Jungkook is a thug guy.

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook and Taehyung had been dating for a long time, but those around them still couldn't understand how they got together. Taehyung was handsome, kind, and a diligent student. However, behind all this gentleness lay a rather stern character, especially when it came to his boyfriend.

Jungkook was a real thug. Tall, strong, muscular, with constantly broken knuckles and a gang of equally broken friends. He could get into a fight over a single sideways glance, then show up at Taehyung's with a black eye and an innocent expression.

Taehyung loved his troublemaker. He especially enjoyed giving Kook gifts: matching mugs, handmade cards, bracelets, and little notes, which, by the way, he carefully kept in a separate box. But for his boyfriend's nineteenth birthday, Taehyung decided to come up with something more interesting.

Jungkook's birthday was a huge success. The friends were noisy, singing songs, joking, and nearly trashing the apartment. It was only around midnight that everyone finally left, leaving the birthday boy alone with his boy. Tae ran into the next room and returned a minute later, dragging a rather large rectangular package wrapped in gift paper. Jungkook, sprawled on the couch, raised an eyebrow.

— What, you bought me a painting too?

— I didn't buy it. I made it myself.

"Ooh," Jungkook drawled, grinning and accepting the gift. "Have you discovered creativity, little one?"

Taehyung merely smiled, blushed noticeably, and looked down. Jungkook chuckled, tore open the package, and pulled out a large black canvas. On the matte background, unusual fingerprints were visible in silvery-white paint. Two large oval marks were located at the top of the painting, an elongated brushstroke ran below, and on the right, handprints and footprints were clearly visible. Another wide mark adorned the bottom. Together, they formed an abstract composition echoing the contours of Taehyung's body. Jungkook studied the painting in silence for a few seconds.

“Holy shit…” he drawled, slowly breaking into a grin.