Still With You - BTS Jungkook Fanfiction

Chapter 3: Acrylic

You splash the water on your face again and again. "urghhh." you groaned, making people stare at you in the ladies room. You took a deep breath and close the tap. Then, you took a good look at your self in the mirror. "Why am I so dumb?". You thought of what Jungkook said to you. 'I never met a girl like you.'

"Uggrhhhhh. He must think I'm dumb!" you whisper screamed. You check your phone when the notification dings.

'From: Mom 🥰

Don't forget the appointment today!

You sighed. 'Again?' you thought. Suddenly, all the embarrassment goes away. 'It's not like anyone is going to remember me.' you thought. You were relieved by your own thoughts. After freshening up, you went to the art studio to continue your acrylic artwork. The studio was empty, just like every day. People usually do the work in their own college room but you prefer here. You sat on the stool in front of your easel and put down your bag. You tied your hair loosely and start painting. You paint the ocean seashore. Every detail matters to you, you were to concentrate, not even minding the environment around you.

The sunlight made your brown eyes glow. 'Quit staring at her!' Jungkook thought to himself. 'You're an idol, you can't fall in love right now.' He sighed and took an empty canvas. Jungkook set it on his easel and start sketching.

One hour later Jungkook was done sketching. He thought he would paint the sketch tomorrow. He has dance practice with the members in 30 minutes, so he has to go home now. He took the white sheet and covered his canvas. Jungkook smiled when he looks at you. You were too focused on your painting that you didn't even notice your hair got blue paint. 'Still beautiful.' Jungkook took his bag and left the room.

When Jungkook left the room you finally lift your head up. You stretched your arms and yawns. All the painting made you forgot about the appointment. You sighed and put your canvas to the drying spot. Then you wash your hands in the studio sink. The thing about acrylic is, it's really-Really! hard to remove. So you rub your hands harshly, the more you rub the more pain you feel, the more harder you think about the appointment and your mother. You cried and bend down, letting your arms support you on the sink. You cried for a moment alone. The water was still flowing on your hand. Some paint still won't come off.

When you finally have the courage. You stood up straight, wipe your nose and wash your face. Taking breaths, you calm yourself. You didn't even mind getting rid of the dry pain on your hand. You took your bag and walked out of the studio looking like nothing happened. When you get back to your college from the faculty, you took your car and drove straight to the hospital.

Your mom was already there waiting for the doctor. You smiled at her. When the nurse calls, you both got inside the room. The doctors were already there. Just when you sat on the chair, your mother apologises. She had to get back to her work. Like always.

"Miss y/n ready for your chemotherapy?"