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:・ﾟ
･ﾟ✧
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ㄥ|爪|ㄒㄥ乇丂丂

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ch⁸- he, who's insomniac

---.ᴥ︎ᴥ︎ᴥ︎ᴥ︎.---

He stands there, all in his nude glory, his skin glowing under the radiance of the soft beams of the moonlight. Any previous traces of wounds or scars are shockingly non-existent. All that is left is eternal beauty, and his soft expressions that define his persona.

His gaze is as gentle as feather on me, as if he fixes to caress all parts of my soul solely with his entrancing murky eyes.

The midnight breeze enters through the window in front of which he stands, passing through my loose tresses, and I feel a shiver pass down my spine when he casually leans away from the window frame to saunter towards me, his every step as teasing as his gaze is.

Soon enough, he's inches away from me, and leaning closer in, he pushes the locks draped over my shoulder back. In my ears he whispers, his voice as smooth as honey.

"Beautiful."

Shivers envelope now not only my spine, but the entire surface of my body covered by skin. He kisses me firmly on my neck.

My palms, when I feel my knees weaken, fly up to his chiseled torso, this action coming as naturally as looking into his eyes is.

He leans back, only to repeat the gesture over the other shoulder. His skin under my fingertips, is smooth as pearl, although I'd love it the same even if it was scarred, or imperfect.

His lips trace the small curve of my ear lobe, as his breath tickles my skin. My heart flutters, feeling lighter than it ever has.

This moment, it feels as beautiful as ethereal.

When I look up, his gaze, however, changes. It remains soft, but at the same time, it does not hold the emotions, that adoration it held just seconds earlier.

"Morning is here,"

He starts slipping away from my fingers, stepping back and further away from me. Surprisingly though, I can't feel his absence, his touch still living on my skin.

I try to hold onto him, I try to pull him to me again, but I can not move my limbs. All I can do is watch him walk backwards, his lips moving to produce words all vague to my ears.
Until they start to make sense.

"Wake up."

The skin of my cheeks burn as I feel something delicately glide over them.
Until it too, is completely gone.

The displeasure of shivers, unlike the pleasant ones a few minutes back, hits me, compelling my eyes to flutter open.

It's dark, yet there's a little glow from the oil lamp that shines across his face, highlighting his smooth cheekbones and prominent jawline.

He's ethereal.

He glances down at me, his eyes a bit distant after losing their emotions that had existed with a beautiful warmth just a few minutes ago, sighs, and then goes back at looking up at the wooden ceiling that shelters our bodies.

The ghost of warm fingers that once had surfed over the skin of my arms, teases me upon my awake, as I finally realise where I am.

I sit up with a violent jolt, as a result of which is blurred vision, and when it finally clears away, my cheeks dust themselves a deep rouge.

"I been trying to wake you up for a while now. Hadn't perceived you as a heavy sleeper." He clicks his tongue in annoyance.

"That, and you talk in your sleep."

And that, had me almost passing out with utter embarrassment.

It was a dream, all of it that I'd seen was. And I don't even want to go to what all I must have said while sleeping.

I scramble to my feet, dropping the quilt that had covered me (to my unknown), and drag my hands across my face to make myself a bit presentable.

"I-I should go bring something for you to eat and drink." I manage to huff out.

A second after scanning his body for any discomforts, I cross the underground space as quick as I can, to escape from the awkward air that has settled itself into it.

At the beginning of the stairs, I turn around to bow to him.

"I apologize for last night."

And before waiting for a reply, I dash upstairs, and leave the Outhouse for good.

How could do this? How could I allow myself to fall asleep in his room? What would he think of me now? Did I make him uncomfortable? I must've.

Last night was beautiful. The stargazing was wonderful, and along it, had risen hope for friendship, before he had healed completely and left this place for his motherland.
But now, I can not help but fear of it all going to the ashes.

After all he doesn't seem like an outgoing person, and respects his personal space very well.

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I return back to the Outhouse after half an hour of freshening up and breakfast, a bucket of water swings from one hand, and a covered basket full cookies and fruits.

Fortunately, Oppa was at the market for a few groceries, and Rae was busy with the laundry. As for my little brother, well he was still asleep.

Making my way down the basement, I settle the bucket down, avoiding any sorts of eyes contact with him.

Jungkook sits there just as I'd left him, propped against the wall, a pillow in his support, his both hands in his lap, and the quilt barely covering his form.

For the first time it is, that I witness him so vulnerable.

Taking hesitant steps towards his form, I crouch down to set down the basket beside him, glancing at him in concern. Is that because of me?

Standing up, I take hold of the glass that floats over the water in the bucket to fill it.

"You needn't be sorry."

I freeze I my actions, then turn around with the glass of water in my hand, to offer it to him.
His eyes peirce mine while taking the vessel from me.

I snap myself out of the trance set by his hypnotizing eyes, to hum in question of his statement.

"For last night." Is his simple reply.

My eyebrows meet in confusion. He didn't mind last night?

"I'm, uh- I don't sleep, I mean I can't. I usually need a sound, like the ticking of the clock. It-helps me fall asleep. You last night, I-I mean your breathing pattern, it had helped me. So, yeah. You needn't be apologetic."

This has got to be one of the biggest surprises of my life.

The rouge returns again, but this time it isn't just me who receives its colouring.

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