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Sometimes, Jungkook feels like the biggest idiot on planet earth. Forgetting about a very important, fast-approaching project deadline happens to be one of those moments.
What sucks more than that is that he was tasked to do something in a medium far from what he usually does (oil pastel), but now that he has very little time to prepare, he also needs something that won’t take him more than 24 hours to complete.
He bites on his lip, pacing around the empty art studio with his hands on his hips. His buddy Eunwoo does a lot of body art, he thinks… he’s always said that it’s pretty snappy. Not that Eunwoo doesn’t spend time on his craft, just that the simpler pieces take significantly less time to do than anything else Jungkook’s tried (with the added benefit of being in a medium wholly different to his go-to).
If he can pull this off, Jungkook will be one step closer to not failing his midterm.
“Aish, fuck it,” he mutters, striding across the room to the dirty white plastic table stacked with his art supplies, picking up his phone with a concentrated furrow in his brow as he dials Y/N’s number from his Favorites list before bringing his phone up to his ear, anxiously chewing on his thumb.
She picks up on the fourth ring. “ Kook-ah? ”
“Y/N.” He automatically smiles at the sound of her voice. “Hey,” he sighs, “sorry for calling you so late—“
“ Not at all, Kook. What’s up? ”
“Are you busy right now?”
“No…?” She pauses a moment. “Why? Did you need something?”
Jungkook sighs into the other line, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah... Can you come to the studio?”
“ The one on-campus? ”
“어…”
“ Sure. I’ll be there in five. ”
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“What haven’t you done?” Y/N asks as soon as she steps through the threshold, a teasing smile on her lips.
She throws a plastic bag filled with snacks beneath the table, the plastic inside crinkling on impact as she takes a seat on top.
“A project,” Jungkook laughs, hoping she doesn’t hear its nervous crack.
“How much’s it worth?”
“Like… half my grade.”
“ Jung kook—“
“I know . I know, I’m sorry.”
She laughs, not unkindly. “What’re you apologizing to me for? It’s your grade.”
“I know,” he mumbles, running his palm over his face with a sigh. “I don’t know. I don’t like disappointing people.”
He looks at her with a pitiful smile. “You especially…”
Y/N’s brows furrow as she hops off the table to hold his hands, coaxing his gaze up with an encouraging tug. “I’m not disappointed, Kook.”
He nods noncommittally, tonguing at his lip ring while staring at their intertwined hands instead of her soft smile.
“What can I do to help?” she asks then, running her thumb over the back of his tattooed hand.
“Actually,” he sighs, “that’s why I called you.”
“Oh?” she asks, a smirk tugging at her lips.
Jungkook clears his throat and lets go of Y/N’s hands to show her the large tubes of acrylic paint he stole from Eunwoo’s work station. “I was hoping you’d model for me.”
Y/N’s eyes widen to the size of saucers, her lips parting in a surprised o -shape that makes Jungkook’s heart flutter. “M-model? For you?”
He smiles. “Yeah,” he says, “for me. You know how Eunwoo does body art?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, I needed to do something different for this project, and body art seemed like it’d be the fastest and most efficient option, so…” He laughs awkwardly, tapping the tube of yellow paint against his thigh. “Here we are.”
“Doesn’t Eunwoo usually hire models?” Y/N asks.
“Well, yeah , but…” Jungkook shrugs. “I figured you’d be willing to help a guy out.”
Y/N snorts, rolling her eyes with a growing smirk that makes Jungkook’s stomach twist. “You’re lucky you’re right, Wolfie.”
He scrunches his nose at the nickname, nevertheless feeling a massive weight lift off his shoulders when Y/N giggles and punches him in the arm, walking to the centre of the room with a happy smile.
“How do we do this?” she asks.
Jungkook hums thoughtfully, imagining how he’ll transfer the rough sketch he came up with while waiting for Y/N to arrive from the scrappy piece of paper he’d had lying around onto her skin.
“I’m not entirely sure,” he mumbles distractedly, sucking air in through his teeth as he finally settles on going greyscale, lining up the handful of paint tubes from lightest to darkest, turning to the side to grab different sized brushes and a plastic cup of water. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Obviously,” Y/N says, smiling at him when he turns around to give her a deadpan look. “Can I help?” she then asks, standing over his shoulder.
“Uhh…” He turns to her, suppressing his urge to scent her and instead wracks his brain for something for her to do. “Oh, why don’t you get some of that plastic covering there against the wall and lay it down on the floor for me?”
