following him.

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Taehyung had forgotten that man’s face. 

The man he had to paint.

Because another face occupied his thoughts, his mind and his heart.

But he had a mission to complete. So he called the number he had gotten a call from for the deal. 

“He is still alive.” The first words that were spoken to him as soon as he had picked up the call irked Taehyung. He grit his teeth as he replied, “I know, I may need a picture of the man too. He has a forgetful face.”

“Fine. But it needs to be done by tomorrow.”

So demanding.

“You will get it.” He cut the call with that and threw the phone across the bed. Some people treated him like he was a robot, if this job didn’t pay so well he would have stopped a long time ago.

He picked up his everyday phone when he heard a ping on it and his face immediately erupted with a smile when he saw who had messaged him.

Jungkook <3

Since you’re not asking me, I will.

When are we going on the 

promised date?

This man sure was impatient, but Taehyung adored him all too much to feel even an ounce of annoyance when he probably would have blocked the number if this was anyone else.

He replied back with a “How does tomorrow night sound?”, picked up the burner phone and started on the painting with thoughts of the young singer in his mind.

They had spent almost the whole day together yesterday, just lounging around, kissing and testing every part of Taehyung’s apartment for durability. Surely his lonely apartment had never been so full of life, chatter and beautiful moans. Jungkook had decided to go back home at dinner time and prepare for his next set at the bar and although reluctant, Taehyung had let him go alone. The pair had shared a final kiss at the door of his apartment before Jungkook had taken the stairs to the exit.

After he was done for the day, Taehyung had laid in bed resisting the urge to draw the man he had shared the last few hours with. He wished to sketch every contour of that precious face, his eyes which had shone so bright, his luscious lips which were like a drug to Taehyung, his button nose, his cheeks which swelled up so beautifully when he smiled his precious bunny-toothed smile.

But he knew that the moment he sketched that portrait on a piece of paper, he could no longer have the brunette to himself. But what he could do was sketch the body that had him in a chokehold, so he drew Jungkook’s abs, his thighs, his shoulders with the utmost detail and then when he fell asleep he dreamt of painting that exquisite face on a canvas and kissing the man with that face to his heart’s desire.

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The painting was done.

He had spent all night in front of the easel to complete the painting of the unsightly man and was finally done with it. Now fate had to do its course and Taehyung would get his next payment. He messaged the contact “New Bitch Client” with a simple “done.” And kept his phone down to get a few winks in for a couple of hours before his date.

His date. Jungkook.

He felt giddy just thinking about the other man, and as he laid on his bed fighting sleep for even a glimpse of a message from the other he saw that he had in fact missed a few from the singer overnight.

Jungkook <3

Look at this meme *attachment*

God I love this spinning cat meme.

Where are you?

I can’t believe I'm triple texting a dude.

I hate you, I wanted to talk before sleeping.

The last message was delivered at two am. Taehyung was in trouble, wasn’t he? He just hoped Jungkook would forgive him.

                                                                   Taehyung

                                           Hey baby, I was painting 

                                                     all night, I’m sorry.

                                             I can’t wait for our date

                                                          today, chèri <3

He thanked his lucky stars when he got a reply within seconds.

Jungkook <3

You’re a meanie!

Me too. But I’m still upset. 

Bye

The singer was just so adorable. Taehyung let out a few chuckles before he drifted off to dreamland, now with a smile that had made residence on his face ever since he had met a certain brunette on a mission.

By the time Taehyung woke up, it was midday and the universe had followed through with the promise of the curse of the painting. The news of the man being killed by a loan shark was all over the internet and news channels. He ate some cereal while watching the news about how the man was apparently escaping the loan sharks for a long time and they had found him today by chance in an alley.

Well, by chance for sure.

His burner phone had pinged with a message earlier when he had just woken up and he knew that the payment had also come through.

The sun had already started setting by the time he got to the place where he and Jungkook had agreed to meet for their date. The movie theatre. That night while they were cuddling before they fell asleep, Jungkook had told him that he was a big fan of Pride and Prejudice, and who was Taehyung to deny his baby the pleasure of watching his favourite film on the big screen, so he had paid the movie technician for a special screening of the movie for the two lovebirds.

When Jungkook realised what the elder had planned for them he had squealed and hugged him so tight, it felt like he was choking him. But Taehyung had relished in the feeling of the other’s arms around him and had squeezed that tiny waist with equal pressure.

