Min Jungkook is a most high-paying multi-talented artist who want to find his inspiration. One day, he went to a his friends party and found his new inspiration. A blood-sucking Dhampir name Seokjin.
It was hot and intense, his plum lips banging of mine, making myself to turn.
"Please take me," He desperately said as he removed his top.
He bends onwards my face smirking, his caress on my shirt, cold palm turning making myself to whimper every touch he made. Suddenly, he snapped my shirt into piece, I can hear every button falling down to the hard tiles. I watch and wait on his next action. I let him caress my body by his cold hands, so warm and pure of lust. Furthermore, I guess, he only did that.
I can feel again the lust all over y body as he's riding above me.
All I do is to watch him, riding above me. I attempt to remove his clothes, but, he refuse.
"You shoudn't see those, use your imagination." His tone was melodic, a music into my ears. "As for now, let me feels you until you ravish into me."
The sounds of skin slapping and moans is the only sound of the silent night underneath. Swear spontaneously out of both of us, still, the pleasure couldn't stop. He's back for my inspiration. I groan to release my stress. All this time, my stress about y work and career even our financial status rampaging and onslaughts my mind, and he is here.
I release everything from here... . . . . . . . .
"Kookie..."
His voice again, so deep like a bottomless hell.
"Kookie..."
Who's Cookie?
Is he referring for an actual cookie or a person name Cookie?
"Kookie no,"
I heard a people shouting and a torch all around the forest.
I was running into the grassy field handling a baby into my arms, this man holding my hands running to the flaming torches chasing us.
Then, suddenly I call his name...
"Vante..."
. . . .
I jolted into my bed panting out of my life. this past days, I had some random dream about something and...
Who's Vante?
. . . . . .
I cannot see a damn thing, I can only feel is the tingle point in my skin, referring for the plant. I fell on the water that woke up.
"What was that?" I gasped from my nightmare. I shift my head to the person beside me.
"He's still here." I sigh contented, he didn't leave me.
I turn my head to the figure next to me, his back facing where his thin muscular back and many scar sign of many battles; he faced.
He's so calm and peaceful. The shift his face into mine, I view his plump lips, smooth pale skin and especially his thick beautiful dark lashes. I smile and tuck his hair strand, instantly his calm caramel eyes met to mine. I remember when the first, I met him. Likewise, I see a red crimson blood eyes. That make my inspiration to make a new piece.
"Poor thing," I whispered.
I wake up and decide to order a food, my inspiration struck on. I immediately went to my art room. Not only that, but I start to paint the dream and the inspiration.
I felt so complete to inspiration in a matter of a minute which time, I cannot count. My art piece already finished, I was so happy inside, seeing a great art make my heart full of satisfaction.
"You already finish?" A sweet voice greet behind as he wrapped his arms around my waist, leaning his head to my clavicle.
"Did you love it?" I turn my head into him, watching a small smile forming into his plump lips.
"It's so beautiful, is that me?" He pointed.
"Yes, exchange of my blood," I kiss his forehead. "You'll become my inspiration, see." He glanced again to my painting. He looked the picture intently.
"Yes, it's beautiful, but, something is not complete." He bit his finger, releasing a small amount of blood, the pinpoint the lips of his picture. When the blood hit to the painting, automatically, the picture become a form beautiful to an ethereal piece. I brushed the blood alive by the stroke of the paint brush. I was so amazed to the result.
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"This is so astonish, Jungkook." beyond happy form satisfactory. My inspiration return again.
" At least, this would help from our problem." I asked along a gloom in my voice despite the happiness to the result of the art, still, my mind linger to our financial status especially the land that both of our ancestor will be gone.
"Don't worry, Jungkook. My father willing to help. The Min and the Kim are a family friend, a long time ago, and I hope father will never forget about that." Namjoon hung pats my back, even thought, I want to forget my feelings towards Namjoon Hyung, his touch and appreciate will never erase into my heart.
"Thank you, Namjoon Hyung. Tell to Mr. Kim my gratitude." I smile at him.
"Jagiya, Jungkook!" A familiar called caught our attention,
"Jagiya," I thought.
"My little mochi, how are you?" Namjoon beam as he kisses Jimin Hyung forehead, but, something weird on Jimin Hyung's body.
"Hyung, I guess, Namjoon Hyung is a good fiancé. Your becoming fat." I joke, I know Jimin Hyung will throw his shoes at me. I dodge his bag, I really knew it.
"Stop calling me, fat or else you'll be facing my wrath." Jimin fume on anger like he has a period, Namjoon Hyung giggle on his action.
"Jagiya, don't listen to him, for me. You're the sexiest and cutest of all." Namjoon try to calm the nerves of Jimin Hyung. I laughed, once he pouted and then. I noticed a sketch of man, he really looked indistinguishable as I saw this before, I try to look closer to the sketch.
'Wait, this is impossible..."
I felt a presence behind me which I know Namjoon Hyung.
"Namjoon Hyung, who is the man in the sketch." I pointed the drawing in the wall.
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He smiled and turn his head on the picture.
"Oh, the man in the picture is Renoir. He is my great-grandfather."
