CAPTUS || JinKook

44. Unexpected

Seokjin

I guess watching too much dramas would make you believe that someone out there was really meant for you. And somehow, falsely believe that an impossibly close to perfect guy was out there also waiting for you to meet each other.

It's funny because I used to believe that those drama moments could really happen to me. Sadly, Namjoon ruined that for me. Or probably, just gave me some kind of reality check. He was my dream man when we were still new in the relationship but he turned out to be my worst dream in the end.

At the same time, it made me held on to hope that everything would fall into place at the right time. Jungkook came at the worst stage of my life. He saw me struggled. He saw me at my ugliest, in whatever form or kind. He saw how weak I was. He witnessed how vulnerable and afraid I was. And Jungkook willingly and openly accepted all of that. I guess that made me believe in love again.

I narrowed my eyes as I tried to wake up from sleep. The smell of fresh clean laundry filled the air and I realized that I fell asleep on Jungkook's sofa at his basement gallery. He had a couple of diffusers around the room and I was aware that he was very particular about smells. Clean laundry was his favorite scent.

Adjusting my position, I saw him sitting at the other couch accross from where I was sleeping. He was holding a pencil and a drawing book. "I'm almost done, don't move." He murmured. Still in a daze, I complied.

A proud smile appeared on his face as he slowly showed me what was on the paper. It was me. Sleeping soundly: eyes shut, lips slightly parted, hands tucked under my chin, hairs on my forehead. He drew it really well.

"How long was I sleeping? How did you draw this very detailed?" I asked in awe as I stared at his drawing.

"Three hours."

My eyes widened as I sat down, pulling the throw pillows to cover my naked self. "Aunt Mia said she will be preparing lunch at one o'clock. We are late!"

Jungkook stood up chuckling. Taking the book and the pillow away, placing them on the center table before sitting down beside me. His arms immediately wrapped around my body and I felt his lips touched my temple. "I already informed her that we will be late. You must be really tired moaning my na--- ouch!!"

Rolling my eyes, I stood up immediately. Looking for my clothes and planning to head up to shower.

"There's a bathroom over there."

I followed where his finger was pointing and realized, he already toured me around the gallery the first time I was here. Indeed, the gallery itself could be a home.

"Aren't you going to invite me to shower?"

I heard him taunt but I just continue to head towards the bathroom with my phone in my hand as I wasn't at ease whenever Sunghoon was away. Knowing Jungkook, he wouldn't budge. He pushed the door before I could lock.

"Jungkook, we're already late for lunch. Aunt Mia prepared something."

His chuckles were sexy rather than annoying, "And why would be late? We will just shower. Unless... What are you thinking exactly, Seokjin?"

Staring at his smirking face while waiting for my response made me realize I was starting to open myself a little bit more to him. I mean, he was right. What was I thinking? I actually made it seemed I was implying something.

"Stop pouting, Seokjin. You made it want to appear you want me to kiss you."

Sometimes, we do things unconsciously. Pouting is one of the things I kept on doing unconsciously. Namjoon said it was annoying as it didn't fit my age. But to Jungkook, I could act myself without worrying too much.