𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙑𝘼𝙎

two

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JUNGKOOK STOOD under the hot shower, letting it to soak his body, washing away the dirt from yesterday's night. he let the calm,warm,rain like  texture of water to sooth his tense muscle. he held the fogged glass, pressing his palm flat on the surface as he close his eyes. the image of the creature in his dream came like the wave hitting the shoals, his choked sobs was heard right into his ears. jungkook's brows were  knitted tightly as the picture was blurred, all he see was his soft blonde hair  mated on his forehead, blue eyes resembling the way the ocean shone in the morning's sunlight sparkling with tears. a clear evidence of misery sending jungkook into the land of wonder.

he opened his eyes, blinking away the water drops that entered it. his eyes stings, red circle appearing at the side giving him a much more fierce look. jungkook twisted the shower off, putting on the clean wardrobe over his body before he exited. he wept himself dry, before pulling a random white shirt and his grey sweats before entering his studio with another big sigh. the room was a mess, crumpled papers scattered on the dusty mosaic that were smudged with colours. the old paintings hung on the wall weren't in their original state. deciding to blink away the sight, he sat on the wooden chair that made a creaking noise when he sat on them. new empty canvas was on display, waiting for him to create the masterpiece.

jungkook held his pencil, lips tucked underneath his teeth as he clench his eyes shut, trying to memorize every inch of the creature; angel, his angel.
the same image flooded in, same blonde hair messily swayed by the wind and jungkook moved his pencil according to the image. he drag it down, drawing the sharp jaw hidden under his wet, flushed cheeks. those sinful quivering lips up to his high bridged nose, not to forget those mesmerizing eyes, blue. the color of sky, resembling peace and calmness. why were those blinded in pain, what happened to the beautiful - fragile looking angel.

fluttering his eyes open, a smirk curved up perfectly on his thin lips, his eyes wide with concentration as he drew him out, creating a shade to his jaw to resemble the sunlight that crept inside the room through the curtains.

masterpiece. it wasn't his drawing that got him gaping, but the male himself. his beauty was unreal. gulping the lump forming in his throat. jungkook took his phone on the small coffee table.

"Han, i got a job for you,,"

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i'll make sure Seokjin appear soon :) sorry it's not that much