After the movie, the two had gone to one of Jungkook’s favourite restaurants for a late night meal, apparently they served the best ramen, the singer had informed him.

“I thought you would have called me over for ramen.” Taehyung had teased the younger man while wiggling his eyebrows while they sat in the nearly empty ramen restaurant with their food in front of them. Jungkook had smacked his chest with a scoff and had told him off by calling him old, “that’s not even the terminology now hyung, nowadays people ask each other if they want to come over to see their cat!”

Taehyung couldn’t help the laugh that had erupted from inside of him, “ See their cat? Like cat cat? Or pussy cat? But men don’t have that so maybe cat cat? But what if someone doesn’t own a cat?”

“Oh my god, you’re so embarrassing.” But the smile Jungkook sported on his face spoke of endearment for the elder, he shook his head as he continued eating his ramen and motioned for Taehyung to do the same before the food got cold.

That night the two went back to Jungkook’s place and spent the whole night satiating the burning desire that had filled them since the moment they had locked eyes. Unlike the last time, Taehyung had taken his sweet time teasing and exploring the younger man’s body. He had teased his buds with his teeth and had realised that the other was sensitive there, he had gone down on the other and had eaten him out like his last meal. He had left some hickeys as reminders on the brunette’s thighs and then he had finally connected the two. They had fucked all night. against the mattress, against the wall and against the counter. It was like he turned into a beast every time he got Jungkook under him like this. He just wanted it all. Everything. And then some more.

When the couple woke up the next morning, Jungkook had asked Taehyung a question he did not have an answer to.

“Hyung, when will you paint a portrait for me?”

How could Taehyung tell this lovely man that he couldn’t. Unless he wanted him to die. What if Jungkook freaked out after hearing the truth, he couldn’t risk that! so he kissed the younger man on the mouth and replied, “Soon, chèri.”

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It had been months since the two had met for the first time. They had gone on several other dates after that first one and had even moved in together last month. The couple had shared a lot in these few months, the elder had brought Jungkook to the cemetery to introduce him to his parents, had sat between the gravestones where Taehyung had reminisced about his childhood. Jungkook too, had told him about his parents back in Busan, about his life at home and how his father was not supportive of his choices in life but how he had eventually come around. He had told Taehyung one day that he looked forward to his parents meeting the elder because he just knew they would love him.

And Taehyung had felt his heart break and reassemble itself in the presence of that smile he loved to trace with his hands. He did not deserve Jungkook. But he was all too selfish to let him go, he had cried one night thanking the gods for granting him this angel, for he did not deserve the love the other showered him with but he raptured in it. He was enchanted by the man before him and he would die before he had to lose him.

He had drawn multiple portraits over the months and each time Jungkook had come up to him, wrapped his arms around him from behind and had whispered in his ear, “Won’t you paint me hyung?”

And every time Taehyung would kiss the other’s cheek and reply, “I will, my love. Someday for sure.”

He had no idea how long he could go on lying to the younger man about what he did. But he was afraid, no one would accept a killer as a lover, would they? And Taehyung could not lose Jungkook. After such a long time he finally felt a modicum of happiness in his lonely life and he was not about to let it go so soon. Forever was not enough for what he felt for the brunette, he wanted more than that, in each and every lifetime he just wanted the younger to be by his side, to be his lover.

He sat in front of his easel painting his latest mission’s portrait but his thoughts were as usual with Jungkook. He was still a singer at that bar where the couple had first met, but he wanted to be an idol. Taehyung had thought about the younger’s dream, he wanted Jungkook to achieve all he wanted in life because Taehyung knew how it felt to not get what your heart desired.

So he did something he had never done before, he asked one of his previous clients for help. A music producer, Min Yoongi, had ordered Taehyung to paint his deadbeat father’s portrait. The two had met to exchange the details of the deal and had shared a connection over their mother’s who had passed away, the only difference was that Yoongi’s father had killed his mother in a fit of rage but was never caught.

The phone rang until the last moment before Taehyung heard a voice from the other end speaking into the receiver, “Hi Taehyung, how are you?”

“Hi hyung, I need some help.”

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Jungkook was tired. He didn’t know how long he could go on singing in that bar downtown on minimum wage. Although it was better now that his old creepy boss had died,  he had bigger dreams than just singing in the corner of a room while men gambled or got drunk. 

