Standing Next To You | JJK

TWELVE: Masterpiece..

"He was the artist, she was his muse"

(Mature Scenes <3)

Jungkook waited patiently at the table. Waiting for Y/n to come down so he could apologise. And so she did.

He observed every movement of hers as she escalated down the stairs, greeting everyone good morning, except him.

He sighed. But then was confused when she say right opposite him. With a glare she looked at him.
"Can you pass me the salt please?" Jungkook asked her. As she ignored him

"Y/n. Salt." He said again. She picked it up handing it over to Taehyung, indicating him to give it to Jeon.

He rolled his eyes, but kept it to himself.
"Thank you." He replied.
After a few minutes, "can I get some water" he asked again trying to get her attention.

She smiled Arrongantly picking up the glass and purposely spilling it over, causing the water to go to splash on Jungkooks clothes.

"What's wrong with you?!?" He yelled, losing his patience and standing up.

"You! You are my problem!" She responded angrily, before storming out, making him groan and rush after her.

"Y/n listen to me!"he said trying to grab her wrist, which she pulled away quickly.

"Let go of me!"

"Let me explain!" He yelled back.

"YOU LEFT!" she finally yelled, tears flowing down her face.

"I WAS SHOCKED TOO AND YOU LEFT! I GET IT WERE ENEMIES BUT I THOUGHT YOU CHANGED! I THOUGHT...i thought you would stay" she said between her sobs.

"It..was my first. Jungkook." She said finally making eye contact with him.

"Listen to me y/n-"

"You proved to me your emotionless.." she mumbled. "Your cold. And arrogant."

"And i thought this experience would be beautiful. But it's just ruined" she said, bumping into him on purpose and locking herself in her room.

His heart broke at her state. And he knew he was at fault. He fell numb.
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After the incident, Jungkook sent the other 6 home. Quietly sitting in his art studio, the warm light lighting up the room, as the moonlight entered through the window.

He sat infront of a canvas, glasses on his knows, apron on his waist and the color palette in his hand.

He was painting.

He was painting her.

Painting put his mind. to ease. Helped him think clearly. And now. She made him calm. So he was painting what calmed his soul.

A knock interrupted him. Which made him confused.
"I told yall to leave." He said coldly. Masking the guilt, regret and sadness in his voice.

When the door opened. Making him furious and turn around.

"I said leave!" He said, but realised who was standing.

"Y/n.." his voice leaves his mouth almost into a faint whisper..

There she stood infront of him. Her hair messy, and her eyes red, as she ran into his arms.

"I had a nightmare" she said sniffing. Holding onto his shirt, taking in his perfume.

He smiled softly,
"I'm here your okay" he said, tightening his arms around her protectively and patting her hair.

"This doesn't mean I'm not mad at you." She said, making him laugh.

"Oh y/n...y/n I'm so sorry, i know what I did was immature and I wasn't thinking i just-" he paused, before giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"I didn't want you to get hurt"

"Like you didn't hurt me with THAT-" she said, emphasizing on the word 'that"

"I know i know" he mumbled.

"I'm really sorry can you-"

"You drew me?" She interrupted him. As embarassment sunk down on him realising he left her potrait un-attended

"Well um i-"

"You painted..it's beautiful" she said. Smiling.

She turned around before facing him.

"What you did. I can't forget." She paused.

"I-i um i understand" he said nodding.

"But I will forgive." She said smiling. And running back into his arms.

"Y/n i.." he paused, looking into her eyes.

"You said. That your first time. You. Wanted to be beautiful" he said, recalling her words. She nodded.

💋: It gets spicy from here.

He smiled before dipping his fingers, in his favourite color, blood red, and gliding it over her neck. As she watched him, her breath heavy.

She, who dipped her hands in a can of black paint, guided her hands over from his neck to his chest.

He growled to himself, before pulling her towards him and kissing her deeply, all his pent up anger, love and frustration for her. Came pouring down in that kiss.

He knew deep down, through their rivalry he always wanted her. Wanted her all to himself. His. And only his.

He pulled away before mumbling.
"Mine."

She smiled, before taking off his shirt, and dipping her hands in white paint, smearing it all over him.

As he guided diffrent paints on her stomach, making her let out a soft gasp at the cold liquid.

He took off her top, and smeared the black paint all over her, she laughed, before kissing him. As he smiled into the kiss massaging her thigh and spreading the paint.

And everything unraveled. Paints. Kisses. And the faint smell of well ahem ahem.
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🎀: i know I know it's been a while and that's because of school, which is alsooo the reason why I'm sick rn! But dw I'll upload the end to this series soon and start a new one. Maybe slow updates but i end all my stories sooo yesss,
I love you!! Thank you for so many reads in Daydreams!!

Muah muah!

Until next time <3
- Ava ~