::Taehyung::
I drove back to Jungkook's place. It took me less than 2 hours to reach the island. Then another several minutes until I got into the front gate. I've been here before, but it still gives me the creep. When I finally reached the front yard, I parked my car and walked towards the manor.
Every step seems to take forever. It feels like the world is spinning slowly. I walked past through hedges, statues, fountains... but just before I could reach the staircase of the façade, I stopped. My eyes widen with what I deem to see. It was a man. A man running towards my direction. Things suddenly went fast. He stumbled upon me we almost fell on the ground. Good thing we didn't. But then I realized, we both stood still because this man is hugging me tightly, like it was the last. I didn't know what was happening until he spoke. And then I came to my senses.
"I—I thought you won't be back..." he mumbled with his head buried on my chest.
"J-J-Jungkook..." I replied.
"I'm glad... really. I'm so glad... that you came. Hyung."
He's near from crying. I embraced him and pat his back. Jungkook is shaking. I don't know why, but I just moved on my own. I didn't even question myself, or him... with what situation we're in. I did not speak, but continued to pat him like a child. We stayed that way for a moment, until he let go from the hug.
"Jungkook... are you... alright?" I finally asked.
"Yes... I guess." He answered.
"Huh? Why?"
"I'm just happy... so happy I overreacted. Sorry. He-he" he chuckled.
"No. I'm sorry. It took me so long."
"It's okay." He said. "This time... I won't let go of you."
"Huh? Did you say something?" I asked.
"Ah no. it's nothing." He chuckled again. "Let's go."
And then he grabbed my hand and dragged me inside his house.
"W-Wait... where are we going?" I cooed.
"I'm in the mood today...so..."
"W-What!? M-Mood??" I fussed even more. Why is this happening? It's so fast—
"Ha-ha. What are you thinking?" he answered.
"Huh?"
"I promised you, right? That I'll be doing a portrait of you. So we better do it now cuz I'm in the mood" he explained.
"Ahh!" I'm so embarrassed. I can feel my face heating up and I know, right now, it's filling with red tint cuz of what I am thinking just a while back. What the heck, Taehyung.
"Heh..." he looked back at me with a teasing grin on his face, like its saying straight to me, 'how pervert'.
Argh! I couldn't get any embarrassed as this.
Inside his gallery lies a studio where Jungkook, most likely, do his artworks. I'm quite amazed as usual, cuz' I didn't get to see this room back when I was here. There's a set of couches of different designs, backdrops and blank canvases leaning aside. But something is weird the first time I look at it. Don't know if it's just me... but, everything... seems to be a set up. Oh well, I might be thinking things too much.
"Hyung, you can do whatever pose you like." he said.
"Ah... b-but, I'm not used to doing things like this... so I don't know what to do."
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In Front of His Throne | taekook
Fanfiction"Hyung... i had hoped... we did not met this way. I love you. I really do" Jungkook told to himself as he stare blankly at the older's tainted, scratched portrait.
