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Taehyung has always be fascinated by art. It was like an instinct. He would search something he could resonate with. As he grew older, that little instinct didn’t change. It grew within him. He looked furthermore about art, about shapes, about colors. Learned what made art well... art. Museums were his to go place, he especially loved paintings. His fascination never dimmed. He tried to talk about it with some of his friends and, even though they weren’t as interested as him, some would gladly listen. Some, on the contrary, would find him weird to be so attracted to that kind of thing. They wouldn’t understand what was so appealing in some old rusty painting. But Taehyung knew, he knew that those old rusty paintings meant so much more than artistic shapes and well find combinaisons of colors. They detained a sentiment. Each and every one of them.
As years passed, Taehyung met his soon to be new family. His bandmates. His friends. He could now easily talks with Namjoon about art because Namjoon understand that little something that art could provide to someone. It was nice. The other members would not interfere nor would participate in the conversation. Instead, they looked with fond eyes at their little art nerds.
Surprisingly, another member entered the ‘’art conversations’’ even though he was still a little shy around them. That member was Jungkook. It took him three months before advancing his own opinions on an art subject. Namjoon and Taehyung couldn’t have been more proud.
. . .
Jungkook has always be fascinated by art. Ever since his big brother sketches filled their shared rooms and their house. He was intrigued as to how those lines and artistic forms could come out of someone mind. How could an idea was able to be put down on a blank space? To little five year old Jungkook it was like magic.
So, at the age of nine, he decided to ask. The answer his brother gave him was not what he expected. He gave him a paper and a pencil and said, ‘’You can do anything. This is your space.’’ He pouted a little but tried. His drawing wasn’t near perfect like his brother’s. The lines were not aligned and the mix of colors didn’t really matched together. Jungkook still felt proud of it. His brother smiled and questioned: ‘’Did you have fun?’’ Jungkook could only answered positively.
He quickly learned that it was fun to draw.
The passion didn’t leave him and so he drawn and drawn. His brother would take him to museums, explain to him technics to improve his skills, and he was so grateful for his brother patience and sense of pedagogy. He learned that everything could be a canvas, everything could be turned into art. For a long time he thought about it and decided that his body could become a canvas too. At the age of fourteen when he left for the capital after his audition for a music company whose selected him, he left his hometown with the firm resolution to design a tattoo.
His body was his, and he wanted it to be an everlasting canvas.
He was young and awfully shy when the company finally let him debut alongside six other boys. His missed his family, he missed his hometown and his friends. But, as a small consolation, his passion never really died thanks to Namjoon and Taehyung. His two bandmates keep lightening the fire of his fascination. He loved listening to them argue about a painting in a playful and calm manner. He took him awhile before joining them, his shyness pushed down. However he still could feel his cheeks turning hot. They talked about every form of art and Jungkook couldn’t be more glad. His mind absorbing everything and searching for the perfect design, the perfect place to put his idea into reality.
Unfortunately, he learned the hard way that in the public music industry, you couldn’t do everything you wanted with your body. ‘’Don’t worry my dear ARMY, my skin is too precious for a tattoo’’, he had said, three years after their debut. He didn’t know if he lied to his fans or if he lied to himself. But he knew a part of his old self was crying.
. . .
Taehyung and Jungkook found each other talking more and more. As Jungkook grow older and the band gained more attention, his shyness was slowly disappearing. He knew he could trust his members and that they’ll do anything for him. Of course, he will too. But there was something special about Taehyung. Something he couldn’t quite describe. It was a peaceful sentiment, a feeling like coming home after a long day.
Sometimes, Taehyung made him feel as good as a fine piece of art.
Taehyung saw their youngest through his teenage phase to his majority both physically and spiritually . He was proud of what Jungkook has become. He felt really close to him despite their two years of difference. They shared a connection, he was pretty sure of it. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it. It didn’t take Taehyung a long time to recognize the signs. He had been in love before, had some crushes. Some worked, some didn’t; but here he was afraid. A dreadful feeling settled in his gut. It would be so easy to destroy something as beautiful as their bond with the wrong sentence, the wrong touch.
Taehyung loved Jungkook. And he loved him enough to not ever made him think he did.
It took Jungkook a little more time. The emotional state he was feeling with Tae was a sentiment he associated with family, with the comfort a hyung could provide. But the more he looked at it, the more his feelings were screaming at him. Taehyung made him feel good in every way. Always a thoughtful remark, a teasing gesture, an honest testament to a question. He considered Tae like his best friend, his family and… something else. Something he really didn't want to admit.
He felt the same way looking at art than looking at Tae. The same excitement, the same sentiment, the same fascination. That was when it hit him that everything changed. It maybe took him awhile to put the l- word on his feelings but contrary to Taehyung he was sure that their bond could survive a rejection. He told him a month later. Eyes sparkling, cheeks hot and lips wet and quivering. He couldn’t remember being this nervous in the last three years.
He never regretted his decision. Not when he finally tasted the sweetness of Taehyung’s mouth. Not when they kissed slow and tender or hard and messy. Not when his tongue connected to Taehyung’s, and certainly not when he left little bites and marks over Taehyung’s neck. They learned each other’s body the way they would discover a new painting. With reverence in their eyes; sweet, smooth touches; little gasps of pleasure. Their flames of passion burning for one another. They created a canvas for both of them. An art reserved just for them.
