"You know what they say?"
"What?"
"That he's a boy version of you."
"Ha?! Really?"
"Mhm."
"Well, that's strange."
"Know what else they say...?"
"Nope."
"That once you meet the boy version of you, you are fucked."
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Next day
Rain.
It has always been my muse. It soaks into every inch of my heart just like how it soaks into every grain of the earth. Splendidly. Inescapably.
Have never been an admirer of any other weather like this. Especially when it comes to summer ; could see it as nothing more than a vain, drying the essence of rain. Or perhaps, I never bothered to notice its spirits, unlike my brother who thoroughly enjoys it.
Surprisingly this time, I could kinda see his reasons.
Summer.
If one ever wonders what the true colour of the light is, dispersed and radiating through the naked air, then they could get their answer in the summer. Its radiance seeps through every corners, sparking every possibilities. The way sky unfolds during summer is something I never get to witness during the monsoon. Indeed, it broadens the vision of mind, bestowinga sense of liberty.
If the nature choose to serenely sing along with the rhythm of raindrops, then the it's also the nature who opts to dance lively with the summerbeams.
It's a mouthful of experience, must say. Excluding the heat which can soar as it wills, infact quite unable to purge off...
... ... ...
'Jungkook.'
-In the midst of sleep, my eyelids twitches, brows furrowing with a stinging sensation at sides of my forehead.
'Kook.'
-Fists clenching onto my bedsheets, wrinkling the fabric inside my palms.
'Kookie.'
-My eyes immediately splits open as I sprung up from my bed, breaking from my sleep.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
I sit still for a brief moment with a heavy sleepy head, feeling a bit muzzy and blurred, as if I had a strange hangover or something. Few more puzzled seconds of blurriness and I snap from the faze. I yawn, fingers crawling to the back of my dishevelled hair, scratching nonchalantly.
"Goodmorning, Ji."
-I wish myself, stretching my arms and neck.
I smile, acknowledge a peculiar good feeling thrumming inside my mind early in the morning itself with no particular reason. Guess I had a good dream, that typa dream which leaves no memory behind, only the feeling of it.
Yawning once more, I look at my timepiece. 7 am. I crinkle my eyes, the sun rays already filtering through my lace curtains, caressing my face.
My smile widens, feeling its gentle warmth on my cheek. The summer is not that bad this year after all, I guess. I reach out to the curtains, to welcome the morning summer beams.
