So, an update: I’m trying to work on my style. Change it a bit. Right now I think it’s ok for sketching but I’m not at the level I want to be when I make Not For Malice so I’m gonna work as hard as I can to practice. Also, might start posting stuff from my sketch book cause I need to get better with traditional sketching too…
It was the day Jungkook was to be coming home from his tour.Here I am drawing away on my sketch book, not paying attention to anything around me. After months of not seeing my lovely boyfriend, I feel as if I am now desperate to see him. I miss his cuddles in the cold nights, or his small kisses when he found out I had a bad day at work. I missed everything about him. But most of all, the peaceful times when we draw together, just listening to soft music.
It was hard to have those moments together, considering that both of our places are occupied most of the time; his with his members, mine with my family. And we couldn’t go out a lot do to his fans not knowing about us. But i was content. I was happy drawing with him when we got the chance to. He doesn’t really like drawing around others so I feel somewhat special when he draws with me.
It was around three o’clock in the afternoon when I got the call that jungkook wouldn’t be home until late. His flight had got delayed, so I would be stuck her alone for majority of the night. But I was ok with that, knowing that no matter how late it was I would be able to lay in his arms again soon. I had made it my mission to stay awake until he got home, so that’s what lead me to drawing.
Usually I would be aware of what is going on around me, but today I wasn’t. There was no one here for me to be bothered by, no music to keep me occupied. Just my drawing. My family left this morning, knowing jungkook would be coming back, so they wanted to give us space for a while, knowing how hard it was for me when he wasn’t around. I was grateful for that. But also grateful for the quietness I could have while drawing.
I would have heard the light knock on the door or the door opening and closing if it weren’t for my being so concentrated. It wasn’t until someone plopped down beside me on the cold, hardwood floor that I noticed their existence. When I looked up from my drawing, I smiled. “I missed you,” I said almost above a whisper, not wanting to the quietness to end just yet. “I missed you too” He whispered back before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on my lips. Oh did i miss him so much.
As he pulled back he glanced down at my drawing before moving slightly so his back was against the couch and pulling me close to him. “I missed this,” he mumbles as he starts to draw on his paper. I smiled, enjoying the fact that he missed this just as much as I did. I cuddled into him, continuing to draw with him, for the first time without music. We didn’t need it, we had each other in this moment and that’s all we needed. We didn’t get much sleep the rest of the night, to busy drawing and exchanging I love you’s every now and then. Moments like this remind me of the reason I don’t fuss about him always being busy, because moments like this are the ones that count.
I hope you liked it~ This is my first time in a while writing an imagine so I might be kind of rusty! Please give me feedback and request are always open!