Transcendence.

Chapter 2. Contact.

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Two weeks had passed since the last time Jungkook had seen the beautiful, mysterious boy. He'd looked all over the college campus for him, but couldn't seem to find him anywhere, nor did any of his peers recollect ever setting eyes on such a beauty as he was describing.

Maybe he did imagine him.

A trick of the light maybe? 

Or maybe he's just really in need of a lay..

Relaxing with his back against the trunk of the cherry blossom tree, sketch book in his lap, with his face turned up to bathe in the soft warmth of the sun, as it's mellow light cast delicate shadows across his perfect features. He took deep and steady breaths, his lungs fit to burst with the sweet fragrant perfume of the tree's blossoms. He'd always adored their lightness and sitting beneath them now had a feeling of inner peace settling warmly in his chest.

"You really like my cherry tree, huh?" a soft deep voice asked, breaking the silence in the most delightful way.

Jungkook opened his eyes with a start at the timbre of that voice, his heart racing oddly at the cadence of the beautifully baritone flow. His eyes widened in a mixture of mild shock and unmitigated pleasure, his pupils dilating from the smallest pin pricks of black, to an ever expanding chasm of dark velvet, filled with a whirlwind galaxy of stars, when they alighted on the face of his mystery man. The impact of those delightful chocolate orbs tying his stomach in knots, small snake like feelings of pleasure slowly, deliberately wound themselves through, tugging at the muscles and making his whole body tremble as their gazes transitioned from one of soft, sweet innocence awe, to blatantly hard, not so innocent stares.

Holy moley...

Someone coughed,

Someone chuckled lightly..

"You're real.." Jungkook uttered softly, after a time, his voice barely above the softest whisper.

The dark, shaggy haired stranger's lips lifted in the softest of smiles as he approached the boy on the grass who hastily, albeit elegantly, scrambled to stand upright, the sketch book slipping from his grasp to land untidily at his feet. 

Jungkook wiped his suddenly sweating palms on the soft material of his black school pants, mentally cursing himself at his reaction to this god like creature, he always somehow made him feel he was at a disadvantage, like he was forever unable to control himself.

What the hell?

"I'm sorry?" the stranger asked, his plump lips curved, once again in a sweet but fleeting smile as he pushed his hands into the pockets of his white pants, his deep dark chocolate eyes serenely observed the other's slightly uneasy looking expression.

Jungkook swallowed softly, his heart racing as he stared, still a little stupefied at this ethereal being in front of him.
The way the sun's rays peeked through the tree branches, abundantly loaded with heavily fragranced, pink blossoms, and washed his pale face with small, dark, dancing shadows.
The soft breeze stirred and rippled the loose white shirt that he wore, outlining his slender but obviously toned upper body, it's uplifting trajectory ruffling the shaggy strands of his jet black hair to dance in it's teasing music as the sun's glow brought it's dark brilliance to life. He looked like an angel.

An angel all in white.

Perfect.

Mesmerising.