Jungkook Imagines

Reassurance

There were times when you both cuddled up in bed for some time. Or even became intimate.

Those times when you had gone out with him.

The surprise dinner dates.

The walks along the beach.

The silly jokes and the late movie marathons.

The ways you both made a mess in the kitchen when cooking together. And how most of them changed into makeout sessions and led to another.

The small flirty glances he gave you then and there when you were at Uni.

The ways he held your hand as you walked together.

His possessiveness on you.

His glare on the boys who even looked at you.

The sudden kisses, back hugs, and favorite drinks.

All these memories ran in your head causing your eyes to sting. Your eyes welled up, tears threatening to fall as your ran light strokes on the canvas. You were majoring in arts.

Art was something that made you breathe with a different kind of happiness. It allowed you to pour your feelings out as you drew. Drawing on a canvas reflected your unspoken words and feelings. It allowed you to express yourself. A sad smile played on your lips as your hands gently moved on the canvas. Stroking gentle, elegant lines as you drew on a memory of your life. You wanted it to be something to smile at but tears rolled down your cheeks.

 Indifferently your black strokes on the white canvas would have surprised many people. Because that was your way of drawing. You poured out your feelings so in return your finishing work was able to outstand the others. 

There were different artist and their ways of expressing and reflecting: a feeling, a memory, or even a loss. Yours was bringing things to life. You had a realistic art ability. You didn't have to work hard. You didn't try to make your work perfect. But let them stand out as imperfect yet flawless beauties. A sigh escaped your lips as you put the heavy shading pencil down and breathed out looking at your masterpiece. A smile grew on your lips as a lone tear rolled off your eyes.

It made you question if you were too sensitive or were you too greedy.

The blue ocean depths shined as the hue of colored dim rays of sunset touched the room and everything in it. Your finger slightly caresses the drawing carefully to not ruin it. The sudden 'ting' in the silent space had brought you back to reality. Your soul was mesmerized by the doe eyes which looked at right you. Tears fell easily and you didn't stop.

You missed him.

So much that you could do nothing but cry.

You were worried so much.

That you were almost pale.