❛ My Perfect Hyung ❜ - JinKook ✔️

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Jungkook was on a yacht, a far distance into the ocean. It was sunny out, but the air was chill against his skin—not in a harsh way but comforting. The sky above was blue as the sea below and a few puffs of white clouds dotted it.

He was lying on his back, listening to nothing to the ocean waves rolling by and occasionally crashing against the side of the boat, sea creatures squeaking below—poking their pointed heads once in a while—, birds hovering around, flapping feathered wings. Besides that, it was silent, peaceful.

He smiled. He loves this. Its beauty and serenity welcomed him with open arms and he was quick to throw his arms around it, accepting it. He never wanted to leave this place. Never.

Then faintly, like a rising sound, he heard the sound of a piano. It was a popular sound, one he'd heard around but didn't know the name. His smile stretched, he wasn't alone.

Jungkook got to his feet, the boat swayed against the waves but he didn't shake. He'd never been on a boat but he wasn't afraid. His insides were steady and at peace as if he owned this device as if he'd lived all his life chilling on expensive-looking yachts.

He didn't feel worried about his sudden feeling of peacefulness. He wasn't aware that it was supposed to be a strange feeling to him. At that moment, all Jungkook thought he felt was normalcy. Like he was used to this and for that moment, he was perfectly fine feeling like that.

The alluring sound pulled him past a row of blue lounging chairs, draped with royal blue towels. Two of the towels spread out spotted huge wet patches as if people had been on them not too long ago. Jungkook instinctively touched his hair and found it damp. He shook it and chuckled when sprinkles of water flew about, dotting the polisher wooden floor.

The air was clean, fresh, unlike any smell he'd ever breathed. Even the ocean air freshener his mother had smelt nothing like this. The one at home just smelt like Vanilla. This scent was nature's undiluted, alcohol-free fragrance. He inhaled deeply, feeling his lungs with this beautiful smell.

He walked past the captain's cubicle—a huge space with a large control table on one side. And stepped around the corner. The music was coming from a wide opening in the ground. There were wooden steps that disappeared into the floor. He followed it.

The sound grew louder—not too loud—and the smell changed. He smelt spices now, rich spices his mother could never afford to cook with. Grilled chicken? Fried rice? There was a chocolate smell somewhere in the mix. Dessert?

The clattering of utensils confirmed he was getting close to the kitchen. There were rooms on either side of the long hallway, their doors left ajar as if to reassure that nothing sinister was happening behind them. Bedrooms, a movie room, a luxurious bathroom, a library, a pool— A pool! It was incredible!

He wanted to stop by and explore each room to its fullest but he felt a familiar pull, like a magnet, but the tug wasn't from outside his body. It was in his chest, his heart. It thumped as he approached, and he couldn't get there fast enough.

He didn't know what was pulling him, but he knew. He knew it was something he had felt within him a lot of times, something that made him have this feeling of comfort like he was at home. It wasn't that he was confident that made him walk around this boat as if he owned it, it was this— this that made him feel like he could walk this hall without an iota of doubt or fear.

"Hyung?" The word left his mouth before his brain could process it, before he could process whom he was even calling.

"I'm in here," A voice called. The tone calm and inviting. It was so familiar, and Jungkook knew it was someone he was fond of but a face hadn't found the voice yet.