Lust | JJK ✔️

78- letter

"You've drawn countless paintings of me." You say as you sit near the garden pond, peeling some fruits for salad into a dish. Jungkook is in his usual form, face to face with a canvas and hands messy with paints.

He's got a brush clutched between his lips, head tilted to get better angles. "How many more will you make?" You peel the skin off an orange, almost squeezing it between your fingers.

"I'll make them for as long as I live." He says with a little struggle since his lips were holding the brush. "Maybe it's a way of immortalising your beauty."

You sigh a bit, separating the carpels as you place them on the ceramic dish beside. Your hands are messy just like his, the only difference is that yours are covered with nectar.

Picking up the dish you walk towards him slowly, watching him immersed in his hobby. Bringing up a piece to his lips, you tilt your head.

"I'm not just beauty, beauty and beauty, yeah?" you say, even though it pinches you knowing how hollow and unnecessarily whiny that sounds. "I'm kind of sick of hearing it..."

You say as he chews on the orange, you're drowned deeply in observing his moving brush, spreading colours on the paper. "Especially knowing what this characteristic of mine caused. The things that it did to the kingdom."

Jungkook doesn't seem to be affected much, and it's clear when he finishes swallowing and speaks quickly. "It's in the past, everything's good now."

You expected him to say more, but when he doesn't, that's when you turn towards him with some worry bothering you. However, the more you want to speak, the less you're able to. "Are you okay, Jungkook?" You ask him and his brows furrow.

"Yeah? Why'd I not be?" He says and you shake your head.

"No, it's just.." you know your sentence is incomplete in the gentle silence of this courtyard. But it's like every little creature waited for you to finish except him. He's not paying any attention.

Sighing, you keep the dish on the table next to him, you could care less if he eats it or not.

You start to walk back to your room, looking back at him from afar for a moment and feeling a sharp pain in your chest. You're remembering all the moments when he turned away from the world just to look at you. And now he's here, not even giving you a speck of his attention.

You're worried.

You pick up the letter that you've been writing from your desk, it's been a while since it's been lying here, not getting any conclusion to its existence. You were unsure if you're going to send it. But today you've made the decision. Giving it a final reading to make sure you got everything penned down, you roll it up into a small scroll the size of your thumb, tying it close with the help of a thin thread.

Dear Namjoon

I'm writing from the Palace of gold.

You push it inside a tiny cylindrical metallic case and walk towards your window.

I feel like something is not right over here. I want you to contact a certain person before you come here as soon as possible, I will explain everything later, when I'll be more sure too.

Judging from the amount of lack of attention Jungkook has for you, you're not even scared to be looked at and be speculated. Your eyes are almost watery, when you stretch your hands out to the white coloured pigeons sitting outside the window. They're all feeding on some bird seeds but one of them notices you and flies to you within a second.

He is the hermit who is responsible for reviving me. I have attached the details to reach him in here. Jungkook had heard Taehyung talk about him once, where he lives and where he works and thus I got to know about his location too.

Grabbing its delicate body gently, you tie the scroll to its feet as it squirms around just a bit. Once you're sure that the scroll won't fall off on his way to the kingdom, you take a deep breath in.

I hope you understand the urgency and seriousness of the situation. Excuse my uncertainty.

Yours Truly
Yn

You walk past Jungkook without even hiding the pigeon, his eyes are buried into his canvas and he doesn't even move an inch because of your presence. You know something is off.

And you may know exactly what is off. And this pigeon may just be your last hope.

Reaching the gates of the palace, you push the pigeon into the air, up into the evening sky which was commencing. The sky was growing purplish now. Fires were being lit throughout the palace and two fire torches were flaring on opposite sides of the main door. 

Stars were shining brightly as it was a clear night, hues of dark blues and violets filled the sky above you and the sun was almost disappearing. The stars danced and twinkled in their constellations, there were some that seemed colourful. The desert sand seemed cooler than it does in the daytime, as it swallowed the sun into its horizon. Your eyes water.

You observe the pigeon fallen down, the case fallen open and the letter slowly rolling out of the container. Your heart hasn't beaten faster than this in a while now, as your shook body lowers to pick the white bird up. Your tears fall on your hands, as they slowly caress the bird to provide him comfort.

He must've been hurt.

Your eyes stare into a far off distance as you walk forward slowly, the pigeon fluttering in your hands. Your eyes are filled with fear when you reach the same distance the pigeon covered, your feet moving subtly to delay the inevitable heartbreak you know is coming up. You lift up a hand to feel what's in front of you, and your whole body jolts as you feel a shock run through yourself. You back away.

There was an invisible shield covering the palace, it didn't let the bird escape its boundaries.

"What's wrong?" You hear a voice from behind you.

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Author's note

Wow I'm updating this book after like, 4 months? I'm so sorry for keeping it on hold. I'll try to update sooner and will surely finish it along with Hitchhikers. I hope you all still remember this book xD

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