Red and Violent ✔️

Chapter 18: Butterflies

"This doesn't look right." Jungkook said trying to fix a stray hair, looking in the mirror. The concert's introduction is playing and they have a minute to get on the stage. You were taking pictures of him not necessarily for work purposes. He glanced at you and blew a kiss. "Wish me luck, noona." He said formally so your intimacy won't get caught.

"Good luck, Jungkook." You said acting all shy. He slowly came closer to your ear but not too close that it would look suspicious.

"It's not fair I can't kiss you right now." He hummed and quickly took off to the stage.

You immediately took yourself to Cam 4: Main Cam which is at proximity to the stage. You decided that you want to be responsible for that one today. It's been a while since you've taken full responsibility of a camera. You missed how it was only you, your eyes, and the camera lenses.

The moment you went behind the camera everything faded. You could hear no screams or see any ARMY bombs. You just saw the beautiful harmony of colors and the silky movement of everything on stage. You lost yourself to all that your eyes perceived. You started playing your favorite instrument. Pressing keys like a pianist fingers dabbles with its keys. One cord at a time you made a symphony out of moving pictures.

You ran your way around the stage portraying the swift deliberate movements of each of their bodies. You could see a geometrical pattern in every single frame and it sent chills down your spine. You loved how immersed they were and how they moved like a snake moves to the sound of the flute; mystical and proud, except that they were no captive to the music. They are the music. Time seemed like a fantasy when you were behind the camera. Before you even realized the concert was over.

You normally stay after the boys leave to help around. Tomorrow is the flight. A relatively long one. You were so excited for Brazil. There's this big festival to be held and it coincides with a day off for the boys. The moment the thought came to you you thought of Jungkook. If it wasn't for all this you could've gone with him. It's like you and Jungkook are connected with telepathy. You received a text as you were smiling at the thought of you and him.

'God fucking damn it I feel so light and bubbly. What's happening to me.'

The text read, "I can't sleep"
"Listening to some music"
"Will you be able to come over?"

You replied, "I'll pack my bag and come"
"Excited for Brazil, though!"

"Oh, I wanna talk to you about that."
"Don't be late"
"Waiting!" He sent you a short video of the lightly dimmed room with a violin track playing in the back ground and at the end of it he showed himself making a funny face. You laughed in the ride back to the hotel.

You got back to the hotel and quickly packed everything and took off to Jungkook's room. You texted him and he let you in.

"You probably think our dates are boring." He said in a deep voice sounding like he was about to fall asleep.

"These are the only dates I need right now. There's nothing boring about you, honey." You said hugging him from the back. He turned around to face you without breaking the hug.

"This would change, though." He said touching his nose with yours. The quick intimacy never made you uncomfortable. You would just melt in his arms and be the happiest you've ever been. He makes you feel like you're living the teenage dream. You giggled closing your eyes and giving him a peck on his nose.

"How is that, oppa?" You found it slipping your lips.

"There's this Brazilian festival I want to take you there." He said squeezing you in and lifting you off the ground and laying you smoothly on bed.

"Is it safe though?" You asked, eyes trailing him as he lays next to you. Shifting your body so that you can take a better look at his face.

"Fuck safe, now." He breathed. "I want to get dangerous with you."

He wiggled himself into the covers and covered your face. It was you and him under the sheets. A faint light making the curves of Jungkook's lips prominently shown. The beauty in the comfort was that you felt like a kid under a sheets fort and telling horror stories. The only horror thing about this was if you weren't there with him. For the first time in a while you didn't deny yourself the butterflies. There were thousands of them flying. Your dopamine was impeding you from thinking straight.

"I'll get dangerous with you anytime." You smirked, repeating his dramatic words. Taking his lips into yours, embracing them. He broke it and kissed your forehead.

"What are you doing to me?" His lips formed the words on your forehead.

"I don't think we're getting any where close to the answer." You moved into his chest and breathed the air in proximity to him. Vanilla. He smelled like a home whose mother is baking a vanilla cake. A home. You faded into sleep hypnotized by his mere presence.