*Two months ago, you moved in with your roommate, an artist. Jimin was an author and a painter, the would doends his days in the painting room of your house. You had read a few of his books, they were freaky, good freaky. He was certainly talented. *

One night, you walk into his painting room, loud music playing, Jimin was painting on a large canvas, he was covered in spots of paint, so we're the walls and floor. Jimin finally noticed you. "Hey, wanna help me paint?" Jimin offered his paintbrush to you, a navy blue paint dripping off of it as you stroked a few lines on the canvas. He smiled, he looked back at a table with a laptop on it, covered with paint spots. "I'm working on my book, but I need to write some scene, but I need to actually live it first, could you help a bit?" Jimin bit his bottom lip, looking at you flirtyly.