Rei | Jungkook♡

Passion of the Night

He can no longer hide the excitement he has inside. He drives like he's flying eager to see you. He doesn't mind knowing if you're still with that man but he typed in your name and hit the call button.

"Hello" he heard your voice as you answer his call.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"Where are you right now?" he asked again.

"Home? Why?" you replied.

"I'll be there" then he hung up.

The universe doesn't give you want you ask, you cried many tears, you are hurt for many reasons, as with your soul was dyed with the color of your thoughts. It's so powerful, that can create a shadow that plays part in your emotion controlling your actions. Our thoughts are as unfathomable as the universe, the only limitation is if you set something in your head and got stuck from there. The only way to escape is by creating an image in your brain and allow the neurons sends signals through your body meeting in one part and that is your hand. The story behind every abstract you painted and ideas you sketched came from your vast imagination created by your emotions. Every picture has its story luring every audience to wonder what can it be, attracting them to solved the mystery of an image and pleased them once they cracked it, by letting them feel how you felt when you formed these arts. Its fulfilling, reading every comment and receiving messages from unknown individuals appreciating your work. Their words, inspires you.

It's already late night when you received call from Jungkook. Your thoughts are again working like a processor in a computer crippling your ability to think straight. Too many notions coming up that stopped you from a dot your stylus shaped. You're like a cat on a hot brick, his last word makes you feel restless. You hurriedly run when you hear your door bell. You checked the camera to see if that person is that one you are anticipating to come. Before you open the door, you blow a deep sigh through your mouth to calm yourself from panting.

When you open the door, your eyes were stuck into his. He looks into your eye and yet you feel it so deep in which your mind or your heart may flutter, it causes you to feel that he is so powerful that really do something in you. You felt something strange that is coming from nowhere but you can feel it deeply. It weakens the strong soul you try to build before you face him. Your jealous angry eye turned soft and nervous. The rehearsed questions you prepared in your head were erased and you have forgotten about the sight you are freely giving him. He, on the other hand, was staggered to see in your house dress sweater long enough to cover your behind in messy bun wearing a round eye glasses you used when working at home. Just this sight of you turns him on.

"Can I come in?" he asked

"Uhum, yeah of course" you said letting him in.

He walked and wonder his eyes everywhere and stopped in the painting in your wall. You saw him smiled. You walked into the kitchen and he followed you.

"Are you still working?" he asked when he saw you wearing the drawing gloves though he knew exactly what you did.

"Oh ahm no, You just hit on my favorite past time" you replied walking into your mini office just off the kitchen perfect area to see the view of the sky, good lighting and breath of fresh air. You hurriedly turn off your tablet and take off the gloves and leave it in the table.

"I see" he said smiling.

"So, ahm, what brought you here?" You asked, getting water from the fridge.

"I wanted to see you" he said and noticed how you trying to distance yourself from him.

"Oh, ok, ahm, why? are you done with your date?" you asked probing.