The next morning, you decided to paint the sunrise.

You're currently standing at your front porch with a canvas laid out in front of you, a paint set laid out and your brush in your hand as you place the end of the brush against your chin.

Squinting one eye, you try to figure out the right colors to mix to be able to accurately represent one of the shades of the sunrise.

The sky is a reddish, orange hue, one that isn't a primary color found in your palette. You stick your tongue out against the side of your mouth as you move the brush away from your face.

Grabbing your mixing palette, you start to grab the orange, red, and some hints of the yellow and test out different amounts of each to give you the right shade.

While you're doing this, you hear the sound of music beginning to play from one of the houses in the neighborhood. This causes you to furrow your eyebrows as you look down at your phone.

It's only 6:13 in the morning... guess I'm not the only early bird in this neighborhood.

You look to your left, trying to figure out where the source of noise is coming from.

To your surprise, you think the music is coming from Jimin's home.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you try to get a glimpse into his window from your porch but fail. Shaking your head, you start to look back at the sun as you start making light strokes of the paintbrush bristles onto the canvas. The soft strokes slowly start to build the color onto the blank canvas, accentuating your love for warm toned shades.

When you're about to make a precise line on the canvas, you hear the sound of someone loudly yelling, causing you to flinch.

There goes my sunrise.

The circular shape of the yellow sun now has a streak of red flowing through the middle of it.

Sighing, you place the paintbrush down before making your way towards your home once more, leaving the now ruined canvas on the porch. Entering your kitchen, you begin washing your hands from the different paint colors splattered all over your hands as you examine Jimin's home.

While lathering your hands with soap, you get a glimpse of Jimin in his home. He's dancing to the music momentarily before turning his head to look at another figure in his home. You pause your movements as your heart drops to your stomach.

There's a pair of heels in Jimin's home, followed by a purse sitting on his coffee table. The woman isn't in view, but you know she's there.

He has a girl with him?

Jimin places his hands on his hips as he stares over at the other person in the room. Nodding his head, he slows down his movements and goes step-by-step as the other critiques his dancing. His shoulders slump as he nods his head again, starting to grow frustrated by his dancing. Kicking his foot forward, he allows his sneaker-covered feet to meet his couch.

As you watch, you press your lips together, rinsing your hands. You grab the towel near your sink and start to dry your hands while Jimin sits down on the floor, his back facing you as he buries his face in his hands.

Why isn't she helping him? He's struggling.

You lean forward to get a better view of him, which causes your nose to collide with the window once again, making a loud thud.

Jimin's head pops up upon hearing this as he turns, looking in your direction over his shoulder. You hide the pain in your face and grab a random plate near you, holding it up. You mouth the words 'dropped this, sorry' before placing the plate back onto the drying rack of the sink as you gesture for him to get back to the person he's with.

Jimin's eyes widen as he turns his body around to face you, holding a hand out as he shakes his head. His lips form into a pouting shape as he quickly struggles to stand up while you start to turn around, moving away from the window as you cowardly rush to your bedroom.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Not again.

You quickly plop onto your bed, covering your face with the palms of your hands.

I just watched Jimin get dance lessons from a girl. This is the first girl I saw him with since we've broken up.

While you're in your room, head in your hands as you hunch over your bed, Jimin is now fully standing up as he places the palm of his hands onto the windowsill. Staring at your window, he lets out a soft sigh before combing his fingers through his hair.

"What's wrong?" the woman in his kitchen asks. He softly shakes his head before turning to the voice as he gulps.

"I..." he runs his fingers through his hair as he looks over at them. "Nothing, mom." He shakes his head before stepping away from his window to begin his routine again.

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You're outside, carrying the ruined painting into your house, sighing as you avoid looking at Jimin's house. You didn't want to feel the embarrassment and disappointment in your body again.

You'd spent the day hoping he'd text, call or stop by to explain, and it hit you while you were waiting.

He won't do those things.

He's not your boyfriend anymore. He isn't obligated to go out of his way to do those things.

He can date if he wants to. He can see other people if he wants to. He's a natural flirt without trying 99% of the time, and you're not surprised that he already has a girl in his home.

I can't just expect him to beg for me back. He already spent months trying to get me into this relationship in the first place. He's probably tired of trying.

