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o n e
You first meet him on the set of Blood, Sweat, and Tears. You’re standing there, contemplating your statue - your family’s statue - when he approaches you.
“Are you the sculptor?” You don’t jump, although he’s surprised you.
“One of them,” You reply, turning back to the statue as he steps up to join you. Indeed, it was a family affair, everyone taking different parts to culminate in this stone figure of a man, stooped at the waist onto one knee. Conceptualization, sketches, sculpting, aging - you were involved in every step. This statue holds a special place in your heart, and you’ll be damned if some boy band ruins it.
Jin seems to sense your apprehension about the statue’s presence. “I get to kiss it you know!”
You turn to look at him, an amused expression gracing your face as you give him a sculptor’s cursory once over (his face is turned to you too). “ I know.” He’s got stunningly broad shoulders, muscle distributed what looks to be pretty evenly over a tall frame, and a stereotypically pretty model face.
You let your eyes linger on his lips for a moment before beginning to walk away. “Tell me how its lips feel,” you toss casually over your shoulder when you’re halfway across the chamber-like room, sensing that he’s still by the statue. “We paid special attention to that part, since we knew that Kim Seokjin would be kissing it.”
You know he is still standing at the statue. You hope he is watching you go. You hope you brought a slow smile to his face.
t w o
His mouth is nothing like a statue’s.
What can you say? You grew up in a sculptor’s house, full of statues; you can’t be judged for having practiced kissing with some of the ones with especially realistic mouths.
Although, Jin does share one characteristic with them, sometimes, besides his stark, breathtaking beauty: there are moments where his mouth becomes, like the statues, hard and no longer pliant.
But unlike with stone, you are not the one pressing in, wishing for more; Seokjin himself is the one who leans in, teeth hard behind his lips, almost uncomfortable against your mouth, demanding more.
You are always more than willing to comply.
t h r e e
“Sculpt something that can do that.” He smiles triumphantly, and you make an attempt to slap him while holding back your giggles.
He likes doing this to you, loves it in fact. You’d swear that one of Seokjin’s greatest pleasures in life is making you so wet that it drips down your thighs. He loves the way it looks, glistening like it does, he loves the way it feels, slickness on your skin, even better when buttery on his fingers, as good as honey in his mouth.
And he knows damn good and well that no matter how much effort you put into it (after all, he’s argued multiple times before, aren’t dildos just a kind of sculpture?), nothing inanimate could ever bring you so much pleasure as he.
f o u r
The boys have all asked you to sculpt them before, of course. Jimin’s ass, Taehyung’s symmetrical features, Hoseok’s nose - don’t they all lend themselves to being brought to life in marble.
But no, you have to admit your greatest desire has always been to create something immortalizing your precious Seokjin.
You want to perfect his shoulders; you want to feel the slope of his neck from under your hands; you want to position the muscles in his legs in something beautiful and resilient, granite maybe; you want to appreciate his eyes, lips, nose, one-by-one as you pinch them into being beneath your fingers.
Yet at the same time, you know anything so still could never compare to the life and light that’s Seokjin.
f i v e
(Something else that you know would forever be lost in static rock: Seokjin, carnal.
Seokjin’s hair, colorful and matted against his forehead with sweat.
Seokjin’s gleaming, heaving chest in the afterglow.
Seokjin and the curve of his cock against his abdomen.
Seokjin’s back flushed pretty and red with your scratchmarks.
And Seokjin’s smile, soft and hazy after you’ve both come, slow and gentle quirk of his lips before they press gentle against yours, to seal off your desperate panting.
Seokjin, carnal.)
s i x
Seokjin says he loves you surprisingly rarely. You know the frequency has nothing to do with the reality of the statement, or how much he means it, in fact the infrequency speaks even more loudly.
The fact that he only whispers it to you, voice hoarse and reverent, after he’s managed to bring you to orgasm, never mind himself (it satisfies you to know that sometimes, those words leaving his lips will bring him over the edge too).
The times after award shows when they’ve won and Seokjin is crying - always crying, he always cries and you’re just thankful they’re happy tears - choking out how much he loves and appreciates you through sobs.
Your heart skips a beat remembering his tight hugs after you two haven’t seen each other in a while, and the way his mouth is buried in your hair when he utters his first in-person words in months, that chant of your name interspersed with “I love you”, happily trapped in his embrace.
He refuses to say it over text or over call, doesn’t typically say it out and about on dates, doesn’t say it when just alone with you cuddling, or holding hands backstage.
But that only makes it so that, instead of telling you, he shows you the rest of the time, and this way, you remember the times he does say it oh-so-well.
s e v e n
“Boys is truly a sculpture for the 21st century. In incorporating clearly different features of distinct males into one figure, it captures the essence of young men - all their variations and disparity, come together to make something of almost alien beauty. The quality of disjointedness in all parts of the statue translates into an unearthly elegance. There is an otherworldly aspect to its aura because of the ability for so many separately attractive parts to make up one startlingly attractive whole. Yet isn’t that the beauty of a boy? So many dichotomies and so much juxtaposition present in one body that one is not only intrigued, but impressed and drawn in by the final product.”
That was but a sampling of one of the many, many stellar reviews on your latest sculpture, entitled Boys. At first, you had debated on just creating a series containing one of each of them, but decided that would be too obvious. And anyways, male figures were kind of your thing, and you were only really comfortable asking Seokjin to pose for you naked. He made a damn good model too.
Beyond that though, you were very happy you had decided to bring in a little bit of each of them into a single final product. The disparity everyone talked about was due to the fact that you’d taken one feature of each of them to represent in smooth ____:
V’s exact sequence of ear piercings; Suga’s hands, elegant piano fingers still possessing some of the sturdy integrity of a man’s hands, with neatly trimmed nails; Jungkook’s long-lined neck and, in proportion, smaller head poised atop it; J-Hope’s facial structure, all elongated jawline and elegant chin; Rapmon’s limbs, tree-like in scope and seaweed-like in the appearance of ease of movement; Jimin’s torso, solid and stout (and you had not included chocolate abs, thank you very much); Jin’s… of course, shoulders.
“Why did you choose not to give him an actual face?” Seokjin inquires of you now. He’s come up behind you as you’re examining your own work, just like he did that very first time.
“Because,” you begin, and then pause to smile when he wraps his arms around you. “They say only the specific is universal, but I feel like if I’d put a face, that would be too specific.”
“Alienate part of your audience?” He says into your skin, and you nod. “Well, thank you,” he continues, pulling away. “For at least including my shoulders.” You’re beginning to giggle uncontrollably, and he captures your lips with his own - so very unlike a statue’s.