he came like a whisper
left like a dream
nothing to prove he had ever been.
but the tears in the other boy's eyes
and his trembling lips
are the witness of his first kiss,
his first love,
and his very first heartbreak.
nothing felt good after that,
...
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Jungkook shuts his book just as a knock sounds on his door. Glancing at his clock, he realizes it's just past eight. It's not lights-out for another hour.
"Who is it?" He calls out once he is behind the solid wood.
When no one answers, he frowns and bites down on his lip before grabbing the handle and opening it a crack. There are teacher aids on every floor, so he is sure no one is out there waiting to mess with him, but you never really know.
He doesn't see anyone there at first and pushes the door open more when he spots a blue gift bag sitting on the ground. What is that?
Stepping out into the hall, he glances down both ways but doesn't see anyone because most people are in their rooms now.
Who would have left him this? he knows his parents didn't send him anything. They'd have to care about him first.
Curiosity wins, and he bends down, grabbing the heavy bag. Then he shuts and locks his door before going back to his desk and setting down the present. He eyes it for a few seconds, unsure of what it could possibly be. He doesn't see a card or bag sticker, so he just pulls the tissue paper off the top gently.
Releasing a slight gasp, he takes in the contents and pulls them from the bag one at a time.
There's a brand-new sketch pad, a set of colored pencils, and a huge bag of mini Reese's Cups.
His stomach does a happy dance and he busts open the candy, unwraps two, and stuffs them into his mouth at the same time. His cheeks are puffed out as he tries to chew them at once, and a bit of chocolatey drool drips down his chin. Wiping it away with the back of his hand, he eyes the pad and colored pencils.
Taking a handful of the Reese's, the pad, and the pencils, he climbs up onto his bed and lays out all of his goodies. He opens up the colored pencils carefully, so he doesn't tear the package; then he brings it to his nose to take a big sniff before setting it back down.
Next, he picks up the sketch pad, fanning the pages and breathing in once more. Yeah, it's weird, but he loves the way new art supplies smell. The freshness of wood and earth tones... It's comforting.
Flipping open the front page, he pauses when he reads the note left there.
Jungkook,
Welcome to Emerald Academy. I hope you like the present.
Taehyung
He blinks once, reaching towards the page and running his fingers over the messy handwriting as he fights away the tears.
