Taehyung art

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Taehyung stood at the easel, but the lines were falling apart—he needed living flesh. The ad had brought dozens of rejections, but today someone knocked.

"I'm here about work," Jungkook stood in the doorway, his head hunched. An old sweatshirt hid his figure, but Taehyung immediately noticed: he was pale, with dark circles under his eyes.

"Take it all off," Taehyung nodded towards the screen. "I need the anatomy."

Jungkook clutched the hem of his sweater, but forced himself to do so. By the time he left, the studio had become cramped. Jungkook's shoulders were too narrow, his collarbones sharp, and he stood there, ready to close in at any moment.

“You’re shaking,” the artist stated.

Taehyung came closer, and Jungkook flinched, covering himself with his hand, but Taehyung only turned him towards the light.

“I paint the truth,” he said quietly. “What are you thinking about?”

"About money," Jungkook breathed out, his voice breaking. "About not having the money to pay the rent. About not wanting to be here. But I have to, because I'm hungry."

Taehyung smiled and walked over to the easel. As the charcoal touched the paper, he suddenly realized: it was perfect. Jungkook stood there, biting his lip as the lines fell across his ribs.

"I'll pay double," Taehyung said. "But you'll come when I call. I need your soul to get used to me. And, Jungkook..." He looked up for a moment. "Don't hide. It's beautiful."