#painter jk

--namkook drabble 

"Are you done yet?" Namjoon yawned. 

"Nope." Jungkook's eyes stayed glued to his painting. The wind ruffled his hair.

"I'm bored." 

"Yep.”

"Can't you just take a picture of me and then use that as a reference?" 

"Nope. Sit up properly. You can't change positions."

Namjoon sighed, rolling his shoulders back. "But I can smell rain in the air."

"Uh huh..."

"Why did you have to paint me? Don't they give you live models for class?" 

Jungkook frowned, peeking around the edge of his easel. "Yeah, it comes in a cage and everything–has a little wheel like a hamster. But I wasn't too keen on a human in a cage in my room, so..." He grinned and went back to painting before Namjoon could call him an idiot. "Nah. There weren't enough volunteers. Plus..." He shrugged. "I prefer painting you anyway. You're my muse."

Namjoon rolled his eyes. "Well, as your muse, I expect better treatment from now on."

"Oh yeah, like what?" Jungkook asked. 

Namjoon held up a finger. "First of all, if you're going to make me sit on the ground to be painted, give me something waterproof to sit on. My ass is wet and it's your fault."

Jungkook giggled.

Up went another finger. "Second of all, I charge by the hour. And I'm not cheap."

Jungkook giggled harder.

"Third of all--thirdly?--if i'm going to have to sit still for hours then I'll need refreshments. Maybe a mini fridge? And definitely a back massage once we're done."

Jungkook put down his paintbrush, eyes twinkling with mischief as he moved around the easel. He knelt in the damp grass, taking Namjoon's face in both hands. 

The kiss was just a peck at first, but with a quiet sigh, it deepened. Namjoon's arms wrapped around Jungkook's waist. Jungkook slid his fingers into Namjoon's hair, then down so his arms were draped lazily over Namjoon's shoulders. They broke apart slowly, Namjoon chasing Jungkook's lips, then ducking his head before their eyes could meet, cheeks bright pink.

Jungkook felt the burn in his own face, but only kissed Namjoon's forehead gently, smoothing his hair back. "Just another twenty minutes," he murmured. "Then we can go back to our room and order dinner and I'll give you a massage. Sound good?"