ONE DARK NIGHT | JJK

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Jungkook-

Two days.

It's been two fucking long days.

Since I had seen her, touched her, spoke to her, made love with her. This is the longest I've been without her and every inch of my body is screaming for her soft skin.

How her eyes tells me what she wants without even letting a word roll out of her mouth.

How her small, cute hands always makes me feel so relieved with her touch.

How her sweet voice fills my ears with the sweetest words no matter whether she's scolding me.

How her curves against mine, fits like a puzzle like she was meant to fit from years.

Eyes.

Those brown brown eyes.

I'm staring at a dark brown pair of eyes that I've sketched last night and I couldn't leave this room.

I've had painted her, sketched her, here in my art room several times since I met her but I've kept it hidden from her coz it's underground and she hasn't find the entrance of it yet. All I know is once she would've found it she would've got so excited to look what's inside.

I won't have a problem with her seeing herself on canvas but I don't want that moment to come this soon. I don't know why I'm not ready to tell her how much I'm absorbed in her.. the extent is high. I'm too deep in this. And I think it's mostly not to scare her.

The nights when I was away I was mostly sketching a piece of my mind which had a image of her.

Most of the time I've sketched her where she looks soft and candid. She's always so pretty  that I couldn't stop myself once I start sketching her. I don't want to miss any details of her and just like a copy I keep it to myself, for myself.

I look at a canvas I painted, when the first night I saw her sleeping in my bed. She leaves stars wherever she goes and from that moment I've realised this my bed feels so comfy and smells like her fruity scent.

I've made her sleeping figure where she was in deep slumber, her eye lids totally closed, her one hand tucked under her pillow to give support to her head and the other one on her side.

She's wearing one of her baby tee that hides half of her waist and then her soft-soft skin of waist shows, after that it's blanket that hides her skin.

The blanket covers her down fully except she has her one leg out of the blanket, she looks such a human and real in the painting.

That's what I saw all night and the painting is almost same, she's sleeping in the same position but the bed under her has turned into several small stars coz that's what I feel since she had stepped into my life.

I've mixed both real and my imagination and then painted her with all the different colours and stars and more.

I've tried sketching her too on other canvases where she's sitting on the counter table of the kitchen looking at me like a hungry little puppy who looks shy and I remember I was making a breakfast for her. That was the first time I've done something for a human, I don't know why it felt so natural to do it for her.

That breakfast happened a few days ago where for the first time I gave in the night before. Gave in to my temptations and touched her the way my hands craved to touch her.

That was the best night of my life. I've sketched some naked portraits of her gorgeous figure.

I walked to one of the portrait where she was under me, in my arms, naked with her bosoms covered with the purplish-blue marks that I've drawn on her milky skin with my teeth.