Jikook Oneshots 2

Drawing

"There you go Ma'am, I hope you find love very soon."

Jungkook had a unique gift.

From birth, practically, he's always had the gift of drawing. Throughout his whole childhood, his artwork was well above what an average kid his age could do, no matter what stage of his youth he was at. Children and adult alike marveled at his work, it was simply exceptional. But Jungkook didn't care about the praise. He just liked to draw.

He spent his childhood on Jeju island. His parents were hotel owners. It was a modern beachfront hotel, perhaps not as flashy as nearby resorts. But it saw quite a lot of traffic, making the island more accessible to those with a bit less money.

Jungkook loved drawing by the ocean. The sea brought him calm no other thing, alive or otherwise, could bring him. As a kid he'd sit in the sand and draw portraits of people he had seen that day. The habit never truly died.

Portraits were Jungkook's favorite thing to draw. He saw people from an outside perspective, as if he were viewing animals in a zoo. They fascinated him. Each crease in their face, each twitch of muscle contributing to a new expression. The light in one's eyes as they speak about something they're passionate about. Passion was Jungkook's favorite expression. It didn't matter how conventionally attractive someone was. If they were speaking about something they were passionate about, they—to Jungkook at least—were beautiful.

At fifteen, Jungkook discovered something peculiar about his talent. One day, he saw a beautiful woman, obviously dripping with class and elegance. He was amazed by her, though, as previously mentioned, conventional beauty meant little to Jungkook in the grand scheme of things. Either way, he knew he needed to draw her.

This happened sometimes. Jungkook would occasionally get an urge to draw a certain person he just couldn't ignore. So he pulled his sketchbook out of his backpack, and began scribbling her down.

Except he didn't.

His hand moved on his own, and by the time Jungkook had realized it, a man he had never seen before was on his sketchbook page. He didn't know how he got there...he was looking at the woman sitting outside the café he frequented. But it wasn't of her, despite his deliberate intention.

He stared at the page, confused. What had just happened?

Jungkook looked up again, at the woman, and just then a man walks up to her, just as elegant, pecking her lips.

It was the man he drew.

Another time, he wanted to draw his good friend Aeri. She sat down, posing naturally as he drew away. But again, he did not draw the subject in front of him. This time, he drew a classmate of theirs.

"How does it look..?" Aeri picks up on his expression, confused.

"Um..." He turns it around, showing his friend an image of a girl who wasn't her.

"W-why did you draw Suyeon?" Her voice was quick, as blood rushed to her cheeks.

"I don't...know," Jungkook confesses. "I thought I was drawing you. My hand is acting up. I don't know how or why."

"But why her?" Aeri asks, staring. "Why her of all people?"

"I don't understand," He admits. "Isn't she just a classmate..?"

"I like her," She puts her face in her hands. "God, I like her so much, okay? More than I've ever liked anyone. But I'll never be able to tell her because no one knows I like girls. Obviously no one does. You know that."

"...I think you should tell her," Jungkook says...for some reason. "I think she'd say yes."

"Are you crazy!?" Aeri yells. "We're the only two gay losers in this entire school! She definitely doesn't like me back."