MR. PAINTER ||JUNGKOOK X READER||

9. Mr. Painter

Jungkook's POV

A hunger. It was uncontrollable the first time. When I saw the food. Their delicious aroma, so addicting, can never get away from it.

I must have gone crazy. For a long time I didn't feel this way towards humans. Humans have always been weak creatures. They could not live forever because they would face a cruel death.

So I don't use it unless it's an object. My job needs them, as the rest of my life depends on them. They are a source of motivation and inspiration. They have brought so many benefits since I knew what life is, and I had to live among them.

Like her now.

I had found her in a dirty alley while the heavy rain was pouring down her frail body. She might be dead, when the smell of her blood dripped from her body and flowed into the sewers. Magically she's alive, and now she was lying on the sofa in her beautiful white dress. I could see her cleavage. That beautiful body of hers, that gentle and soft expression on her face, it was as if she could never hurt someone. She had a natural tendencies.

I picked her dress according to her personality. White suits her a lot. Only that bruises make everything bad and sad on her. She has been suffering, but she didn't tell anyone and act tough all the time. Although I don't care about it, she has her issues and not letting anyone to be involved with it.

She close her eyes because I told her to. Her lips parting a little, as she breath from her nose and mouth, sighing and trying to relax her mind.

In the moment I done with the sketch, I get up and walking towards her. She's falling asleep. I kneel down in front of her and move her strands behind her ear. She move a little due to my touch. And my hands are always cold.

"It's better for you not to remember anything, little girl, your past is too dark to remember." I lift her body and carry her back to my bedroom.

Three days sleeping with her unconscious body makes me get used to the habit. I take care of her well using my own medicine.

She still sleeping peacefully when I placed her on the bed. Covering her with warm duvet and kisses her cheek. I leave the room to take a shower in another bedroom though I don't need to.

When I came back from the bathroom, I meant to bring her dinner, but when I opened the door, I found her standing in front of the window, looking out over the view of the Yukon River from the top of the hill. Her back is facing me, the window opens as a light breeze comes in, the wind gently ruffles her hair. She closed her eyes when I approached her and caught her smiling.

She is beautiful when she smiles. Her calm expression tickled my heart. Which is impossible because it's been a long time since I last felt love. I don't want to admit that uncomfortable feeling. I placed the tray on the table and walked over to him.

"Little girl, are you awake?" I ask, touching her head as she look at me. Still with the beautiful smile in her face.

"I heard the sound of water, I hope you don't mind if I open the window."

"Not at all, you can do whatever you want, my little girl, this is your home now." As I finished my words, she looked away and stared at the river again, smiling innocently as if she had never seen this sight before. The sun is setting soon, orange colour brightens up our features.

"Did I sleep when you paint me?" She ask without looking at me. But I look at her, she close her eyes and feel the warm if the sun.

"Yes."

My hand moving towards her face, I want her to look at me. I cupped her cheeks and she open her eyes, those beautiful hazel eyes hypnotize me.

"You hungry?" I ask softly. She smile.