He limped into the apartment and couldn’t help the smile that took over his face when he saw his lover in the kitchen, making dinner for them. 

Jungkook loved him. He had fallen for Kim Taehyung the moment the other had called him sweetheart for the first time and everytime he looked at the elder, it grew. The man had an aura and the looks of a greek god and after their first night together Jungkook got to know that his personality was as precious as his face, if not more. 

He walked up to his lover and wrapped his arms around Taehyung in a tight hug as he laid some affectionate kisses on the other’s back, “I missed you.”

Taehyung turned around in his hold and picked the singer up and made him sit on the counter, he smiled his ethereal smile full of affection and joined their lips together in the sweetest kiss ever.

“I missed you more, chèri.”

The two shared kisses for a few more minutes before Taehyung took a step back, “Go and freshen up, love and then we can have dinner. I know you’re hungry.”

When Jungkook got back from his shower he saw that Taehyung was already waiting for him with their plates full of food. He went and sat next to the painter, thanking him with a kiss and a smile as they began eating.

“Love, I have something to share…”

Jungkook looked up from his food at the anxious man sitting next to him.

Is he…

“So I have this friend who is a music producer and I sent him a sample of you singing…and he loved it. He wants you to come to his studio this weekend for a demo.”

Wait, what?

“What?” Jungkook couldn’t believe his ears, did the elder say music producer? Sample? Demo? Was he losing his mind?

“Yes, chèri, he said your voice has star quality! He is really excited to give this a go.”

The brunette’s ears were ringing, he sputtered out a series of what, how and why’s before his eyes welled up with tears, “Hyungie, are you serious?”

Taehyung brought his hands up and wiped the tears flowing down his love’s face, he felt like crying himself. He knew how much this meant to Jungkook. He nodded his head at the other and said in a choked voice, trying to keep his tears at bay, “Yes, baby. I am serious. We have to go to his studio at Jin Hit Entertainment on Saturday..”

Jungkook leapt into the elder’s arms and buried his head in the cavity between his lover’s neck and shoulder. He loved this man, he loved him so much. He had never experienced this kind of love and he knew that no one could ever compare to Taehyung.

He chanted ‘I love you’ on the elder’s skin and peppered kisses all over his neck and shoulder as he happily cried for himself and his future, for the affection he was presented with on the daily and for this man who was so giving and full of love.

He knew it was late but he couldn’t rest. He couldn’t sleep.

Jungkook couldn’t sleep. He was just so thrilled over the demo he had to sing for Taehyung’s friend. He sat on the couch mindlessly scrolling through the channels on the television when he saw a photo he recognised on the news.

CEO Park Seohyun, the owner of numerous multinational companies was found dead in his house today. Doctors say it was due to a heart attack. 

He had seen Taehyung paint this man’s portrait just yesterday. He had asked him too, “Who is this, hyung?”

“Ah, just my new client chèri, I’m just finishing and then we can go to sleep, okay baby?”

Jungkook was sure it was the man on the news that Taehyung had painted. And he was dead today… just like his boss, who Taehyung had drawn a portrait of. Jungkook knew of it because it was delivered right after the death of his old boss, an oil portrait with the initial KTH on the bottom right of the canvas.

The singer switched off the TV,  got up from the couch and went to his boyfriend who was busy painting yet another portrait, this time of a lady who looked like a snob, one who adored demeaning people on the daily..

“Hyung.” He called out, making Taehyung turn to him in question, “Yes, baby? Not sleepy yet?”

Jungkook’s steps took him to his lover until he stood right in front of the painting, he sat on his lover’s lap and cuddled into his chest, relishing in the warmth of the man he loved more than anything.

Jungkook turned his head slightly and looked at the portrait that Taehyung had drawn, observing its allurement, each stroke was painted with such precision and care, with delicate hands. It was a beautiful composition, after all Taehyung was incredibly talented.

“Will you never draw me, hyung? Like one of your portraits?”

I hope…

“Oh, chèri”

I hope you…

“I would love to paint you, my heart but…”

I hope you say…

“But for that I would have to kill you, and I cannot bear to lose you.”

I hope you say no…

“I love you so much, my chèri.”

Jungkook turned to look up at the man who had his heart in his hands, the man who had the power to kill him by just painting him on a canvas, and the man who chose not to, because he loved him. 

“I love you more, my Tae.”

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