Horroria

The Feeling of Love

Jungkook POV

That stupid idiot! Ruining my plans! My pictures! I sped out of the neighborhood and headed back to my home.

I smirk and looked at my screen of the beautiful woman in her undergarments that seemed to be crafted just for body. It's a shame that she had to cover it up with a sweater and shorts.

(Y/n) is the one for me. I know it. She was smart, lovely, and kind. I know she will be the true worthy one. Unlike the past girls before her. My heart flutters at just the thought of her.

I pull up to my driveway and rush inside. "Hoseok! I'm home!" I shut and lock the door. I toss the keys into the clay pot that Hobi made in the third grade. It clinked and settled quickly.

"Why you back so early? You typically come back after 4:30." Hoseok was munching on a apple. Always eating.

"Some dude saw me when he was turning off the lights. So I had to leave." I took off my jacket and placed it in the closet. "Are you seriously still eating? You were eating a grilled cheese sandwich when I left." I shook my head with a smile.

"Yah, that was- like- hours ago!" Hoseok laughs, taking another bite of the red apple. "So what pictures do you have now?"

"I got pictures in her- here let me show you." I bring out my camera and presented the photos from the start.

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"So, do you think she's the one?"

I shyly smile. "Yeah. She has everything that it takes."

"Then what are you waiting for?! It's been months since you guys met. Hurry before any of those boys steal your lady." I nod, knowing he was speaking the truth.

"You're right. I have to get sleep now so I can look like a human tomorrow." I get up and stretch.

"Today, you mean." Hoseok laughs and stands up as well with the camera. "I'll process these for you and put them in your scrap books."

"Thanks, Hoseok-hyung."

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I couldn't fall asleep right away. The best remedy to make me tired was to draw. I get out my drawing book and start to sketch.

I drew her.

The lacey fabrics shaded to a black coal. (y/n) eyes wide and gray. I draw a few lingering strands in her face.

In the end, I drew her as if we were laying in bed side by side. Another sketch of us tangled in sheets of lead. My graphite hand held the small of her back, frozen in time of pulling her warm body into me.

I needed to draw another picture. Just one more for the night. I start with the basic light forms. An arm here, a leg there. Soon my body was holding her's on a rolling hill looking up at the stars. She was wearing my hoodie, looking tiny in it. Her hair was sprawled across her shoulders as she lays on me between my legs.

My hands held her stomach gently, her hands cupping mine. The birds eye view of us together laying on plaid blanket gives my heart a jump. It's not finished but I feel like this could be us one day. I make my self wear a black shirt and shaded jeans, timberlands hold my feet to the ground.

(Y/n) now in a finished, lightly shaded hoodie that was too big for her. Her legs were clad in skinny jeans and white high tops. Soon the picture was finished and had a glowing look. This was more intimate than any other drawing in the book with us laying together in bed.

Her eyes sparkle like the invisible stars. I had made my gaze looking at her sideways as if I was admiring her. But I made her oblivious to the fact I was looking at her. It was perfect. Maybe I can experiment with colors...

I turn in for the night. I change into a pair of red shorts and kept my shirt off. I get under the covers and for a second I imagined...

(Y/n) was already in bed, reading a book. She is wearing a white silk pajama set lined with a gold trim. Her initials were embroidered on the left side, above her heart. "Jagiya. Are you done with the chapter?" I poke her shoulder after I crawled into bed.

She gives a short giggle and sets down her book after placing the bookmark into it. "I actually started on the next." She turns towards me and poke my cheek. I scoot closer to her and hummed lowly.

"What if I said, I'm your next chapter?" I pulled her closer to me. (Y/n)'s lips, pull upward slightly into a smirk.

"Then, I'll say. I read enough for the night." She jokes. I give her a pouty face. "I'm kidding, Kookie." She crawls on top of me. "I'll would really say," she leans close to my ear. "I'm going to read you till the end of the book." Her petal soft lips brush mine like a summer breeze in the grass.

... If only that could happen. I sigh and turned off the lamp, finishing my imagination in a dream.