the blue notebook | jikook

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stories of violets and the yellow dandelions,
empty jars of gold and silver pastel dripping off his fingers,
crimson heart squeezing at the sound of his even prettier mouth,
and the songs go on to confuse me further,
whether it's his pink blush or his pink smile,
if not for all the paint, would he be so hypnotizing?

-pjm

jimin drops his pen, closing his eyes and getting a stretch out of the long day.

long day.

he faced a very difficult moment with someone he really likes.

he also found out that jungkook might make his heart beat two beats faster than he thought.

if he hadn't been so sad about jungkook reading everything so easily, so early with no warning, he would've tried talking further. but it didn't quite peak his interest upon having his feelings out in the open like that.

sure, jungkook may not know for sure that the poems were indeed about him and no one else, yet jimin can't stop having a sour feeling about it.

he's not angry.

not sad.

and not happy.

and it doesn't matter anymore.

because he's still thinking about jeon jungkook.