Pausing your movements, you set the painting back down and decide to pack up your paints first to organize them. Leaning over, you begin to take a clean wipe and wipe down the colors that got mixed together accidentally.

Some black has gotten into the yellow, some red has gotten into the blue, and many more colors ended up getting splattered across the palette.

It's funny, actually. The colors that got mixed together are the emotions you've felt throughout the day. The yellow, your happiness, was overshadowed by the feeling of disappointment, the black. You felt a mixture of sadness, the blue, along with some jealousy, the red, in your chest the moment you saw the pair of heels and the purse sitting on his coffee table.

"Y/N?" you're snapped out of your trance at the sound of a quiet voice.

Jumping in your spot, you take the paintbrush in your hand and place the object between your knuckles. The hard, handle side is facing outwards while the brush, coated in multiple paint colors is now touching your palm as you turn to the figure, holding the brush out as a weapon.

It may be small, but it has the capability of poking someone's eye out.

"Whoa, whoa!" the figure jumps back, holding up both hands as his eyes go wide. The fright in your face leaves as your shoulders slump into a relaxed state. Placing your hand on your chest, you let out a breath you were holding in as you allow the brush to drop to your side.

You take the rag you had been using to clean everything to wipe some of the paint that was on your palm off.

"Jungkook, don't scare me like that." You state while huffing as you continue to clean up.

The man glances down at his feet as he nervously bites his plump lower lip.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." He mumbles before he clears his throat. His eyes are locked on his large, black boots as he continues to nibble on his lower lip.

You pick up the paint palette, paintbrush and the rag, holding the materials in one hand as you look over at Jungkook. Raising an eyebrow, you sense the odd aura he's giving off.

Unable to pin your finger on it, you can feel the weird vibe in the air.

Embarrassment? Nervousness? Sadness? You can't tell. It feels like all three.

"It's fine," you speak slowly, causing his head to pop up a little bit, no longer staring at his shoes, but still avoiding eye contact. He's now staring at your shoulder. "What are you doing here, Jungkook?" you ask softly, your voice still coming out slowly as you stare hesitantly at the man.

"Oh... I-uh..." he lets out a nervous laugh before he points behind him. "Taehyung... he, uh... he told me that I got really, really drunk last night with you." You arch an eyebrow as you stare at the nervous man. He gulps and you can see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he does so.

"Oh... yeah, you kinda did." You say with a laugh.

"I'm so sorry for anything that I said or did last night," he starts before covering his face with his palms. "I don't remember anything, but I just needed to apologize before I even ask what I did or said." He sighs before closing his eyes tightly, causing wrinkles by his eyes to form.

You bite onto your lower lip as you remember what he told you.

Are you joking around with me? There's no way you'd have such a creepy fantasy like that.

You can feel the embarrassment bubbling in your stomach again as you grow anxious.

I'm creepy.

You begin to bite onto your lower lip as you avoid eye contact with Jungkook. The words begin to haunt you as much as they did the night before.

Knowing Jungkook was drunk should make you feel better, but it doesn't. One could argue that he didn't mean it because he was drunk. One could argue that he wasn't thinking coherently. One could argue multiple other things.

That's not how you see this situation.

You see this situation as it is. When people get drunk, they say what they're thinking without thinking first. They're honest because the devil of a liquid hypnotizes them into being in a state of incoherence. It allows people to speak without thinking, almost like a truth-telling serum, and you have the perfect example in mind: Joy.

Joy would never admit her crush on Jin to you. No matter how much you'd tease her, ask her, or try setting her up with him, she would never. She's too stubborn for that. Once that horrid liquid entered her body, she told the truth: she likes him. She spent her time with him while under the influence of that drink.

So, why would Jungkook be any different?

He called you creepy. He thinks your kink is creepy. He was speaking what he was thinking, without thinking first. You know he meant it.

"Y/N?" Jungkook asks, his eyes wide as he gets the courage to look at your face finally. Your face is blank, except for your eyes. Your eyes show a hint of sadness while the rest of your face remains blank.

His lips press together in a thin line as he stares at you, guilt evident in his face. "Oh fuck... I said or did something bad last night, didn't I?" he runs his fingers through his hair as he tugs at the ends with both hands.

