Jungkook was an amazing model. He acted so natural with the camera, leaving an ethereal trace behind wherever he went.
His looks were so oddly beautiful, the way his veins looked when he showed his hand for a short amount of time.
Jeon Jungkook truly was a piece of art compared to any other human ever seen before or even gazed at.
His eyes were like galaxies, turning into beautiful golden-brown orbs when the sun hit them. His pink lips and how they would curl slightly upwards when he gave him a smile.
He took pictures all the time, trying not to miss anything, not one step. He became his muse, his reason for his existence.
Everything was forgotten. The pain. The suffering about his anxiety. Nobody could take him away from Jungkook. If so, he'd be ready to kill.
The human brain is quite amazing. How easily it gets attached to a moment or a person. How everyone's mind is unique, with their own little orbit.
And how it can get protective. Protective in form of gentle loving. Protective in form of being jealous. Protective in form of not being able to exist without a person.
Jeon Jungkook, of course, didn't know anything about these thoughts of V. He continued being himself, breathing and moving.
V took the camera down, walked towards Jungkook. Hugged him. Buried his nose in Jungkook's neck. He smelt like home.
'Thank you, Jungkook.'
A single tear fell down V's cheek.
'Thank you for saving me.'
