The Exchange

Chapter 1

The Exchange

Chapter 1

You're mine,

I already told you, you'll be back into my arms.

Those words again keep coming into my dreams. I ended up having a nightmare. This keeps coming until I reach 18, I am already 24. At first, it gets a sweat out of me. I get to use of it. After he says those words. I woke up and faded these dreams out of my head. 

"Jungkook!" I hear Hoseok hyung coming again to my art room where I sleep again. I look at my paintings. He opened my messy room, he gasped not the first time he saw my naked body. 

"You immature brats, you sleep again here." He exclaimed and I rolled my eyes in frustration―  I needed a space from his scolding onwards.

"You didn't understand― " 

"Because you're an artist, even Yoongi support you… I know, I know," I heard a plate sound out of the plastic. 

"Let me bet, you buy another breakfast meal at fast food." I tease at him.

"Shut up brat, you didn't eat any healthy food, only banana milk, look at your room." He pointed to tons of banana milk, everywhere in my room. “This is a fortress of cans of banana milk.” I notice all the cans around my room. 

"Hyung, I'll ask Granny to clean my room again." I excuse myself from my trash. At least Granny understands me the most.

"Oh, speaking of Granny. She's not coming here today. I'll assign you a new one." Hoseok hyung stated as frowned in confusion on my worries.

"What happened?" 

"Her grandson found unconscious on the street, they said he was drunk but according to his medical record they didn't find any sign of alcohol in his blood. He was so pale, good thing he survive but he admitted to the hospital for two days. The police already investigate the situation.” He explained, I ignore his story, my mind doesn't have any inspiration today. “Are you listening Jk?” I snapped my thoughts on his worried voice. He glanced at my empty sketch, even the marble. I order from Jimin still untouched. Hoseok hyung shopks his head unto me. He knew, my inspiration not in yet. 

"I apologize hyung, I search for short things like artists do, but― " I scratch my head and puff. "Nothing happened," I shrugged and shifted playfully on him. Showing his side and sighing.

"Maybe," He hummed, thinking of any idea. he could give. "Ah… How about you come to the Jimin's Company party." I awe in disgust. In any sort of idea in his head― why a party?

"Hyung! In all things I.HATE.PARTY. PERIOD." I pointed out, I hate drinking and flirting with women around even men.

There are times when a muscular guy wants to harass me. After that day, they found his death lifeless in the alleyway― Good riddance. 

"JK, Jimin is not a kind low-life fellow that invites thugs." I rolled eyes, mimicking his crazy movements. "Beside, Namjoon also invited including Yoongi and me." He added, I didn't answer and he also didn't wait for approval, just leave my premises for nothing. 

I sip another bottle of mt banana milk and spit out of me. I looked at my bottle and realized I drank my paint water. 

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The party filled with well-manner people― Maybe, that horse-face has a point.

I clutched my black suit and tied naturally my tie, also bottoning my sleeves bottom. Putting a hair cream on my long cenntered hair. I look at the mirror in the bathroom before I put mysle to the dugeoen of misery. 

My smile filled my face as I saw my crush, his name was Kim Namjoon. He own the auction and the gallery where I put all my works.

"Namjoon Hyung," My face coundlnt contain the happiness inside of me. He turn his attention greeting a dimple-smile on his cheek.

"Its been a long time Jungkook," A elongated hands touch my hands, a handshake, smiling on him while I hid my true exploding emotion. In a matter of fact. I had a hard stan feeling to Namjoon Hyung, in my assumption. He like boys too― I guess.

Jimin appear behind Namjoon they bth stare to each other which I found there soeone uncanny realtionship between them. I'm not a type of person who interloper on relationship between two people. 

"Jungkook, how your work did you find your precuous ispiratation." I smirks in disapproval. He asked those question because he always mentioned myself as his one of his great so I say money cow. I gain 10 time more than his 10 artist. 

"Not yet Hyung, still working." I answered, drinking my chapagne. "So, Hyung. I never thought you and Jimin knows each other." Jimin chuckle on my question, I cannot tell this both men had something hiding on their back moreveer to everyone. 

"You'll see, Min Jungkook." He playfully smile on me, I ddint havebtine for his childish modes. I went to food section and pour a red as in pure red same as a color of a blood. Blood streaming on their replenish the dry throat. Those sparkle eyes staring at my soul. Those beautiful red eyes same as a color of a blood. 

"Jungkook," 

My hallucnatoiion snnaped by the calllof my Hyung. I shift my head, seeing his worry gaze reflecting on his brown-color eyes. 

"Are you alright?" I silently nodded. I follow his eyes and realize my wine is already full. 

"Are you sure?" He repeated the question, this time a truth. 

"Yes, Hyung beside, this party is for Jimin Hyung become the major stock holder of this company." I drink my wine but I spit out immediately the wine puting the wine on my Hyung's sleeves. 

"Jungkook, what's wrong with you?" I wipe the remaining wine and notice the consistency of the wine is not liquid anymore… blood. I froze on my place, my body got frigid. I cannot move even the tip of my finger and toes. 

"Jungkook!" 

"Jungkook!" 

"Jungkook," I snapped again and this time Yoongi Hyung stared steadily at me. "Jungkook, you're worrying me." I blinked for a second and saw a man walking pass behind the crowd. I knew who he was?

"That man, the man keeps coming on my dream, he's here." 

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