"Why do you always share every fucking thing between us with Jimin?" he roared, glaring at her.
"There is no us, do you get it?" She said in loud voice.
"Stop playing games, Y/N!" Jungkook exclaimed, his fingertips digging into her arms, leaving a...
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•A canvas of endless potential shrouded in mystery-the unknown horizon•
🎀•Chapter Twenty-Three•🎀
Jungkook parked his car at the back of Y/N's house. He looked around to make sure no one saw him at this street.
Pulling the hood of his sweatshirt over his head, he aimed to stay hidden and anonymous.
After checking the area again, he jumped over the wall of her house easily it wasn't that high. Walking through her garden, he looked around this was the very he came last year to wish her birthday.
"Things were so different back then," he whispered to himself he then glanced up at her window.
"Why does this clumsy panda have to live upstairs?" he groaned, frustrated that it was harder to reach her.
"How do I get up there?" He noticed her window was open again.
"Does she not care about her safety?" he muttered, rolling his eyes. "If I can get in here easily, anyone could!"
Then he spotted a thick pipe that went up to the roof. He realized he could climb it to reach Y/N's window.
Without thinking much, he carefully looked around rushing towards the side of the pipe.
"Here we go Jeon, nothing special just same like those dance practices." Jungkook started to climb the old, rusty pipe, which scratched his palms.
When he jumped through the window into her dark bedroom, he quickly looked around. A small yellow lantern was on, but everything else was dark. He saw one bed that was empty.
As he turned towards the opposite side of the room, his eyes landed on the bed, where a giant panda bear toy sat amongst its other, smaller teddy bear companions.
Along the wall was a collection of BTS memorabilia, with a particular abundance of his own photographs. The sight of it all caused his heart to race, and his gaze continued to move towards the bookshelf filled with books, further revealing her interests and tastes.
A sly smile tugged at his lips as he muttered, "Ah, she loves reading dark romance," his fingers gently tracing the spines of the novels in her collection.
He smiled and walked around looking everything present in her bedroom. Suddenly, his eyes fell on a canvas leaning against the wall, among several others.
They were all freshly painted. No doubt the room smelled like oil paint.
Jungkook crouched down to examine them carefully as it was dark and not much could be seen in the mere yellow light filling the room.
"White panda," he whispered, seeing the fresh signature on the painting. His eyes wide open in shock.
"She is that painter," Jungkook said to himself. He realized that Y/N was the artist behind the paintings he had been buying. She was the anonymous artist known for her paintings, which were always among the top sellers at auctions.