The next morning were filled with awkward stares from both of them and a multitude of teasing from their bandmates mixed with congratulation speech and Jimin plaintive tone about becoming a third wheel.
To resume, Jungkook and Taehyung were happy. And the members had to admit, the both of them were made to collide with one another like the most beautiful love portrait.
. . .
They were in Hawaii.
Even if they were still filming and the crew were all over them, Taehyung wouldn’t say he wasn’t happy. Their tour was exhausting, and he felt like they deserved some time off. He loved traveling with his members. They looked rested and full of energy, awed in front of the new scenery and the sublime weather.
If anything, Taehyung was more attracted to the population. It was amazing to see so many people on such a small island. But, what caught Jungkook and Taehyung attention were the men and women who wear the local tattoo. Yoongi told them it was called a kakau and that it was the traditional tattoo here. The precision and the delicacy of the tattoo made them search the meanings and the different designs on internet. They even ask a kind looking man if they could take a picture of his tattoos. They were to die for.
Jungkook didn’t feel the need to get a tattoo in a long time. The feeling slowly disappearing after the fan’s disapproval. But he had to admit, right now, he craved one. He looked over at Tae; saw him contemplating the horizon, eyes a little bit unfocused. He felt Taehyung’s hand coming to him with the silent ask to intertwined their fingers. Jungkook could never say no to such an offer.
They walked silently next to each other, letting the other member walk in front of them second mindedly following the little group. It was calm, it was peaceful.
‘’Let’s do it,’’ the gravely voice of Taehyung resonated through Jungkook, ‘’let’s get a tattoo.’’
And again, Jungkook could never say no to such an offer.
. . .
It was weird how during a large amount of time Taehyung thought about needles in a bad way. He didn’t like the shape and he didn’t like the meaning of them. It implied sickness or uncomfortable hospital’s beds. He didn’t like needles. But here, in the small shop decorated essentially by the successful tattoos of the artist, he couldn’t find in him to hate needles so much.
It was weird how during a large amount of time Jungkook thought about what forms of art his body would become. The amount of time he planned a design, just to change his mind the next week. But overall, Taehyung was never something he planned so it seemed right that the tattoo didn’t either.
. . .
Taehyung wanted a moon, shaped like the beautiful tattoos they have seen all day. But Jungkook stopped him.
‘’You’re not a moon, Tae. Let me be the moon, you’ll be the sun, yeah?’’
The large boxy smile Tae throwed him was enough to make his nervousness disappear. He couldn’t picture Tae to be anything but a consoling warmth to him or to others. He definitely was a sun. A sun that brightened his life every day.
Taehyung went first. As the sun on his ankle slowly took form, the bone crushing grip Taehyung got on Jungkook’s hand tightened. He couldn’t feel his hand at the end, but watching as Taehyung seemed so happy, so satisfied by the choice kept the pain at bay.
When it was his turn he asked for the same location but this time instead of a sun he asked for a moon. The tattoo artist laughed and smiled at them before changing the needle and get to work.
. . .
That night, when the burn in their ankles died down, they found themselves against each other. Body hot and hands traveling lower and lower. Their mouths met halfway, tongues dancing, eyes fierce.
Jungkook marked Taehyung chest like an artist. He created forms, shapes, colors sometimes red, sometimes purple. The more he progressed, the more Tae was squirming beneath him. When he was three fingers deep inside of him, Taehyung was having a hard time controlling himself.
‘’More’’, he gasps against Jungkook’s lips. And who was Jungkook to denied him that?
Being inside Taehyung was the most intense experience Jungkook has ever felt. It was hot and tight and so good. He had Taehyung moaning in no time. He knew so well how to play him; where to bite, where to suck, what to say. The roll of Taehyung’s hips made him grunt against the delicate skin of Taehyung’s neck and he felt himself going under and under. Taehyung, who knew just as much his lover as his lover knew him, simply stop the movement of his hips and asked, voice wrecked and sweat dripping down his temples, ‘’Fuck me harder.’’ After that he was done for. His pace quickens with Taehyung’s moans. He made sure to aim for that little spot that made them see stars. Taehyung came first as Jungkook fucked him through his orgasm, slowing his pace and fucking him deep and slow. He was chasing after his own orgasm making Taehyung cried out from overstimulation. He saw light and crashed against Taehyung, moaning softly his name in the older’s ear. Taehyung let his fingers traveled through the wet hair at the base of his neck. It was comfortable and comforting. They don’t know how long they stayed in that position, Jungkook between Taehyun’s legs and his head settled against the older chest, Taehyung peppering kisses all over his hair and face.
When they finally moved, Jungkook retrieved a wet towel from the bathroom of their shared hotel room in order to clean them up. Taehyung was pliant in his arms, smiling that satisfied smile of his. Jungkook kissed it away and once he was done, he settled himself once again against his lover. As he could feel Taehyung drifted off he decided to speak first.
‘’You’re the most beautiful art I’ve ever seen, Taehyung.’’
He saw the beautiful eyes of his lover shooting open and looking at him. Then, Taehyung smiled a genuine, happy smile and simply replied, like he could understand Jungkook like an open book and frankly it wouldn’t surprise Jungkook if he could, ‘’I love you too.’’
Satisfied, he took his boyfriend in his arms, embracing him as Taehyung intertwined their legs together. Their tattoos fitting together at their respective ankles. A sun and a moon, complementary to one another. Two lovers who together formed the most perfect representation of art. The canvas of their bodies nothing but the description of a sentiment called love.