Demons To Draw | TAEKOOK

Prologue

Over the time of the years, pencil had become an extended part of his hand, or a medium to express himself. Shy, introvert, conserved, dumb, people called him by many names but he was quite unfortunately sure that no one except his two hyungs knew his name. Jeon Jungkook.

He had just entered college and he could tell it wasn't a pleasant experience. Rather than being bullied, he chose to exist in the shadows, to be ignored. What accompanied him all the time were his pencils, sketch book and his imagination. The imagination which had started to haunt him now.

He clearly remembers when he had started to sketch a particular pair of eyes. He was turning 13 and his parents were attending guests downstairs. He had greeted them, interacted with them but came back to his bedroom upstairs the first chance he struck. It had been raining heavily that evening and Jungkook craved nothing but solidarity. So he took his sketch pad and graphite sticks in hand, sat near the ajar window, and started to sketch those particular pair of eyes. Soulful, penetrating, mesmerising eyes. Sad and lonely somehow, yet they shone with dark mischief.

He dreamt of those eyes that night.

Couple of months later, he started to draw beautiful, plump lips. His best friend Jimin had wriggled his eyebrows with a creepy perverted smile on his face. Huh, Jimin so wished those lips were his. When asked, Jungkook said he doesn't know who it belongs to. He just drew what his hands told him to. To drive his buddy off, he named a celebrity but knew it wasn't the truth.

Those lips started to get sinister the following months. Parted lips, biting lips, bruised lips, swollen lips, growling lips; they did all but never smile. Never.

By that time, his mother had figured out that their brilliant son was interested in sketching human figures. So she supported him. She bought equipments, books and what not to brush his skills. He had become the best sketcher in his school by the end of high school. He showcased his beautiful, life size portraits and sketches to the world but never those lips, eyes, ears, hair, jawline he had drawn. Those were for him. Those were his.

While learning art, he realized female figure was preferred to be taught and drawn. His teacher often asked him to draw female body using his imagination and he would end up drawing a male.

Jimin's observation landed him to another realization. That male body was always almost the same. He wondered what had come over him to sketch this, but his hands somehow knew how to draw them blindfolded. He had that figure stamped at the back of his mind. That gorgeous, eye catching male body.

It was enough to impress his teacher.

Years passed and though he devoted maximum of his time to studies to score good and get admission in a profound college to study arts, those sketches were stored close to his heart. He wasn't genius or something, he would just do his best in the things he put his mind to. And he did just that.

Last night, after years of hesitation, he gathered up the courage to compile his sketches. He drew those eyes, lips, jawline with precision and it almost took him the whole night. But the result that came was astonishing. His heartbeats quickened to a pace he never experienced before.

The face was angelic, eyes serene and flaunted breath hitching features. Jungkook only had one word to say, beautiful.

He dreamt of that face last night.

Author's note-

Hey guys, this is my first fanfic, so bear with me. I'll try to update as soon as possible. I might make tons of mistakes too in the process but I'll try to keep it down. Have been loving taekook for a long time, so here I am. Hope you like it!