the blue notebook | jikook

and

if i could dive in your mind and head for its words,
would i find something to keep me company?
i should have aimed a little down,
somewhere near your chest and in your shadowed enigma,
i think i'd find myself in there and if not,
i might have to think more with my head,
crush it and never utter a word of love again,
never again should i mutter them,
not even with my eyes half closed,
after all, they say to think with your head,
aren't they right?

- pjm

"how long are you going to keep enjoying yourself with that?" 

jungkook whips his head towards the familiar warm voice and evidently enough, there emerges his roomate.

"haven't decided," jungkook relaxes further on his bed, allowing yoongi to carry on with his work.

yoongi tuts, "it's not nice to read someone else's diary." 

at that, jungkook has to give out a little sigh, "fine, whatever."

"i'm serious," the elder doesn't take a hint and continues, "i'm sure the owner is probably worried sick or something, dude. just go to the lost and found tomorrow, please."

jungkook pouts.

he doesn't want to return it.

yet.

"okay."