Star-Crossed Lovers Of The 1850s (JJK ff)

CHAPTER 5

The morning sun cast its golden light upon the serene garden, awakening the vibrant blooms. Louisa sat on the bench, her sketchbook and pencils at the ready.

Her gaze drifted to Jungkook, who worked diligently amidst the flora. His focused expression and fluid movements captivated her.

Without drawing attention to herself, Louisa began to sketch Jungkook. Her pencils danced across the paper, capturing the contours of his face, the slope of his shoulders, and the gentle curl of his hair.

As she worked, Louisa's eyes never left Jungkook. She observed the way his eyes crinkled at the corners, the soft press of his lips, and the rhythmic motion of his hands.

Jungkook, lost in his tasks, remained oblivious to Louisa's artistic endeavors. The sound of birdsong and rustling leaves filled the air, accompanied by the soft scratch of Louisa's pencils.

Time stood still as Louisa sketched, her creativity flowing freely. The world narrowed to the two of them, suspended in a tranquil bubble.

As the sun climbed higher, casting a warm glow across the garden, Louisa's sketch neared completion. She stepped back, eyes roaming over her work.

Jungkook's likeness stared back at her, his essence captured on paper. Louisa's heart swelled, a mix of emotions swirling within.

The serene atmosphere of the garden enveloped Louisa, her pencils gliding effortlessly across the paper as she sketched Jungkook. The morning sunlight danced across his features, illuminating the strong lines of his face.

Just as she added the final touches to his profile, a voice pierced the air, shattering her concentration.

"Sketching someone without their consent, Louisa? Not very ladylike, is it?"

Louisa's heart skipped a beat. She spun around, her eyes wide with alarm, as her sketchbook slipped from her grasp.

But instead of a stranger, Jonathan May Alcott, her brother, stood before her, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Louisa exhaled in relief, her tension easing. "Jonathan! You scared me half to death."

Jonathan chuckled, plopping down beside her on the bench. "What's this I see?" He snatched the sketchbook from the grass.

"Give that back!" Louisa protested, trying to wrestle the book from Jonathan's strong grip.

Jonathan held it out of reach, his eyes scanning the pages. "Oh, Jungkook, the esteemed servant. I didn't know you had an artistic interest in him."

Louisa's cheeks flushed. "It's just a sketch, Jonathan. Nothing more."

Jonathan's gaze lingered on the drawing, his expression thoughtful. "You've captured him well. The intensity, the focus...it's almost as if you see beyond the surface."

Louisa's eyes darted to Jungkook, still oblivious to the commotion. He continued to tend to the garden, his movements fluid and efficient.

Jonathan's grin returned. "I think you're smitten, Louisa."

Louisa's face burned. "Don't be ridiculous, Jonathan."

Jonathan teased, "Oh, come now. You're blushing. That's not just artistic appreciation."

Louisa's denial spilled out hastily. "I am not! It's just a drawing."

Jonathan chuckled. "Save it, sis. I know you too well."

As Louisa struggled to retrieve her book, Jonathan held it firm, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Jonathan, stop teasing me!" Louisa pleaded.