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,
...
i tilt my head back and flutter my eyes hide my mistakes and believe all my lies;
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Jungkook didn't sleep.
Despite how badly he wanted to, he couldn't find it in him to close his eyes. He was too worried to wake up and find this was all a dream, or it'll turn into his worst nightmare and he will find himself alone.
Sighing, Jungkook rolled onto his side, staring at Taehyung's profile. He looked so boyish in his sleep, so much like the sweet guy he used to be. If Jungkook cleared his head and just focused on the moment, he can almost believe the last few years didn't happen.
Almost being the keyword here.
Jungkook was so stupid for falling into whatever the hell this is. Taehyung is going to destroy him when it's all said and done, break him like he did last time. Shaking his head, Jungkook sits up and pushes those thoughts away.
He can only hurt me if I let him in, and I won't.
Sex is one thing. But raw, real emotional connection is another and Jungkook is not giving Taehyung that side of him again.
Besides, it's not like this is going to keep going. This was just a fluke. Something they both needed for... closure? Okay, even Jungkook knows that's bullshit as he thinks the words, but how else can he explain this? It's insanity, pure and simple.
Jungkook is careful not to wake Taehyung up when he gets up from his bed to snag his palette from the desk. Then he walks over to the canvas he was working on before Taehyung came barging in. They have a project due for art at the end of the semester where they have to show a reflection of self and Jungkook is struggling to come up with a concept.
He had gone through all the things that he feels like really showed who he is, and the only thing he can come up with is painting. You'd think that would be easy. Create art with art, but Jungkook thinks it's what has him struggling so much. He is putting too much thought into it. Like what kind of art would describe him the best?
He looks over the stuff from last week and frowned because while they're all done to the best of his ability and he did draw them; somehow they still don't reflect who he is on the inside.
Adding more paint to the palette, Jungkook grabs a clean brush and begins to paint. He doesn't really has any idea what he is creating yet, and that wouldn't be the first time. He just kind of starts and then let's his hand take the lead.
Jungkook doesn't know how long he stands there, lost to the world around him, but he knows he is not prepared for the feel of lips against his neck. He lets out a squeal, dropping his palette to the ground and spins around, preparing to fight despite him being short, defenseless, and naked.