You snap out of your thoughts and stare at the man. You press your lips together as you glance over at Jimin's house. Whoever was in there earlier is most likely still in there now.

Whether it's his unbearable boss Candace, his shameless coworker Sowon, or a girl you've never met, you can feel her presence.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry for saying or doing anything disrespectful to you. I promise, I really didn't mean to do anything disrespectful." Jungkook continues as he slaps his palm against his forehead, guilt becoming stronger as he grumbles 'pabo, pabo, pabo' under his breath. He looks up at you, inhaling a sharp breath through his nostrils as he steps closer to you, causing you to freeze. "I didn't touch you inappropriately or anything, right? I didn't insult you either, right?"

Licking your lips, you contemplate whether or not to tell the man what happened.

Maybe it's a blessing in disguise that he doesn't remember calling you creepy. Maybe, just maybe, this will give you an easy out to get him to stop flirting with you.

Yes, Jimin's moved on, but if Jungkook thinks your kink is so creepy, he's probably not the one you should be moving on with. This, combined with the fact that he's part of the reason your relationship ended in the first place, gives you a second reason to not mention the incident to him.

You muster up a smile.

"Jungkook, relax." You state while holding your hands out reassuringly. "You didn't insult me. You just kept trying to flirt with me is all." You state while shrugging.

His composure instantly freezes as he stares down at you. He silently questions a 'really?' through his eyes as his eyes innocently sparkle up at you.

"S-so I didn't do anything to hurt you or disrespect you?" you softly smile as you slowly shake your head.

"Besides trying to kiss me? No." you softly laugh.

He's not going to buy this.

To your surprise, he does.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry for trying to kiss you." He states while covering his eyes with his hands.

"It's okay, you just leaned in to do it. You didn't actually kiss me. You just fell asleep on my shoulder before I called Taehyung." He nods his head slowly.

"Okay..." he trails off before letting out a relieved sigh. "Again, I'm sorry for trying to kiss you." He states, laughing a little. You nod your head and give him a friendly smile before you pick up the rag that fell on the floor during his panic.

"Thank you for coming to check on me. I forgive you," you state before grinning at him. "But, I have to get all of my painting equipment back inside, so I guess I'll see you at work on Monday." You softly smile.

Jungkook nods his head before he gives you a small smile.

"Oh, okay," he bites his lower lip before starting to turn his body away from you. He starts walking towards the front steps as he waves at you. "I'll see you Monday, Y/N. Thank you for allowing me to apologize." He bows politely while pressing his palms together, his hands pressed together while he bows. You nod your head and bow back before watching as he walks down the steps.

Jimin may have moved on from me, but I'm not ready to move on... and when I do move on, it's not going to be with Jungkook.

***
I decided to do a random update today. I was planning on having this series end on the week of August 10. However, when I looked at my summer class schedule, that's the week of my final exam and presentation. So, the plan now is to have the last 5 chapters up on the first week of August instead.

To do this, I have to post 2 chapters early and well, here's one of them. The other chapter will probably be up next week.

So, that's the final schedule for Voyeurism! It'll be finished on August 7th. The story finishes at chapter 70, but I have the bonus chapter that I promised all of you as well.

If I didn't mention this already, during the last week of updates, I'll be posting daily for the last 5 chapters.

I don't really have any new news about the BLM from what I've seen on social media. Sadly, there's no changes with Breonna Taylor's murderers; they're still roaming the streets when they should be in jail. However, some people protesting for Breonna got arrested. It's sad how corrupt the system is, don't you think? Murderers are roaming free while people fighting for justice are the ones behind bars.

But I'm here to say: it's going to be okay. Do you know that Martin Luther King Jr. was arrested 29 times? They can try silencing us by arresting protestors, but newsflash: IT WON'T WORK. Mr. King showed us that and I know he'd be pretty damn proud if he saw how many people are supporting the BLM movement.

Change takes time, unfortunately, but that doesn't mean it can't be done. It can be.

How are all of you doing? Not just physically but mentally and emotionally? I hope you're all well.

I'm not feeling the best today. I'm feeling down and a little stressed. I cried last night and I think I'm being a little hard on myself bc I don't understand something in my class right now.

I love interacting with all of you, it makes me feel better talking to you.

I love you. I purple you.

Kim 💜