𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✔️

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤

It was a beautiful autumn morning, some of the trees were completely bare, while others still had some leaves left.

The breeze was perfectly chilly, I have always loved this weather.

The trees show their bare selves, as if they are searching for someone to open their vulnerabilities to. It's beautiful.

I put on my coat while looking out of my room's window, ready to stroll.

Taking a notebook and pen with me, I left my house.

In this elegant weather, I wandered about searching for an inspiration to write a story.

Lately, I'd been drained out of thoughts and all I wanted was some clue to begin a story.

This time, I wanted to write some romance, something scarringly ethereal.

And of course good authors imagine the stories they want to write, but great authors live in the stories they write.

And I wanted my journey to transform from a good author to a great one.

I sheltered under a leafless tree, the breeze making the leaves on the ground shuffle and swirl.

And I sat there, deeply embedded in my thoughts until the evening.

Not sure if I had gotten any idea for a story but I had written a poem.

How beautiful it is,
To sit down in bliss,
To know you have somebody to walk home to,
Somebody would be waiting for you,
Wondering how you do,
Blissful it is to have somebody love you.

Your smiles, your tears, everything precious,
Laughs and cries, forget everything atrocious,
Somebody to be your home,
Never leaving you alone,
Making sure how you do,
Blissful it is to have somebody love you.

The holdings of hands
Had never been grand,
But love makes everything mad,
To get together through everything bad,
Somebody to stick to you like glue,
Blissful it is to have somebody love you.

Not only through your springs
Or through happiness that you bring,
Somebody to love you in the autumn,
Somebody to understand your slaughter,
To connect internally to you,
Blissful it is to have somebody love you.

Understanding and giving space,
Loving at a loving pace,
Cherishing your flaws,
Testing your last straws,
To make you mad then happy,
Blissful it is to have somebody love you.

Nothing quite like love in this world,
All the challenges struck and swirled,
Nothing quite like love in this world,
The twisted game of fate unturned,
And nothing quite like love in this world,
To tone all the flaws you hurled.

I was satisfied with what I wrote today and tucking my notebook beneath my arm, I merrily walked back home.

Wondering if I could ever call someone my home.

[This and the following chapters are in Jungkook's character POV]