the blue notebook | jikook

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the clouds look rather heavy and bulky,
like the white blankets have been cut into random lengths,
but they're steady and the day's drowning to an orange,
i wish they drowned never and grew only soggier,
for they make me think about you.

just like two butterflies would dance today,
visiting every gaudy petal and making a scene,
only to sleep together when the flowers frown away,
in that way, i would want you,
close to me,
dancing and making a scene.

-pjm

"you haven't given that away yet?" yoongi's voice is always giving jungkook near-to heart-attacks, especially when he walks without making a sound.

"ah—yes, i'll do it tomorrow. we have art history together." 

yoongi looks taken aback, "you found the owner?"

jungkook nods, "and i think i like his poems. i'd like to be his friend." 

there's a pause and then there's a sharp fit of laughter from yoongi sitting across the bed.

"you? making a friend?"

jungkook looks away, shy, "yes, what's so shocking about that?"

the elder apologizes, "okay but let's put your social skills to test, shall we?"

"no, thanks."

"aye, come on," yoongi says, "okay how do you plan to be his friend?"

jungkook shifts in his place, "just go up to him and say that i want to be friends."

"i— you can't be serious."

"but i am," jungkook's eyes shine with sincerity if anything.

"you can't."

"i can't just tell him that?"

yoongi deadpans, "you can't. . ."

"good to know where my social skills are at, have a nice day." jungkook leans back and switches to scroll through instagram instead.

whatever, he thinks.

he doesn't care what jimin thinks of him. he just needs to return that stupid book and diary and move on in his life without any friend like always.

doesn't he?