The moon is always there,
It's just the eyes who couldn't find it
But baby, trust me the truth isn't hidden
Your eyes are just an equal fit!

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Naked

Chapter 1

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The first meet

She would've appreciated it if Jeon had stayed out of her way but the younger lad was nowhere near the thought.

Greatness lied in forgiving, remembering the said line she paced back in her room shutting the door behind her.

It had been just an hour, and she was back to her room. She thought of spending some time outside but a younger boy, probably in his early twenties, had been discovered in her home. Home, where she lived alone, no one to be with just her and her books and of course her laptop. That's what every writer needs. But the sudden appearance of this unnamed guy had her scared.

"Who are you?" She would've shouted that frantically, gaining the attention of neighbours or the guards who weren't there, but by God's grace she had a sore throat. The unnamed guy, dressed in a thick jacket and a bucket hat, much to contrast with the weather, had just been standing there, admiring her as if he saw heaven in his youth without dying.

"I'm Jeon!" Wonderful name and appealing eyes, so appealing that she had almost smiled at him forgetting that he was a stranger who just trespassed her house. "And I'd like to explain myself.." Softness, his voice had her feeling the myths being sung on entering heaven in that heavenly voice of his'.

"Jeon, well go on."

"I... I am a great fan of yours. Not like those who are obsessed but I don't know if you remember me..?"

"Trust me I don't." She shook her head waiting for a response from him. But he remained quiet, letting her words sink in. "If I said... If I was harsh I apologise."

And there was fear in his eyes, not the one you have when you see a dangerous object but the one where you don't want your endeared ones to be wrong."No no no no. You didn't do anything, I just hoped that you remembered me. We met at a book sign event, uhm... A year ago, maybe."

"Oh... Who was it?"

"Nora."

"Ah... I remember going there and bumping into a lot of people. Maybe you are one of them?"

"You can say so. But we even talked."

"Jeon, if you are a fan of me you must be knowing I had trouble the past year. It was all too hectic and I really don't have great memories from the past two years so I am least fascinated to remember any of those. I am grateful that you admire my writing and I am thanking you for it but I'd like you to leave because I want some time for peace and aloneness."

"Uh... I... Yeah, I understand but..." She was already shutting the door, paused to listen to what he had to say. "Can I just stay in here for a while... I really wanted to be inside your house and see how it feels like..."

"What feels like what?"

"You see how it feels to be there while writing and how you write while being in there.... Nevermind, I won't be able to explain that... Can I just stay for a few minutes and I promise to be nonexistent."

"Is this.. a new way of asking people to let a stranger in?"

"I'm not a stranger!" He said stubbornly, which she found cute, but not now.

"Oh really? Then what are you, Mister Jeon?"

"I am a fan!"

"Well I don't think it is safe to let a fan inside my home until I know them well enough."

"But-"

"Please leave before you're in trouble."

"Just... Ten minutes. Not more than that."

"No."

"Seven minutes."

"Enough for you to rob me." The look he gave her was disgusted, completely disgusted. Though she wasn't wrong she just felt it was better if she could just restrict him to a particular room and then send him off. "Fine, then come in." He smiled brightly, with his upper lip almost disappearing in the process.

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"Oh shit... Shit, shit, shit, shit Jungooooook!" Her screaming was rare, her screaming like this was rarer so it was obvious for Jungkook that she must be reading some book again which was going through a quite magnificent phase.

"What now?" He walked out from the shower, his hair damp and a towel wrapped around his pelvis, just to find out that the older woman was still wrapped in her bathrobe and not ready yet.

"They got MARRIED!!!!!"

"Who did?" He wasn't the one to react to these but when he realised it was his favourite writer's book she was talking about he had to peek in.

They could be regarded as the best duo. One who loves to write, another who loves to read, read what she writes. And just because of a small admiration, he had opted for literature. Just to find the glee she does, just to understand her thoughts better, just to make her feel she isn't the one in the game but it is two.

She didn't feel like she returned yesterday. He didn't feel like he welcomed her yesterday. It was as if they were just there, for several moments, together.

"What about college?"

"Starts in thirty."

"Should I drop you?"

"No, I'll walk down there. By the way, I have a Literature lecture today. It was announced that someone special was coming. Is that you?"

"No. I wasn't invited to any such lectures but don't worry I'll be there on your graduation day, I'm the chief guest." Her smile was ethereal. It always left him speechless. And now that she would be there with him, he was happy.

"Where will you be then?"

"Nowhere, I'm home today. So better come back soon, I'll be waiting."

"For sure!" He shot off the chair grabbing his bag and running out of the door.

"BE SAFE!"

Her motherly instinct. Just as usual. He wasn't that young that she needed to tell him such things, she realised, but after all he was younger than her and for Inaya he was precious.

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The house was dark, just the sunlight that illuminated it. Just like it is in horror movies. It intrigued Jungkook because Inaya wasn't so fond of the dark and she'd never let the place she lived in be so dark unless she was busy.

"Noona?" Quiet. No response.

"Noona?"

"Up here!" He sighed listening to her voice and started upstairs. Of course she stayed alone all this time and just so she wouldn't feel lonely she would've walked up to talk. Talk to the birds or maybe the plants up there, she usually did. Tantalising for him, how can she be like this? Just opposite of herself at times.

She says it is weird to talk to oneself but she does that when she is angry. Inaya finds it absolutely unnecessary to give opinions until asked but she can never wait until someone hears her words. Weird but distinct, one of her kind. He laughed walking through the small hallway before the rooftop.

There she was standing near the glass barrier. Resting her hands over the metallic rim. Smiling at any possible thing, which he couldn't decipher but he smiled with her.

Mine...

He walked next to her, facing the opposite side. "How was your day?"A general concern and a need for talk, that's what he felt.

"Great. How was your month, noona?" He felt like snorting at that but she was the one who left for Japan and they weren't much in contact.

"Really?" She smiled at him, "It was nice, I met new people."

"And?"

"And they were helpful, great, generous... So we are kind of friends now."

"Name?"

"Catherine and Katie and Juan."

"Juan who?" He retaliated, making her laugh.

"I met him there."

"Really? Or is it-"

"God, Jungkook, stop acting like that, it doesn't suit you." She laughed, making him laugh with her.

No doubt they'll never cheat on each other, they had that faith in themselves. There wasn't any reason for them to doubt one another. That's what they were blessed with. Loyalty, trust. And true love. That's what Inaya and Jungkook admired the most about each other and that's what made them admire themselves.

She tip-toed to the guy wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head over his chest.

"Noona..."

"I missed you, Jungkook."

She stared right in his eyes, his ethereal eyes. His appealing eyes, appealing to the extent that they made her smile. She pushed herself further forward, kissing his soft lips. Just like their first kiss, it was unusual but slow, erotic but calm, playful but loyal. And lovable.

"You make me feel things, Inaya." Her name from his lips, a true blessing. And she loved those shivers running down her spine on those small vibrations his voice produced.

"Is it so, Jeon?"

"Trust me, it is."

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A/n

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