⊱Tu me fais devenir fou⊰

You make me go insane

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On a bright, sunny Saturday, I woke up earlier than ever and it was before noon. A weird energizing feeling coursed through me, propelling me to continue my artwork for the Figure painting class.

I wanted to paint.

Prepping the easel, I grabbed my pencil and accentuated the line art while humming a song that had been playing in stores lately. The lining was perfect and I smiled to myself in triumph, pleased that this one would turn out better than my Gluttony painting.

Finishing with my pencil, I searched for my palette but a thought struck me, bringing my eyes back to the white and black canvas. The Gluttony painting of mine was definitely mediocre because of the color choices in terms of shading and the beginner's technique I used.

I definitely didn't want that to happen with this one.

Leaving my room to head towards another, I walked into Jungkook's dorm room without knocking out of habit. There was no one inside but the door was open, so he was obviously in. As I searched around the room, I found the bathroom door open, so I pushed it wider only to walk in on him showering...

Without the curtains closed...

I gasped with my hand over my mouth, my heart beginning to pound in my ears, and my eyes unintentionally slid down, scanning him to confirm what I was seeing. When he immediately found me in the room, staring, or rather, ogling at him, he let out a not so manly yelp and covered his you-know-what.

"Out!"

"Agreed!" I exclaimed promptly and ran out of the bathroom with wobbly legs before sliding down the closed door with my back.

My face started burning. The view of his muscles flexing with every move and his skin glistening by the water streaming down his body was plaguing my mind. His broad shoulders and his tiny waist with all the glorious details in between, and his thick thighs- gosh, his thighs... His strong thighs that had my eyes glued, with the prominent v-line just above them that led to-

"Oh hecking stars, stop!" I slapped my cheeks repeatedly.

So that was what he was hiding under all those oversized clothes...

So lethal...

Soon, he came out of the bathroom, dressed appropriately. After an awkward exchange of greetings I butchered and my endless apologies with flushed cheeks, we settled ourselves on the new couch he bought. He offered me some cookies which I never ate, afraid that I would choke because of all the nerves malfunctioning my brain.

I couldn't help but glance at him, specifically his body from time to time while I was sipping the juice he gave me. How did he have such a good body, better than everyone else's? It was so unfair.

"Why are you drinking from an empty cup for the last two minutes?"

Flinching, I nearly hurled the cup across the room.

"There were... few droplets..."

Sure, there were, you idiot... And you had to drink them, right?

Jungkook crossed his arms and gave me a deep frown that had me gulping in fear. "Why did you come in while I was showering?"

"I didn't know!" I raised my voice in defense.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "I clearly locked the door. How did you come inside?"

"Well, it clearly wasn't! The door was ajar and I just walked inside thinking it was fine."

His eyes narrowed. "Really?"

I nodded vigorously. "Really! I'm not a pervert!"

A sigh escaped him and he crossed his legs. "Okay, then. Let's pretend that never happened..."

My eyes unconsciously slipped down to his torso and the imagines came back to flash before my eyes.

"What did you want?"

"Your body- I mean! Your opinion! Opinion!" I yelled, sitting up straight and hitting the cushion. "On my sketch!"

Jungkook's eyes were as wide as saucers and all I wanted to do then was to dig up a whole and bury myself. My face couldn't flush more than that.

"That was smooth."

My head snapped to the familiar husky voice who belonged to none other than Sloth.

The dark haired Sin gave me a lazy smile as if he did something great. "In case you didn't know, he indeed locked, but yours truly did his work to help you."

"You!" I didn't hesitate to hurl my plastic cup at him but he disappeared before it could hit him much to my disappointment. How could he embarrass me like that? Help, my ass.

Jungkook jumped forward, shocked. "A-Are you okay? What's there?"

Suddenly feeling guilty, I stared at him with an open mouth.

A ghost? A toast? An unbearable little turd?

"Listen, I'm so sorry. I never intended for this to happen," I sighed, standing up. "You must be feeling violated."

"Where are you going?"

"To leave you?" I answered unsurely. "I thought you wouldn't want to be with me now, so..."

"I said it's fine." He pulled my hand to have me sit down and gave me an assuring smile. "As long as you feel guilty and sorry, it's okay. You needed my opinion on your sketch, didn't you?"

I nodded slowly, surprised at how lightly he took this situation, considering his character. I saw him fully naked and he was brushing it off like that? Was he not as embarrassed as I was?

Soon enough, he started giving me a few pointers on shading with paint. As someone who spent years honing his skills, he certainly had extensive knowledge. It was admirable how he knew exactly what I lacked and gave me advice on them in particular.

He showed me some of his trials and errors, swiping through photos on his phone, and it genuinely helped me get a better understanding on the techniques I should use.

"And just don't paint on a spot over and over again too much. It'll make the colors fade and dirty the paper," he warned with a serious look. "Too much fixing will ruin the whole thing."

"Right... There's beauty in every color combination. I understand... Your paintings are so beautiful," I whispered in awe, still staring at the picture on his phone with a moon over a cloud and stars surrounding it. "You say they don't have much meaning, but they seem to hold so much meaning behind them. So beautiful. So talented."

As I looked up at Jungkook when he turned his head to me, I realized just how close we were. Our hands holding his phone on each side, our arms touching, our thighs brushing, and our faces were close enough to feel each other's breath on our skins.

Before I could react, an unknown force threw me forward, making me lose balance with my hand slipping off the couch and falling on top of Jungkook, pushing him down with his head against the cushion.

Feeling his firm chest against mine, my heart nearly broke out of my ribcage, beating the fastest it ever had. The mind numbing scent of him completely shut down my control over my limbs. My face was in his neck and my hands were against his upper arms as he held my waist firmly. Taking a breath was so difficult.

Swallowing thickly, I lifted my head up a little and came face to face with him.

Once his eyes found mine, I fell into the dark abyss in them.

Captured. Entranced. Mesmerized.

I had never felt this way. Always hypnotized people, but never got hypnotized myself. Always made people go crazy with my movements, but never got crazy myself. Never been tortured with a need to touch someone.

Just feeling him like this was enough to reel my mind in insanity. His presence and his touch had such dangerous effect on me. It was terrifying but so addicting. And my nerves were screaming at me to feel more.

"Your phone," I whispered after finally regaining my senses.

His eyes sprang to motion, searching mine. "What?"

Gaining some strength, I lifted myself off from him and reached down to the floor to grab his phone that was fortunately in one piece. Clearing my throat, I handed him the device and sat far away from him. My heart was still beating erratically and his touches were etched onto my body.

"Ah, thanks," he stammered and sat up straight immediately.

"And where's my thanks," Sloth snickered beside me, making my brows twitch.

"It seems today is just not the day," I blurted, standing up, and walked to the door with my hand gripping Sloth's. "Thank you for the help. Bye then."

After we were outside Jungkook's dorm, I snarled at the pale skinned Sin.

"Clench your teeth."

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