“Where?” She eagerly grabs a clean roll and struts determinedly to the middle of Jungkook’s work area. “In the middle?”
“Yeah, there’s fine.”
“Why on the floor though? Also, does it matter? The floor’s just as paint-ridden as every other surface in this room.” Y/N laughs as she smooths the plastic crinkles out, ensuring it’s flat against the floor.
“It’s so you don’t get dirty,” Jungkook mutters, squeezing small amounts of paint onto his palette before grabbing his brushes and making his way over to where Y/N is now standing confused in the middle of the room.
“What do you mean?” she asks suspiciously, watching as Jungkook slowly crouches to put down the brushes and palette before going back to the desk to grab his water and set it down alongside his other tools.
“You’ll have to lay down on your stomach,” he says, laughing at the deadpan look she gives him. “What can I say? Your back is the perfect substitute for a canvas.”
Y/N sighs dramatically, getting down on her hands and knees with an old-man groan that makes Jungkook grin.
When Y/N sits back on her haunches and turns to look at him with a slight furrow in her brow, his grin dilutes only a little bit. “What is it?”
“I need to take my shirt off, don’t I?”
Well, shit.
“Uh…” Jungkook, also on his haunches, feels like an idiot as he gapes at her, trying to wrap his head around his current situation. “Well, yeah .”
He has to internally yell at his wolf to shut the fuck up . “You’ll have to take off your bra, too.”
Y/N’s eyes widen, and Jungkook hastily backtracks. “The strap’s gonna get in the way of the painting,” he explains, “so unless you’re fine with me painting over it…”
She bites down on her lip, nervously fiddling with her fingers in a way that makes Jungkook frown. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Y/N. If you’re uncomfortable I can just paint over your shirt—“
She pulls a scandalized face. “No! This is my, like” —she tugs at the hem of her shirt, looking down at the Harley Quinn illustration with a furrow in her brow— “second favorite shirt.”
“Which one’s your favorite?” he asks, a little confused.
“The one with your face on it,” Y/N says with an evil grin, cackling when Jungkook deadpans at her.
Of course she’d like that one.
“Seriously though. You don’t have to,” Jungkook reassures her again, his palms flat against his thighs.
Y/N searches his face for a second before shaking her head. “It’s okay,” she says. “I can do it.”
Jungkook checks her face for any sign of hesitation before he nods and turns his head to the side, last-minute turning back to stop her. “Here.”
He tugs his shirt off and lays it down in front of her, spreading it a little before sitting back again. He clears his throat at the way Y/N’s eyes roam over his body, heat crawling up his back at the sensation.
“So you can lay down on it,” he explains hoarsely, clearing his throat again as he turns away, squeezing his eyes shut.
She whispers a thank you under her breath, the room turning dead-silent as Jungkook’s ears hone in on the sound of rustling fabric and a bra-clip being unhooked.
“‘M done, Kook-ah.”
Jungkook takes a deep breath, praying to whatever god is out there to help him be normal about this in ways he knows he’d be otherwise incapable of.
The moment he opens his eyes, all thought of normality flies out his brain like someone opened it up, called it empty and yeet ed it across the room.
Y/N’s back is strangely ethereal.
Prominent shoulder blades guide his eyes down her spine, his eyes drinking in the valley of smooth skin like a starved animal.
The only thing that snaps him out of it is the sudden and very intense urge to lick her. (He blames his wolf and refuses to take accountability.)
Shaking his head on right, Jungkook hurries to shuffle closer, his legs tingling from disuse.
“So…” Y/N starts, clearly trying to fill the silence. “What are you painting?”
Jungkook laughs a little, grabbing the thickest brush he has and lathering it in titanium white, shifting close enough for his knees to touch Y/N’s sides. “I dunno if I should tell you.”
“What?” she whines. “Why?”
“Because you’ll make fun of me,” he says pettily, whispering a warning under his breath before setting the tip of his brush to her skin.
Y/N gasps at the sudden cold. Jungkook watches her with a tiny smile, waiting for her to relax her shoulders before he continues lathering paint on in the faint shape of a box.
“Just tell me.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Jung kook ~” she whines, pulling a laugh from his throat with barely any effort at all.
He snickers as he shakes his head, finishing up the background before swirling the brush around in his water, grabbing a separate, thinner brush and dipping it in a blob of wet concrete-grey paint. “I’m drawing us .”
“Aww,” she squeals, giggling when Jungkook over dramatically sighs at her antics. “That’s super cute and all, Kook, but aren’t you supposed to be doing something different? You draw portraits of us all the time.”
