Misery /✔/ Taekook

Chapter Fifteen

King Jeon Jungkook knew for a fact that he couldn't draw more or less paint. He recalled failing his art class almost throughout the whole year simply because he never finished a self-portrait painting project because he was too embarrassed as he didn't do very well. Being part of the royal family, people tend to have very expectations; they expect you to know different languages, have amazing people skills, have good judgment, all the way down to knowing how to paint.

But Jungkook just couldn't paint.

He had hired a private painter to teach him how to do basic paintings, anything that wouldn't make Taehyung think his date idea was bad. After many long lessons, the painter had given the king a few words of advice,

"Don't ever touch a paintbrush again."

He was that bad.

Jungkook was severally embarrassed and had gone so low as to beg the painter to not tell a single soul. The painter was confused.

"It's just painting...it's no big deal."

However, his inability to even hold a paintbrush correctly made Jungkook feel insecure or maybe it was his anxiety about finally going on a real date with the love of his life. Was Taehyung the love of his life? He couldn't be, right? Of course, Jungkook much about him already but not too much, not enough to actually consider the younger male the love of his life. However, that didn't matter at the moment...

What mattered was the fact that he didn't know how to paint. Taehyung probably knew how to paint or else why would he suggest to go painting? Jungkook realized that painting itself wasn't important and he shouldn't dwell on it but he was worried that if Taehyung realized that he wasn't particularly enjoying painting then maybe that'd ruin the date for Taehyung. Ruining their first date, ruining Jungkook's chance to actually get with someone he actually loved more than he loved anything/anyone else (besides big shoes) is the last thing the king wanted to do. Hell, it's something he'd never want to do. Just thinking about it gave him anxiety, he had to be perfect for today because it's not just about painting, it's about Kim Taehyung.

"Sire, we've arrived," the chauffeur said. Jungkook nodded, holding his hand up to keep the chauffeur from getting out. He opened the door himself and made his way towards the front door of the Kim house, nodding at Taehyung's sister who was working on the rose bushes in front of their house. She smiled back before going back to clipping them.

He's not used to this. He's been in relationships in the past, most of which were set up by his parents which he had no problem with but they were never serious. He never went up to their house to walk them to his car, he never went painting, he never felt as though his heart had fallen into his stomach and was being devoured by the butterflies. This was an entirely new and weird feeling but he'd get used to it if it meant he'd be with Taehyung.

Jungkook knocked on the door three times before clasping his hands together in front of him before deciding his stance was awkward and letting his arms rest by his side. That was weird too. He then crossed his arms but that was uncomfortable so he went back to clasping them.

He killed someone! How is he losing his cool over something like this?!

He heard someone giggle and looked to his side only to see Taehyung's sister with a smile plastered on her equally gorgeous face.

"Are you laughing at me?" Jungkook asked.

She covered her mouth before waving at him and shaking her head. "No— yeah, you're so awkward."

Before Jungkook could respond the door opened revealing a short old lady wearing an expression so cold that Jungkook took a small back to keep from being hit by the daggers shooting out her eyes.