~"you call it madness, but i call it love"~
In the world of hate, taehyung finds his light. he is scared of the dark but a man leads his way to the light. he admits that he's fallen for this man and forgetting his tragic past he loves this man with...
I woke up with sweat trickling down my back and tremors shooting up all over my body. Again. That happens very often, but it's not the good tremors, it's the bad ones. The ones I try to stay away from, but can't.
It took me two hours yesterday to explain everything that's happening with Jungkook to Jimin. Of course, he told me that I'm a lucky bastard to be luring in a caveman-like Jungkook.
I scoffed and told him to shut up.
I'm walking to my Katari class right now. Truth be told, I've been waiting for this class since yesterday but my stupid nightmares had to ruin the day. Fucking again.
His hands on me, The burn of the ropes ripping my delicate skin, The darkness. The black, soulless darkness. I mentally scold myself as I push all those horrid thoughts to the back of my mind.
I look at my reflection in the ceiling mirrors all over the art hallway. I'm wearing a grey sleeveless shirt that shows off the muscles that I've been working on after the Katari classes with jungkook and black track pants.
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My hair was all over the place today so I just covered it up with a cream-colored beanie.
When I asked jungkook why the art hallway didn't have art hanging around in the hallway, he stopped walking and said.
"Look at the mirror. Do you see that?" He pointed at my reflection. "That's art. You are art." and then i hit him on the chest and rushed to my modeling class.
He has that effect on me, the effect where my heart starts fluttering intensely and the pit of my stomach starts twisting until all i want to do is be in his embrace.
I walk to the smaller outer field, this one is on the complete opposite of the football field, and it's small and more like a garden.
By the time i walk there, there are students already practicing their moves, men, and women and then i see Hyun-woo training Lisa. They seem.... close.
He looks at me and winks. I just stare at him because what kind of greeting is that? i don't why but i just nod without a smile and set my bag on the ground.
I get rid of my slippers and wear my shoes and then i put on my gear, more like a vest. It's heavy and feels like those bulletproof jackets the police wear in movies. I reach the back to zip it up but I only get halfway.
I struggle for a good two minutes and then someone pulls up the zipper. My body shivers as his fingers brush over my bare arms and cinnamon and spice fills me. His scent is clinging to me and then i turn around.
Jungkook is crouching on the grass as he ties his shoelaces. i look down at him and he winks at me with that god-forsaken smirk on his face and i blush. i freaking blush. why didn't i do that when Hyun-woo winked at me earlier?
He grabs my hand while standing up and leads me to our spot on the little ground.
Red circles are drawn with chalk power on the grass and are small. That's... different.
