"Then see me with your hands and your lips and tell me how beautiful I am", Jungkook whispers to his blind boyfriend.
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This story is warm and cozy and also hella sexy. A plot like you have never read before! Also deals with emotional conflict and...
I have been touched by more men than I can count and I have been touched in ways I can't describe but that touch was simple and not-at-all sexual that sent a shiver down my spine and made me feel butterflies in the tummy for the first time ever since my first kiss. Is it strange that having slept with so many people, I never felt those butterflies people talk about? And when I feel it for the first time, it's a moment like this? A completely non-romantic platonic one?
When he touched my face, I felt those tingles and hear me out, there is no science to it. I didn't understand why. I had spent the last week in pubs, indulging in drinks and boys. Any boy but Sean. I didn't talk to him after the incident in my bedroom. I told him I needed a break and we weren't dating currently. I would just get drunk and let a random hot dude at the pub fuck me. I will be honest, it felt so nice. It felt normal. That was me. It has been me for a long long time and my 'normal' had no place for Taehyung in it.
It took me a whole week before I decided to drop by his place because I found myself humming the music he played for me. I wanted to hear that again and I wanted to learn that so I could play it for myself when I wanted to. So here I was, sitting right beside Taehyung on the couch with his hands on my face. There was nothing sexual about his touch but yet there were butterflies. It was weird. All the man wanted to do was figure out what I look like and what he ended up doing is send my heart into a frenzy. When his fingers landed on my lips, I had to fight the urge to kiss. To kiss his fingers, to kiss him. But no, he wasn't interested and I was not going to do something this stupid again.
"You are prettier than I imagined you to be", he said and OHMYGOD, did he just-
"Huh?", was all that escaped my mouth.
"I just meant you have a pretty face", he said in damage control and well, sure. Whatever you say.
After he was done feeling my face, he grabbed the canvas from the table in front and his set of coloured pencils. He placed the set on table and felt through his way to a particular pencil, as if counting from left to know the colour he wanted.
"This is the shade of your skin right?", he asked and I nodded, getting curious to discover what he was about to draw.
"Are you nodding again, Jungkook?", he chuckled.
"No- yes- I mean- yes that's my shade. Sorry", this man could make me stutter and for what?
I watched as he scribbled on the little canvas drawing what looked very similar to my eyes and how the fuck could he just-.
"What's the colour of your eyes?", he asked.
"Dark brown. I have pretty big dark orbs by the way", I added.
"I see", he smiled.
"Of course you do", that made me laugh.
"You are mocking the blind man now, boy", he raised an eyebrow as he teased me.
"Who says only the blind man can crack blind jokes?", I asked and the both of us cackled at that.
I went back to watching him scribble away and feeling his way to the right colour in the set.
"So if someone messes up the sequence of the colors here, you will mess up too. Right?", I asked before my brain could stop myself.
"Yes, the sequence is the only way I know which colour is where. I have my limitations. Are you getting any evil ideas?", he chuckled bashfully.
"Oh no, ofcourse not" I was actually very impressed as I watched him slowly draw what looked like my face. "Wow, you are so talented. I cannot even draw an apple properly and I see apples every morning on my breakfast table."
"I used to sketch people's faces for fun before I lost my eyesight. It took me two years to grab a pencil again. I was just so disheartened", he casually shared as his pencil does his job.
"I am not sure how rude of a question it is so feel free to not answer but how did it happen? How did you lose your eyesight?", I asked when my curiosity took over me.
"It was 4 years ago, a few hours before Areum was born and I lost my wife in childbirth", he shared and suddenly his pencil stopped working as it was carefully placed back on the table.
"Areum's mother and I were in an accident. It was hit and run. She was in the last leg of her pregnancy and this drunk truck driver was about to drive over the both of us. Luckily, I was able to push her out of the way before the truck hit me. That sudden jerk led her into an early labour and she delivered Areum a few hours later and died in the process. And as for me, I survived but I never saw again", he told with a sigh and my heart felt this sudden ache that I cannot describe.
"Wait-", I blurted out when a realisation hit me. Areum's birthday, as Taehyung had mentioned before was last week. Was that the day he lost his eyesight 4 years ago?
"Yeah, it was last week. Her birthday", he smiled understanding my confusion.
"And yet you celebrate it? The day you lost your eyes and your wife?", I asked in desperate confusion.
"No, I celebrate the day I found a reason to keep living despite losing my wife and my eyes", he smiled again. How could a man be this strong?
"Despite everything that happened on that unfateful night, my daughter deserves to be celebrated. Doesn't she?", He grinned like the proud father he was.
"She does. She is an adorable kid", I smiled back. I wanted to hug him. I wanted to hold him and tell him I had never met a man stronger than him but I fought the urge. This wasn't the man I wanted to mess around with. This wasn't one of those guys I meet in the pub. He was different and respectfully so.
"You should meet her sometime", He said, "she is too smart for her age" He chuckled before picking up the pencil again, a few more minutes before he handed me the canvas.
"Does this look anything like you?", he asked nervously and I couldn't bring myself to say anything as I stared at my portrait which stared back at me.
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"This..this looks exactly like me. HOW?!"
"I told you. I see with my hands", he chuckled. "You can keep this. And I think we should get back to why we are here. Music, not art."
"How many things are you good at?", I asked in my bewilderment.
"Not enough, Jungkook. Not enough", he said before pressing his lips together as if he was apologetic of something.
We went back to the piano and he taught me some more before our hour was done.
"Can I come back tomorrow?", I asked. I really hoped I could.
"Ofcourse you can", he showed me his warm smile. The same smile I have been crushing on for days now but you know what? He doesn't realise this but he went from my crush to the guy who was simply too good for me today. I could never be good enough for this man who had seen life at his worst and was dealing with it so fiercely yet gracefully. I would never be good enough for Taehyung as a man who runs back to my escape of sex and boys at the slightest inconvenience.
___ Some of you dm'ed me to ask how a blind guy could sketch. I want you to google 'John Bramblitt', the blind painter and see for yourself. Please don't forget to vote and comment if you like what I write ♡
