Hearts Aligned || Jungkook × Reader✔️

Chapter 33:Sweet Lips

18th March, 2025

[At your home]

YOUR POV

The dim light of my room cast a soft glow over the mess of pencils scattered across the floor. My fingers trembled slightly as they clutched the pencil, hovering over the artboard resting on my lap. I sat on the mattress, working on my sketch late in the evening.

It wasn't just a sketch-it was a masterpiece, Jeon Jungkook, materializing on paper, carved from my shameless imagining.

The air felt heavier, my heart pounding in rhythm with each movement of my hand.

Am I insane for doing this? For making a portrait of him like a half naked Greek god?

I swallowed hard, the thought circling my mind like a siren's call. My cheeks flushed and a sly smile crept on my lips as I recalled the happenings of last evening which kept messing with my mind.

And one thing I'm sure of is... he purposely acts this way to mess with my mind. But I love it. I love how he leaves me yearning, craving more of him every time. But I don't know how long I can restrain myself.

The faint strains of "Art Deco" by Lana Del Rey played in my earbuds, adding to the intoxicating heat simmering in the room. The rough outline of the portrait was already taking shape but it was the finer details-the curve of the jawline, the hard lines of the torso, the faint trail disappearing beneath the waistband-that sent a shiver spiraling through me.

I'd never drawn anything so... raw before. Each stroke of the pencil felt intimate, almost sinful. I bit my bottom lip as I shaded the definition of his six-pack abs.

Just then, a faint click of the door cut through the melody in my ears. My head snapped toward the sound, expecting my grandma but my heart plummeted into freefall when I saw him.

Jeon Jungkook. The living, breathing embodiment of the man I had been shamelessly crafting with my hands.

"Jeon-ssi?!" I stammered, nearly dropping the artboard as I scrambled to hide it behind my back and quickly stood up.

"Hey! May I come in?" he asked with his usual charming smile. I nodded and he entered the room and closed the door behind him.

But then his eyes narrowed slightly. "You don't look thrilled to see me. Should I leave?"

"No!" I exclaimed, a little too loudly.
"I mean, no, it's not that. I'm just... surprised, that's all."

His gaze flicked behind me and an amused smirk formed on his lips.

"Wouldn't you let me see the masterpiece you're working on?" He said, his tone was teasing and his eyes gleamed with amusement.

My heart thundered. "It's not finished," I muttered, clutching the board tighter. "It's... not ready yet."

He cocked his head, folding his arms over his chest as he took a deliberate step toward me. "Don't lie to me, little brat."

"I'm not lying," I said quickly, retreating a step but his smirk only deepened.

With maddening ease, he walked to the bed and sat down, spreading his legs wide. My eyes followed his every movement while his eyes kept glued to mine.

My breath hitched as he tugged his blue sweatshirt over his head in one fluid motion, leaving his torso gloriously bare.

"There you go, my little girl. Your muse has come to life. Go on, finish it," he said, his tone calm yet laced with authority.

My lips parted, words failing me as my eyes betrayed me, flicking down to his sculpted chest and abs. The way his muscles moved with each shift of his body had my stomach tightening with a dangerous ache.