"Hyung, come do something with me, I'm bored." Jimin whined, pouting in Yoongi's direction.

"What do you want me to do?" Yoongi asked, looking up from his phone.

"I don't know! Paint me like one of your French girls." Jimin teased, flopping against the couch. Yoongi raised a brow.

"You want me to paint you...naked." Yoongi said, eyeing his boyfriend. Jimin shrugged.

"Would you?"

"Do you want me to?"

"I don't know." Jimin said, suddenly shrinking into himself. "I'm not really that confident with my body."

"Baby, it's nothing I haven't seen before." Yoongi pointed out, and Jimin sighed, looming at him.

"I know. But this is different. I would have to stand there, with you watching me."

"So? I think you're beautiful. You're so pretty."

Jimin blushed.

"What did I do to deserve you, Hyung."

Yoongi chuckled, the deep laughter, echoing throughout the living room. He stood up and padded over to where Jimin was, and crawling up on top of him.

"I love you." Yoongi breathed. "You make me so happy."

"You make me happy to Hyung. I'm glad you started talking to me."

"So am I."