❝I want to hold you close,
skin on skin and
let our heartbeats
have a coversation❞
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JEON JUNGKOOK × [F!] READER AU
CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT (🔞)
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Light screeching voices with low giggles were filled in this packed room. People were chuckling as they took a little sneak at their partners drawing vice versa.
Sweat rolled down my spine as my tongue was out while I was so concentrated on filling in the details of my drawing. With the final dark strokes with my new expensive set of pencils, I removed the pencil from the canvas as I looked at the art in front of me.
Two pairs of hands were pinned by a muscular hand while the soft hands underneath them were grabbing the silk sheets with urgency. I grinned as I looked at my sketch, satisfied with it I started packing up my stuff ready.
I took a glance at my drawing and an embarrassment struck me. What if someone sees this, this could come off very wrong and explicit too. Well, it was explicit....and i knew it but that didn't stop me from pouring your imagination on that canvas letting the whole world know how much of a freak I am.
Plus no one won't know right I am sitting at the ba—
"Ms. Y/n?"
Fuk my life
That same voice sent shivers down my spine a few days ago. I turned my head around sighing in defeat as I looked at the pair of doe eyes staring at mine.
We locked eyes as I looked at his dark orbs which had unspoken emotions in them but soon turned soft as I felt them getting closer until it was just a few inches away from mine.
Wait why is it so close—
Clearing someone's throat got me out of my thoughts as I looked at the face that was so close to mine and immediately grew flustered as I turned my head to the side trying to avoid him.
"Yes Mr. JeOn" I replied as I looked anywhere else but him. He chuckled as I heard him shuffling a bit until he was standing next to me looking straight at my drawing making my cheeks set up on fire.
Oh I am so dead
"This is a very beautiful drawing Ms. Y/n" He complimented as he stared at my drawing and smiled. "May I ask whose hands are these?" He asked as he once again looked at me, I was so lost in those warm orbs that anything that CaMe out of his mouth sounded nothing but useless babbles "y-yes?" I asked when he snapped his fingers in front of me.
"Yeah um, so what were you saying is that um yeah" He chuckled once again making my heart melt as to how cute he looked. "I am asking whose hands are these?" He asked and I was left bewildered, what was I supposed to say that it was one of my wildest fantasies when I was in 8th grade still not out of an eggshell?
"No one. Just pure imagination haha" I nervously laughed as my hand made these awkward gestures to prove me more idiotic than I am. I stopped laughing when I felt his presence very close to me.
