The artist and his muse (Namkook)

Chapter 4: Forgetful

The clacking sound of the stilettos was too much to bear. Squirming his eyes which were still drowned in sleepiness, Namjoon spotted the tall slim figured woman roaming across the room putting his art supplies in proper boxes and clearing out some space on the floor of Namjoon's art studio at home.

"Do you even remember what happened last night?" The woman almost shouted stunning the sleepy male who sat straightening up on the couch.
"Who asked you to come?"
"Who asked me to come? Are you kidding me?"
"No, I'm not."
The woman threw the piece of fabric she was holding to wipe the dust off some boxes on the floor.

"What is the sleeping pill bottle doing in this room, Namjoon-ah?" Her tone softened a bit this time.
"Don't me ask me anything, please."
She sighed sadly and took a seat beside Namjoon on the couch.
"I want you to have a normal life, bro. I keep lying to mom and dad that you are doing okay because if I tell them the truth, they will freak out and forcibly take you away with them."

"Noona, I'm perfectly fine. You are getting worried about me unnecessarily. Last night I couldn't sleep and when it was 7 in the morning I thought of getting some sleep. I swear I didn't take more than one pill."
"Namjoon-ah, I know you have tried a lot and completely out of that phase, but I don't want you to slip into that darkness again."
"I won't noona, I promise you that. You don't have to memorise my door pass to check on me."
"I buzzed the doorbell five times and then only entered. It's already 4 in the evening, let's get you something to eat."

"How are Jae-joon hyung and the kids?" Namjoon asked slurping some noodles that his sister just prepared for him.
"They are good, Jae-joon keeps asking to invite you for weekends as he is too busy in work and cannot visit you."
"Sure, I haven't seen him in a while, will drop by sometime."
"Thanks bro. Can I ask you something?"
"Sure!"
"I found some sheets on the table. I didn't want to breach your privacy, but I hope whatever it is, it might be good for you."

Namjoon put down the chopsticks aside and ruffled his own hair.
"It's nothing, noona."
"Are you sure? The shades and strokes of the pencils were pretty detailed."
"Just a beautiful view that I can only watch from afar. It makes me forget of all the anxieties, but it's not meant for me."
"Do not give up before even trying, my little brother."
"I'm not little anymore." Namjoon scoffed.
"Even in your 90s, you will be my little brother, Namjoon-ah."

"Yeah! You are looking like a prince from the fairy tales!" Jungkook immediately turned around from the mirror to face his sister.
"Noona, please! I was just checking something."
"What?" She smirked as she was getting strange vibes from her brother for last few days. He was being very particular about his looks suddenly. He even started tying his hair into a small pony.

"Nothing, you will keep teasing me without listening."
"Aww! No my baby brother, tell me what's the matter?"
"Do I look better with hair tied up or left loose?"
Soyoon started thinking while poking her chin with index finger.

"I think both look cute on you, but the little ponytail looks cuter."
"Is it?"
"Yep!"

Jungkook went to his internship at sharp 9 in the morning as he was supposed to. The studio seemed empty with no trace of Namjoon. He looked here and there but nothing, so took a seat on the couch scrolling through internet.

"Jungkook!"

He instantly opened his eyes wide realising he dozed off on the couch. Namjoon was standing in front of him with two Starbucks coffee glasses in hand. Jungkook tried to stand up but collided with Namjoon instead who lost balance and the coffee was spilled on Jungkook's shirt. All of this happened in the blink of an eye making it difficult for the younger to process.

"I'm so sorry, Jungkook. It just slipped from my hand." Namjoon apologised being the gentleman he is whereas it was the younger's fault.
"It's not your fault, Namjoon hyung. I shouldn't have rushed." He tried to dry the shirt with a small tissue but the front side was completely wet. Thankfully, both the glasses had iced Americano.

"Take this." Namjoon took off his over shirt he was wearing and handed out to Jungkook. He still had a t-shirt on and it was summer, so it won't be a problem.
"Thanks hyung." Jungkook hesitantly took and was about to ho to the restroom but realised his wet shirt being light pink coloured, was completely exposing his front body on the belly and torso area. He felt like drowning in the ocean of embarrassment as the artist might have seen him like that.

"Can I change in this room, if you turn around?" Jungkook asked helplessly as he was too shy to step out of the studio room and go to the common restroom in the same floor.
"Ye-yeah! Sure!" Namjoon stuttered but turned around when he remembered something.
"Jungkook, take a fresh oil cloth to wipe off the coffee out of your skin. It's in the drawer, else you would feel uncomfortable even after changing your clothes."
"Thanks hyung."

A fresh piece of oil cloth was found from the drawer where Namjoon keeps other essential items. Jungkook unbuttoned his shirt and started wiping off the liquid still on his torso, but a click on the door lock gained his attention. He turned around to find Namjoon gone, but his shadow was visible from the almost opaque fibre door. He smiled to himself being happy to see the manners of the man.

On the other side, Namjoon placed his hand on his chest to control the heart beating pace as he was feeling too overwhelmed knowing the boy was almost half naked in his studio and accidentally getting a peek of his cute tummy.

수많은 가시들과
오고야 마는 아침과
각자의 방식들로
스스로 마취해가요

Translated:

With the countless thorns
And the morning that will end up coming
In our own individual ways,
Let's go on numbing ourselves

-Kim Namjoon

(translation credit goes to www.kpoplyrics.net)

I keep forgetting things whenever I think of you!
Why do you keep teasing me?
Why do I always forget a former junkie like me is not allowed to dream of a pure boy like you?
I am being forgetful in your presence!

"Hyung, I'm done. You can come inside now."
Namjoon's train of thoughts was put to a halt and he entered inside the studio.
"It's too loose for me, but It's comfortable. Thanks hyung."

Jungkook's smiling face or his well built physique getting hidden under the oversized shirt? Namjoon doesn't know which was more appealing! He just kept cherishing the view in awe.

"Hyung!"
"Yeah, you were saying something?"
"Thanks for the shirt, hyung."
"It looks good on you, you can keep it."
"No, I will return to you tomorrow."
"Just keep it Jungkook, it looks good on you only."

Namjoon stepped forward towards Jungkook and removed his lock from his forehead, the same way he did in the restaurant when he saved the boy from falling down. Jungkook looked at the elder, straight into his eye, completely baffled as Namjoon seemed to be in a daze.

"How are you so beautiful, Jungkook?"

The phone dropped off from Jungkook's hand as he felt his lips being captured by a pair of rough lips and waist being held by a strong hand. The young intern just closed his eyes.

Well, Namjoon really became forgetful of the place, time and situation this time!