Intrigue becomes fascination and fascination becomes art. And when the feeble line is crossed, when the muse becomes reality, art becomes the air you breathe in to survive. Where without a muse, would the artist be really living?
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Her lips were heaven.
Damp, soft and oh so sweet.
She was here.
Kai was here, right in my arms. So small, dainty and delicate.
She was so delicate , a petal if you will, bruised if touched a little harshley, withered if not treated well. So I took my time as my lips danced softly against hers. She tasted just as delicious as she smelt. Jasmine and honey. Sweet and addictive.
Her kisses were so different to what I was used to, yet equally as amazing. The moment my lips touched hers, all the doubt and worry was forgotten. Turned into butterflies that fluttered softly in my stomach.
I angled my face as I pulled her closer to my chest, so that she was nearly laying on top of me. Her small frame fit perfectly against mine and our legs tangled. Her small hand was resting against the side of my face, stars were dancing where the skins met. I would never forget the touch of her body. I would never dare.
She was magic. She must've been. As no one ordinary would feel like she did.
I kissed her until no air was left in our lungs. I had forgotten how to breathe. It just didn't seem important at that moment. Time had faded and the world had stopped. And perhaps so did my heart. All I knew was her. Wanting her, needing her. Every thought had long faded. Except for her. My little Kaira. Our little Kaira.
She pulled away for a shaky breath and smiled looking down at me.
I was so lost in her ocean blue eyes. Eyes so blue I could drown in. Happily and willingly.
She watched me, her chin perched up on the small hands that were resting on my chest.
"May I?" A voice spoke, pulling us out of our trance. And I smiled at my perfect boy. Stretching a hand in an invitation for him to join us.
"Did I miss the action?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows, he gave Kai a playful look that caused her to softly giggle and hide her face in my chest. Jungkook always knew what to say to ease the tension. It was one of the many things I admired about him.
His fingers gently caressed the light brown hair that cascaded around Kai and she looked up at him. I could see the relief as she realised Kook wasn't mad about the moment we had together.
He slid down beside me, laying on his side watching us for a few brief seconds.
"So I gather we are doing this?" Kook asked with a smirk, making Kaira blush again.
My hands travelled to Kaira's cheek, my index stroking the soft skin. "Are we?"
She nodded.
Enjoying this flustered state of her, the devil in me spoke before I could even attempt to stop it. "Kook, did I tell you what Kai said about our little make out session that she walked in on?"
I watched in amusement as Kaira's eyes widened and she began frantically shaking her head from left to right. "No, no." She said jumping upright to a seating position.
A loud chuckle left my lips as I watched her.
"If I recall correctly, it was something along the lines of two really hot guys..." But she cut me off, a small hand pressed against my lips and eyes pleading for mercy. I opened my mouth and imitated to bite her fingers, which resulted in her shrieking and jumping away. I caught Kook's eyes, a glimmer of mischief that was dancing in them caught my attention.
He lunged.
"Two hot guys, huh?" He laughed.
A big smile stretching his lips, he caught Kaira around her waist and in a blink of an eye his fingers roamed around her torso and she was thrown into uncontrollable fits of giggle.
This was lovely.
At the very start, it frightened me. Shook me to my core and never let go. The feeling of uncertainty. The lack of trust in myself. The doubt of my capability to share. To accept.
Yet this was wonderful.
To watch them, both of them, be so happy, so free.
They were mine and I was theirs. They were my reality.
Better than any other.
Jungkook's strong hand grasped around Kaira's wrists as he continued with the tickles, until Kaira's breaths were rapid and laboured. The distance separating their faces was now mere inches. And I saw the change in his eyes when he noticed the proximity. When he breathed in her laboured exhales. Eyes now hooded, he stared. So focused.
His hand brushed off her small waist.
I was barely breathing. Immersed in the heat of the moment that lingered around them. Like small dust particles floating in the air, glimmering in the sunlight. Yet thick, so thick, heavy and delicious.
My breath hitched as their lips touched. It was perhaps the most arousing, sensual moment of my existence, yet I was only watching.
Their noses brushed as their lips moved in a harmonious sync, small strokes of fingertips dancing around their skins.
Jungkook's lips parted, finding their way to the blush that forever tinted her cheeks in our presence. "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that." And eyes meeting mine, he smiled.
• • •
Kaira was a quiet one.
It was obvious she preferred to be left alone, though I would never describe her as a 'loner', she just wasn't that. She had herself and that brilliant mind of hers as a company, and somehow we had gotten lucky enough for her to open up to.
Granted, we hadn't known her for long enough yet it had become apparent she wore her heart on her sleeve. She refused to put a mask on for others sake, maybe not for a lack of trying yet still admirable in my eyes.
She felt everything all at once with an intensity which was apparent in the depth of her ocean blue eyes, yet she wouldn't utter a word. You had to look closely, to examine her eyes, to really look at her art to see it. To see every laugh, joy, love, tears and sorrow that she had screamed in mere paint without uttering a single word. And it was beautiful.
I brushed a stray hair which danced with every breath she took away from her sleeping face. They were in my arms, both clinging on to me in their unconscious state, where I laid wide awake.
The love of my life, my beginning. The boy who made me see. Made me feel, for the first time. The boy who held galaxies in his eyes and had a heart of gold. He looked stern in the first glance, unapproachable and perhaps arrogant. Yet he had so much love to give to the world. He loved with all his being and he gave like his life depended on it. I knew Kai saw it too. Perhaps that's why she was more drawn to him. Where he looked unapproachable at first, he made up for when you got to know him. However, I.... I always struggled to open up. It just wasn't as easy for me.
She thought me intimidating and I did her. And if it wasn't for this magnetic force that pulled me to her, perhaps neither of us would have opened up. The magnetic force and Jungkook that is.
Kaira saw the world as a canvas, as she told me many weeks prior. Everyone is painted differently in her eyes and I remember how the statement intrigued me. Some bright, some faded, some warm and some held hues of so many colours that it was hard to look away. Her words fascinated me to the point of forcing myself to see the colours in people. I myself at times felt as one of the dull, faded ones. Yet laying here, with the two beauties pressed against me, I felt like a rainbow. Bright, colourful and splendid. I was so very grateful for that.
Their sleeping faces were so serene. It was a godly sight. It really was. So I looked at them for a long minute, to memorise their each and every feature, before closing my eyes.
