Demons To Draw | TAEKOOK

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"Are you stalking me?"

"What? N-No! Oh no. I'm not s-stalking you. I was just searching for an address, halmoni." He said rolling down the window.

The seventy year old woman did not seem to believe him. She narrowed her eyes at Jungkook but decided to let it slide.

"If I see you here again suspiciously waiting, kid, I'll call the cops. Kids these days have no respect for others privacy. They think they can go around anywhere. You look like a good boy so I'm letting you go, or else I would've taken some serious actions. I don't like people being creepy around my house. You hear all kinds of things nowadays..." she walked away mumbling to herself.

Jungkook heaved a sigh of relief, calming his fastened heartbeats and decided to drive out of here. He had enough entertainment for today.

Like a cowardly dog, he ran out of the place with his tail between his legs. He had never been this. He accepts he is shy, doesn't reach out to people, have friends he could count on fingers but when he was determined to do something, he likes it to be done properly. He doesn't know what is holding him back from knocking on the apartment door.

He is stalking, isn't he? But would it be considered stalking when he never saw the one he was searching for?

He is a bad stalker. Jungkook smiled at the thought. He shook his head in foolishery.

Damn, the work is taking toll on him. He needed to wake up from this illusion; he has better things to do.

So, he parked at the nearest café to get a cup of coffee for himself. He would rather have his taste buds bitter than to taste the bile. Stepping out of the van, he felt dizzy from sudden action. He held onto the car door for a while and steadied himself. If he comes to think of it, he doesn't recall when he last grabbed a bite to eat. He came here right after finishing his shift.

'Eat well. I'm not gonna be there to stuff your face.' The voice of his mother resonated in his mind, remembering how she was concerned he won't keep himself healthy when he is far from home.

So, an espresso and a blue berry muffin it is.

Walking into the café, he found people of almost all ages, finishing their work and crawling here to get a freshly brewed cup of coffee. The late evening drink sounded good to Jungkook too.

The walls were decorated with fusion art paintings and wallpapers. There hung a large no of different coloured coffee mugs on the adjacent empty wall. Liking one mug, he wondered if he could buy it. He would make an interesting pen stand out of it. He chuckled at the thought.

There were still two people in the line in front of him. Someone joined the queue behind him. The headache was returning and Jungkook wanted nothing but to lie on his bed and have a nice little nap. Not little maybe, but whatever.

"What would you like, sir?" The cashier behind the counter asked him, bringing him back to reality. He was yet again staring at something, feeling dazed.

"Umm an espresso and a blue berry muffin, please."

"Coming right away. Your name, sir?" he asked. At this, I read his name tag. Cha Junghyun. That name went pretty well with that pretty face. He smiled politely, waiting for an answer.

"Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook." I sheepishly replied, blushing at a little delay of answer.

"Your contact no?"

"Sorry?" I lifted my eyebrows, surprised.

"Your contact number, sir, for future references." He politely repeated. Of course, it wasn't the first time shops asked for costumers' information. They send messages of discount and offer all the time. One more thing in the list of things Jeon Jungkook disliked.

He gave his number, listening to the click of keys on the keyboard, as the cashier typed that down.

"Your order will be ready in two minutes." He said in a way as if he had said that a million times today already.

Nodding, he turned and bumped into someone, who was waiting behind him.

The sudden wave of dizziness made him swoon where he was standing. His large hands held Jungkook by his arms, steadying him, almost covering his biceps. The warmth of those hands made him feel safe. Jungkook tried to collect himself together, all the while staring at the floor.

"Hey, are you ok?" the stranger asked in a deep velvety voice. That sent a shiver down his spine.

That voice.

Jungkook hesitantly looked above and was immediately met with lean shoulders, flaunting collar bone, followed by sharp jaws covered with porcelain skin, plump lips and hypnotic features. His hair were all over the place just like jungkook's thoughts. Yet he dared to look further above, only to be attached to the black, cold yet concerned eyes. Eyes as black as a moonless night and as enticing as black magic.

Jungkook's jaw dropped while he gazed at the beautiful features with hazy eyes.

"Can you hear me? Are you ok?" the person asked again.

The voice was bouncing in his head, making no sense whatsoever. Nothing held meaning to Jungkook now. Nothing made sense.

No, it's not possible...

He was looking at the face he was afraid to dream.

Staring deep into those eyes, he realized what getting sucked by black hole might feel like. After that, it was all that he remembers... blackness.

Jungkook felt a finger tracing his left cheekbone. He somehow knew he was dreaming, yet it all felt so real. Being unable to see anything but darkness, he concentrated on the deep voice, trying to sew a meaning of those incoherent words.

"...safe now. But I have to go. Do me a favour, will you?

Remember me...

Cause I'd love to meet you again!"

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