Lust | JJK ✔️

70- black dahlias

"Yn."

You hear a voice calling from afar.

"Yn, look at me."

You feel a sharp sting in your chest, which forces you to cough out a few times.

"Open your eyes, come on."

Your eyes flutter themselves open, and you slowly focus on what image forms in front of you right after.

"Did you sleep well?"  The voice asks you as you stare at the vast sky above you. There were woolly clouds scattered here and there, which looked like an aftermath of rainfall. The sun was bright, ready to deliver warmth after what seemed like an unobstructed downpour.

The ground beneath your body feels as dry as a bone, though. It doesn't seem to have been affected by the rain somehow.

Your thought is halted once the voice returns.

"You're still very sleepy, it seems." The voice releases a laugh now, which makes you grip onto your consciousness more as you struggle to sit up. Something's holding you back.

"I hope you had a good nap, because this afternoon seems well worthy of a stroll. Or maybe even a proper picnic out in the green grass." The masculine voice tells.

"The weather is homey."

You're only listening as a pale finger comes up to your forehead to remove a strand of hair hanging in front of your eyes. As it finishes the brief task and pulls away, you notice some colour stuck to the somewhat glow-ish skin.

Slowly your eyes divert, beginning to follow the path of the hand leaving your face and soon they meet a familiar face.

"Hey there," You hear Jungkook say before he extends both his hands to invite you into his embrace.

You shift your weight to your elbows first, eye contact with him never breaking until you're now balancing yourself on your hands, finally sitting up yourself.

He blinks into a warm smile, similar to the weather around you as you can't help but notice how his skin is translucent, almost like a ghost.

Before you know he's pulled you into a back hug as he rests his chin above your head, sometimes humming a short melody here and there.

"Are you comfortable?"

He asks, you nod a little.

"Yes; where are we, kook?"

"You slept too much it seems." He chuckles a bit. "We're at home, where else love?"

His arms clasp your body with affection, making you cling firmly to his frame as he cherishes you.

"Home...?" Your face scrunches as you look around yourself to only find an endless ground with many many flowers of a snow white colour, they look like roses to a degree but not completely. You have never seen these, not even in the royal garden which claims to have every species of flora to exist ever.

"You've never seen the spring season here, right? That's why you're finding this place different today."

He continues to pick out some grass particles from your hair lovingly, you can't help but dwell upon the odd red paint stuck to his shimmery skin.

"What's on your hand?" You ask.

"What's on my hand?" He keeps himself busy by now combing his fingers through your undone hair, you feel an ecstatic feeling waltz on every spot where he touches you.