My Ideal Type Is Kang Taehyun | TaeGyu

The paintbrush glided against the canvas, leaving behind a sharp jawline. Beomgyu smiled in satisfaction. He used his fingertips to highlight certain parts of the face.

"What are you doing?" Taehyun propped up like a tiny squirrel, scaring the heck out of Beomgyu. He pouted when the older shrieked.

"Hey, you aren't allowed to see this yet!" Beomgyu pulled the curtain to cover up, preventing the younger from seeing it. "Go back to what you were doing, I'll show it to you when the time comes."

The younger glared with a pout before returning to the floor to play with his scattered candles and essential oil rollers. Beomgyu stifled a laugh at that.

Two days had passed since they'd been kissing each other freely, and Beomgyu had discovered that Taehyun was like a kitten; he liked attention, and sulked at loss but he'd never admit that. It was amusing, given that Taehyun was usually the calm and mature one between them. But Beomgyu would never complain because he and only he had the privilege to see this side of the younger. Even now, Beomgyu peeked by the side of his canvas to find Taehyun sulking. Oh, he needed to shower his kitten with love!

Drawing the curtain back to cover his painting, Beomgyu tip-toed behind the younger to backhug him.

"Yeobo—" Beomgyu was shut-off with a hand smearing a thick consistency against his lips, covering half of his face. Startled, the older blinked at Taehyun, finding him grinning mischievously. "Did you just...you... when did you...?

Taehyun giggled. "You did not notice me stealing some of your paint tubes, did you?" He fully turned to the older, now clutching his stomach to control his laughter because Beomgyu looked too funny with those greens and yellows around his cheeks.

"You—Heyy!"

Taehyun scurried away, giggling as Beomgyu ran behind to catch him. He went round the table, above the sofa, behind the curtain to dodge the older, succeeding every attempt until he had to stop to catch his breath.

"Hyung?" Taehyun paused, looking around. He came out of his hiding with a pout but Beomgyu was nowhere to be seen. "Hyung, where are—OH MY GOODNESS!!!!"

Taehyun let out a shrill yelp as a figure jumped on him from under the table, flipping them so he was pushed against the table, arms locking his wrists, body confining him. He looked up to meet the deep gaze that was enough for him to gasp, knees shaking.

"I see, you like playing with my paint huh?" Beomgyu rasped, "You've become a brat, haven't you!?"

"I—uhh hyung, oh my...NO!!" Taehyun struggled when Beomgyu rubbed his left cheek with his right one, sharing the mixture of different shades. "Hey, I'm sorry" He hissed as Beomgyu repeated the action with their other cheeks. "s–so cold."

The older jolted away, Taehyun looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. The noise Taehyun just made was not so innocent, and the younger knew it very well. Beomgyu smirked.

"H–Hyung," Taehyun gulped, "It's...gonna be dirty..."

"What is gonna be dirty?" Beomgyu nuzzled the side of the younger's head, hands letting go off his wrists to grip his thighs. Swiftly, he hoisted the younger and made him sit on the table, Taehyun's arms circling around his neck. His legs unintentionally kicked the oils he was playing with, spilling it all over.

They stared at each other for a few good seconds, allowing the tension to grow. Heat rose from Taehyun's stomach to his chest as Beomgyu's lips were getting closer, the subtle smell of acrylic mixed with their sweat and the fragrance around was hypnotic beyond reason. Taehyun parted his lips and almost instantly felt Beomgyu claiming his mouth, hungry and intense.