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22. The Past

Jungkook

In my imagination, I was with Y/n, she's lying on the couch covered with only thing sheet. She's naked underneath. The erotic theme of my painting I started to like when it's about her. Her smooth skin glowing, the curves is amazingly drawn like a goddess. I can hardly focus on the canvas and brush on my hand, my mind is having her under me and pounding her with Lust and love equally.

Y/n is the girl I just met, but I felt like I have been known her for so long. She came into my life in the most sardonic way. From where she comes, how she suffered her life living with her abusive mother. Her own flesh, she's not having any doubt to sold her to a dirty man whose only take an advantage from her.

Love she believed make her somehow trust me and giving herself, but all the act from her I feel that she's desperately need protection. She wants to get away from her sorrows. She's tired. When she's on the run last night, even before a few steps from her apartment, those bastards attacking her for no reason.

Well, there must be a reason, to the bunch of drunk guy will take a random girl to do what they way with her without even think.

I found her death, filled with bruises and blood. Is very bad condition and I'm sure she won't survive until I do something to her.

I lied, and Jimin was right. I was just too afraid to take a step further, it's for her own good, I don't know if she realized whatever she felt different about her body, but she will never age again. She will forever young, grow stronger, and more stronger.

No one can feel her but me. Because I was the one who involved in this changes. At the first time of my life, I never wanted to changed people into my kind, but Y/n, she's the little girl I want to be saved.

Getting up, I finished with her recent portrait. She's always having the muse of gorgeousness. I backed away to have a better look on her painting. I have been paint her a hundred of times, and the final result is always different.

"Are we finished?" She ask, slowly moving. My attention are on her slowly moving the sheet to cover her naked body. I smiles and walk towards the couch where she lies.

"Yes, my love."

She look down, blushing shyly when I caress her with the words. I pull her chin up to make her look at me. Somehow I despise the way she avoid my gaze. I want her to hold them, want her to only focus on my eyes.

"You want to see your painting?" I say and she nod in tiny.

With satisfaction coating my head, I get up and offer my hand for her, she take it briefly and walk closer to the canvas. She looked surprise to herself on the canvas. The paint still wet, waiting for some time to dry. She cover her lips to hide her smile.

"You look gorgeous there. But I like yourself more than the paintings." I stand behind her to whisper those words. She stiffened and look back at me with her gleaming eyes.

"You're amazing painter." She compliment me. I like to hear it from her every time. I smile in victory.

She turned around to face me. Raising her small hand and rest on the side of my face to cupped my cheek. Her thumb caressing me. Her eyes stare at me to the fullest. I can't help myself not to shake because if her soft touch. She has this effect on me every times. I look into her eyes and communicate with her through them.

In her eyes, I was the only person for her now. No one else. I smiles, knowing how lucky I am, almost living in a normal-human way.

"Thank you, my love."

I do admit it, my love for her as fast as the lightning of Zeus, it's fast and powerful to aim to the target. Her little heart that still beat only for me.