Chapter 37 - Broken

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Fingers skillfully moving the paint brush, the white strokes over the still not dried black paint combining it into a light grey shade giving it more realistic look.

Jungkook's finger movement was extremely careful yet light, the way the thin bristles coated in white paint moving around the previously coated black paint on the canvas leaving a thin trail of white getting turned into grey satisfied him.

Serenity he felt when he inhaled the aroma of the paint, surely it wasn't the best scent but for him it was better than inhaling any other scents in this world.

Dipping the paint brush in the water cup placed on the table besides him, he picked up a brush with thick bristle bunch and dipped it into the purple colour he had squeezed out previously on his palate that was held between his fingers.

Working efficiently he circled around the two white spots which were left blank before, he squinted his eyes trying to focus as much as he could.

His eyes flickered to the window which was covered by the curtains still the sheer line of sunlight passing right between the gap reflected on his canvas.

Getting his attention back he let the paint brush between his fingers drop on the floor. He glanced around not founding an appropriate brush, deciding that his fingers would do.

Dipping his fingers in the black paint he softly stroked around the painted his movements being ever so carefull.

Once done he backed away looking at the canvas which was previously blank now all coloured with a wolf— his inner wolf, his bestfriend Justin.

No one would ever have the kind of bond he has with Justin, he loves Justin more than anything enough to give himself up for the sake of his wolf. He sat down on the floor looking up at his painting it was still a bit moist a silly mistake and it might be ruined.

He was very much concious when he had shifted into his wolf form, his limbs still seemed to ache from the sudden shifting looking down at his paint covered fingers he couldn't believe they were huge black paws a night before.

A few things did made him think a lot, he wasn't an alpha as he believed he was. When tried to ask Justin about it his wolf never answered, it had never happened before whatever or however pissed his wolf might be, Justin always answered all his questions.

It felt way more empty when he couldn't hear Justin's voice echoing around his mind, his inner self felt too empty, the thought of losing Justin scared him, he doesn't want to focus on anything other than his wolf.

'Justin? My wolfie are you okay?'

He called out for his wolf maybe his wolf would answer this time...

But Justin didn't, his alpha— trueblood wolf didn't answer him once again his question went unanswered.

Taking a deep breath filling his lungs with the scent of paint lingering around he again glanced at the portrait he had painted, it took him seven hours straight not even a minute of resting he just kept doing it.

How happy Justin looked in the portrait, it was when the wolf was staring at himself in the mirror, with tougue lulled out in excitement, his purple irises holding happiness, shining under lights.

He was a trueblood, a trueblood didn't exist anymore the last one existed five hundred years ago according to the history books he had read.

His parents who he definitely assumed as his parents weren't actually his parents, not biological parents atleast.

Been lied to all his life, his whole seventeen years of life he has been living a lie.

It frustrated him to the core, making him bunch his fingers together in a tight fist.

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