“God never fulfill my desire just to snatch it away.”
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“Everyone is here for a reason. Every small being in this world has a meaning.”
Jungkook recalls words spoken by Jin when he was reading a novel, while cuddling into his arm. What a time is was to be alive!
“Jack came into Rose's life to let her grow old and die in the warm bed, making alot of babies and watch them grow. Mr Darcy came into Elisabeth's life who was a judge on love—to show her that love is the most beautiful thing to feel.” Seokjin sighed dreamily.
“Even you came into my life for a reason, Jungkook-ah.” an amused smile creeped on Jeon's face as Jin leaned up, craddling his face fondly staring, peppering some sweet kisses.
We were so happy, love revolving around them.
He conquered the not so difficult wall, sractching his elbows, sneaked inside with pertinacious mind and heart. The bruises on his body was being shelterless and seeking home in roughest ground, stinkiest corners made his body stoned, soulless that the chilliest winds nor the fear of getting caught for entering into property suspiciously stopped him, succumbed him.
He walked in slow steps as the dried leaves crackled below his feet. The dawn was there providing him a little sight to walk on with the hush steps without crunching the leaves beneath.
He looked up to the tree and kicked it's trunk, then scowling on himself for being petty and torturing a still innocent being here. He looked up and sighed.
“Snow will fall, sun will rise, flowers will blossom, it will rain beautifully.
Once they'll touch the ground they would miss you, so don't run away.”
His eyes traveled to the window where he would see his beloved beauty glowing more than a setting sun, a blossom in the wasteland. No one in this world could bring him a realization of having a heart than his Seokjin.
Ah! The burn of love—he could walk there into lovely house and take him in his arms but shall not for he promised himself that would face Jin only when he is finally doing something right in life so even if his heart dries inside to see a glimpse of him, he would burry it all.
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“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
Seokjin's little puffy eyes released a drop of tear as he read the quote from the book. He would agree on this—Jungkook and him, both are same. Very alike. Very stubborn—very in love, they can't live without each other but still drifts far away on opposite worlds.
Stormy atmosphere! Today it is. The howls of wind shrill into his ears neither letting him sleep or focus on the book. He seized his glasses and stared at the window or more to those helpless leaves. His room was bigger with his bed slumped in middle, couldn't see much but the tree.
whose leaves were still there, being tortured in rough edged winds. The heavy blackish hue in the whether led a lazy atmosphere. He coughed some blood without any pain and wiped it with his sleeve, checking into the mirror hanging on the wall across him. The dark circles so deep that it would give him a role in horror movies and pale skin highlighting that smeared blood around nose, lips, it could've paniced himself only if he cared. The ruffled of his uncut jet black hairs.
He limped around the room to let his legs breathe, after being cramped into bed whole day.
Might stare outside the window and would call the rain—his favorite thing in world.
