Growing up together, you had always thought that he would always be a part of your life forever, until he suddenly chose a different path, leaving you altogether in the shadows of your past. What happens when you finally decide to move on, to walk d...
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White Lies
chapter ix. just us
In the end, Taehyung did manage to calm himself down.
Even though he was still nervous about drawing you into his canvas, feeling the weight from knowing how much of a big deal this would be for him personally, the need he felt to show you just how far he had grown out of his past self won over and he squashed his own nerves to be able to complete the painting.
As he carried on, slowly finishing the final strokes of colours on his work, he began to realise that there was something else brewing between the two of you, and it was spreading through the space around him.
There was no denying how the tension in the room had been so strong since he laid down the first stroke of paint across the canvas. At first, he had chalked it off as his nerves getting in the way, mixed with your own as this would be the first time for you to pose for him this way. Unlike the other times you had spent in his studio where he would simply instruct you to let loose, to enjoy your time and relax, as he enjoyed drawing sketches of you while you were doing all the mundane things that you loved to do while you were with him.
His studio has since been filled with rough sketches of your face, all with different expressions. Over the time, he had drawn your smile, your face when you were laughing, talking, or while you were just sitting down with your hair falling on the side of your face but you couldn't care less about tucking your hair behind your ear, as you were too focused in doing whatever it was that had held your attention to notice.
But he could also sense something passing between you each time his gaze met yours, or when he ran his eyes down your body to take in every curve, every shape that he wanted to commit into his painting. In place of the tension in the room which was starting to dissipate, there was a new spark that he could no longer ignore as it kept on growing, rising, becoming more intense as the room began to heat up as well.
Judging from the way you were starting to squirm in your seat each time he looked up at you, or when you bit your lips when you felt his eyes on you, Taehyung realised that you were perhaps feeling all the same things that he did.
Knowing how much he was affecting you with his gaze alone had given him a sense of pride. But he was also curious to know what was going on inside your head whenever your eyes came in contact with each other, to know the thoughts that may be running in your head when he noticed how your pupils kept on dilating each time you were lost in your head.
He had no idea how much time had passed, but you were following his instructions well by staying still in your position, no matter how much you seemed to be lost in your own world and how exhausted you should be for lying on your side the way you were. You were doing it so perfectly well that you didn't even budge when gravity took over, pulling the front of your robe down, exposing the swell of your breasts for his eyes to see at the top while the hem that fell beneath showed him the sight of your exposed thighs, and he had to try his hardest not to keep looking past the parted slit of your robe where it was obvious that you were completely bare beneath the silky cover.