“I know,” he says, tongue sticking concentratedly out the corner of his mouth. “That’s why I’m drawing us as animals.”
She gasps loudly. “Really!? Are you finally doing another Wolf-Y/N drawing?”
“I should keep that in mind for next time,” he chuckles. “But no, I’m making you a rabbit.”
“Of course you are,” she whispers, though Jungkook can’t help but think he hears a note of fondness in her voice. “So, what? You’re the big bad wolf, then?”
“Since when was I bad?” Jungkook scoffs.
“I dunno. Since you started slacking on your school work.”
“It’s one time!”
“It’s worth half your grade!”
Jungkook pouts, humphing. “Whatever. It’s a cute painting.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. My wolf’s tail’s all curled up ‘round you… you’re all sleepy, ‘n’ stuff,” he mumbles.
Jungkook swears he hears a smile in Y/N’s voice as she says, “That is pretty cute.”
“Yeah…”
Their conversation trails off as Jungkook focuses on his work, gradually laying out the groundwork for the line art.
When he finally starts working on it, though, he mumbles a short apology before swinging a leg over Y/N’s ass, straddling her lower back so he’s centered.
“You okay?” he asks, trying to keep his weight off her back.
“Yeah, ‘m fine.”
“Don’t need a break?”
“I’m fine , Kook. You can keep going.”
Jungkook clears his throat, mentally swatting the dirty thoughts away as he leans down to start on the line art, using his wrist to keep his hand steady as he uses his arm to keep his lines smooth and at an even thickness level.
“Would you have gotten someone else?”
“What?” Jungkook asks, leaning back to get a better view of his piece, but also to try and shake off the feeling of your skin on his palm.
“If I said I couldn’t make it, would you have gotten someone else to model for you?” Y/N asks, trying (and failing) to keep her voice neutral and nonchalant.
“No,” he says. “I don’t think I would have.”
“Why not?” she whispers, her heart beating a little louder in her chest.
Jungkook shrugs even though she can’t see. “I dunno. This feels too… intimate , to do with anyone else,” he admits, leaning back down to finish up the bunny’s line work so he can move on to the smaller details.
She hums softly, the vibration tangible against Jungkook’s hand. He’s been so hyper-focused on every little feel, he barely has time to register what he’s doing before he finds himself with his nose pressed to the back of Y/N’s neck.
“Kook-ah?” she whispers, a shiver running down her spine as Jungkook huffs out against her skin, hot all over and a little dizzy.
“Sorry, bunny,” he mumbles, squeezing his eyes shut. “You smell nice.”
She giggles, and Jungkook relishes in the wave of oxytocin that blasts him right in the face.
“You know, sometimes it’s like you can’t go thirty minutes without doing something to remind me you’re part dog.”
“I’m not a dog ,” Jungkook grumbles, unaware of the slight growl in his voice as he takes another whiff of Y/N’s scent, letting it wash over him.
She shivers again, and that seems to be adequate enough for his wolf to let Jungkook pull away again. He mumbles an apology as he brushes her hair over her shoulder, sitting up straight and taking a moment to breathe deeply.
“You smell nice too, by the way.”
Jungkook laughs a little, wiping off a small smudge of paint as he finally stands to grab the digital camera he keeps for the moments when he wants to capture something he’s made for later review, wiping his paint-stained hands down on his pants.
“Is that so?” he teases lightly, telling Y/N to stay still as he stands over her, lining up the shot and taking a couple before he finally gives her the okay.
“You have a really nice smell,” she explains almost defensively, pulling her shirt back on while Jungkook’s back is to her. “You smell like… like rain, and that vanilla laundry detergent you like so much.”
She bends to grab and then throw Jungkook’s shirt at him, smiling as he leans back against the table with a smile of his own.
“I’m glad you think it’s nice,” he says, not bothering to hide the smugness to his tone but hoping she can’t tell with some kind of best friend magic that her liking the way he smells can also be interpreted as a (as she would call it,) “wolfy” thing.
Doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter , he drills to himself.
“Whatever. You took pictures?” She stands next to him.
“Mm. I’ll give you a copy once I get them printed.”
She smiles. “Thanks.”
“‘Course, bunny.”
Rolling her eyes, Y/N stands on the tips of her toes to wrap an arm around Jungkook’s shoulders, guiding him out the door with a strength and determination that surprises him.
“Now,” she says, “let’s get fucked . I know a great place like, down the road from here.”