the blue notebook | jikook

you

this sea of books,
the words blind the boy who writes,
writing words just for them to be tossed in this big of a sea.

"jimin," a voice calls out, "jimin, um, park jimin,"

"kim taehyung, please go attend your classes and stop skipping them if you want a damn college."

"could say the same about you."

that's not taehyung.

"jungkook?" jimin looks up.

"i know you don't want to talk but," jungkook retracts something from behind him, "exams are coming up and you would need your art history notes. so, yeah."

jimin blinks thrice.

"oh," he says.

"good luck on finals," jungkook wishes, stepping back.

"you- you too."

there's something else he wants to say.
in a room full of books and words that could fill jimin's mouth,
they wouldn't justify the blank whispers of his heart.

jungkook's leaving.
jimin has something to say.

jungkook's exiting the library.
jimin's biting his nails, glued to his seat.

what does he want to say?
did you like my poems?

"did you like my poems?" 

jungkook turns around, eyes wide and an audile gulp following.
"i did. i loved them."

a pretty pink grows dangerously on jimin's cheeks.
"thank you."

"write more."

"sorry?"

jungkook smiles.

"read them to me after school."

jimin looks to the floor, gulping.
"afterschool?"

"at my place."

"okay."

and when jungkook leaves, he leaves behind an awfully red looking jimin.