⊱ Le bonheur vous convient⊰

Happiness suits you

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With hastened steps and a huge grin, I headed to Jungkook's dorm and threw the door open, unaware of another person sitting on his bed with him.

"Hi Jung- Oh, sorry for interrupting..."

I quickly curbed my tongue as the wide eyes of an elderly man in his forties, the terribly familiar doe eyes of the spitting image of Jungkook fell on me.

His father, perhaps?

The man smiled warmly and shook his hand at me. "No no it's fine. I'm Jungkook's father. Are you his girlfriend?"

The sudden question, though harmless, had my nerves running rampant in a split second. Did I look like someone who would be his son's girlfriend? Had he never met Jia?

"No, I'm- his friend," I squeaked out involuntarily before clearing my throat. It was confusing why I was so flustered before the man. "I, uh, just wanted to show Kook- Jungkook my finished artwork."

Lifting the canvas in my hand, I finally glanced at the said boy who was sitting on his desk, facing his father. His expression was more stoic than what I was used to. Somehow detached. His blank eyes weren't focusing on one thing for long, darting to the floor instead as if he was drawing a pattern on it with his gaze.

"Oh, then, come on in," Jungkook's father chimed, breaking my trance, and I realized I hadn't taken a step inside.

"Don't let me stop you." He gestured towards his son who gave me a curious look.

Forcing a smile at the man, I took wobbly steps towards Jungkook and turned my canvas to show him the Gluttony painting I had finished just recently. The moment his eyes zeroed in on the painting, my heart picked up its pace and pumped scorching blood to every inch of my body like a feverish human organ. His thoughts on my work and just a simple nod of approval seemed somehow vital for me after I was done with the painting.

Jungkook smiled after a moment of inspection and the sun shone in my heart, melting the worries it was overflowing with.

"Amazing," he admitted, looking up at me and his eyes formed the beautiful crescents I liked seeing.

"Wow, you're really talented, young lady," a voice exclaimed, and I turned to the old man marveling at my work with a surprised expression, scratching the edges of the canvas. He was complimenting me, too?

"Oh, it's not... well..."

"Are you improving your skills to at least paint like her Jungkook? Let's see yours."

My eyes widened. I asked myself if I heard it right. But from the disapproving look he was giving Jungkook, it was apparent that I indeed heard correctly.

"Mine's not finished yet so I can't show you," Jungkook whispered and faced the floor again, scratching his nails.

My brow twitched. From what I knew, he actually finished it way before me.

"Well," the old man sighed with his lips curled into what seemed like disappointment, "I hope you're using your time wisely and improving yourself like you're supposed to. With a skill like yours, you won't be sought out by any company. Trash. Embarrassing."

My mouth dropped. I couldn't bring myself to believe that it was really happening, that he was actually insulting Jungkook like it was a damn breathing exercise.

"Kid your age are starting businesses and becoming millionaires. And yet you're doing nothing to pay your father back for bringing you into this world and taking care of you."

At that point I wasn't aware that I had started yelling at the overbearing man. Red, hot, unfiltered anger had taken control of my sanity and I was standing before the man with my hands balled in fists when I realized what I was doing.

"He's more amazing than what you're making him out to be, sir," I snarled at the shocked man in the end, finishing my outburst that I couldn't remember, and gripped my canvas before storming out of the dorm room.

The fact that Jungkook's father degraded him like that, right in front of his friend even, was unbelievable. But the fact that I lost my cool like that was even more unbelievable.

I wasn't a human... Emotions weren't a part of me. Even though they were temporary, being driven by my emotions to the point of losing control of myself?

It was disgraceful for a Sin.

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It took me four scoops of ice cream and a whole lot of pep talk to finally calm myself and arrive at Jungkook's doorstep once again. I told myself that it wasn't my problem even if he got degraded like that just a few seconds ago, but a slight tinge of dull ache spread through my chest when his dejected expression flashed before my eyes.

Forgetting to gain permission to enter once again while deep in thoughts, I swung the door open and found the boy sitting alone in the dim, silent room. He was hunched over his desk, not even noticing me walk in.

I gasped once I recognized the canvas he was painting and marched towards him to grab his hand immediately.

"What are you doing?!" I yelled in panic and he looked at me with those empty eyes again.

"Fixing this."

'Fixing'? The painting was already finished and it needed no fixing whatsoever.

I grimaced, remembering that old man's sickening words. "Is this because of your father?"

Jungkook suddenly flinched and looked away. Although I didn't know what kind of a relationship he had with his father, it didn't seem healthy. Seeing his hopeless expression, the dull ache returned as my initial shock faded, and a weird urge to fight his father came with it.

"Please stop," I whispered, grabbing both of his hands and making him face me as I sat on the bed beside him. "You shouldn't be fixing something that doesn't need fixing... If anyone says you're untalented, that's literal bullshit, you hear me? Total bullshit!"

His doe eyes watched me in silence and I wondered if he was thinking that I was talking nonsense. But I just couldn't accept it.

I couldn't accept him beat himself up because of some absurd lies.

"Don't pay attention to those words, Kookie. You-"

I froze when I saw tears brimming his eyes that were still fixed on me. Was it something I said?

"Jung-"

I jumped a little when his head suddenly dropped on my shoulder. While I was trying to make sense of the situation, his hands came up to grip my arms, making everything in me still, except for my heart.

"I just always try so hard to fix everything but they never work out in the end," he whispered against my neck, his voice shaky and tired. "Maybe I deserve this... maybe I'm the reason my parents split up and the reason they are never satisfied with me... I won't amount to anything..."

My chest squeezed and I gently held his form. How could he even think that way?

"None of it is your fault, please don't blame yourself, Kookie," I hushed him as softly as I could. "You're more than enough. You're the most hardworking, talented and kindhearted person I know. And I will fight whoever disagrees... Even you."

His warm breath brushed my skin when he snorted. The corners of my lips got tugged up slightly, hearing him laugh.

"Even if they don't show it, your parents must love you..."

"I don't believe in love," he suddenly interrupted, halting my breathing.

Huh?

"Even if there is love out there, I'm sure it would brush past me," he muttered, tightening his hold on me.

"But Jungkook, what about Jia?"

"...I hope we get there someday."

I couldn't understand his words. Was he saying he was unlovable? Because his parents never showed him love?

Breaking away from him, I frowned with a slight pout. "I'll compliment you until you get tired of it because that's what you deserve!"

Jungkook moved away as well with a faint smile and stained cheeks. "You don't have to-"

"But I will," I huffed, tired from him dodging compliments and praises. "You're fucking talented. Your pinky holds more talent than all the art students combined!"

My shoulders eased when he burst into laughter. "Okay, stop, you're embarrassing me."

Grinning, I continued, "I get ashamed of holding a brush after looking at your painting."

His smile grew wider and I loved seeing his crescent eyes. "Please no-"

"Other guys can just shrivel in shame next to your godly presence."

"Stap-"

"Your laugh just lights up the whole world," I confessed without thinking and he grabbed my arms to shake me in embarrassment.

"Okay, okay!"

Proud of erasing his worries, I beamed at him in victory.

Happiness suited him more...

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I'm alive 🤠

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Sexual tension and mature stuff ahead 😔

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