that photograph of the boy made me realise I love him.
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[Book:1 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 series]
a short romance poetry book revolving around where one passion lies in poetry and photos and other hates to being in a photo with passion.
how would they work out...
Time seems to drag slow, the rest of the world seems to fade. all of the time and world's warth was on me, sitting fallow bearing the blow.
Oblivious, was I really that easy to ignore? That easy for him to keep his eyes fixed on the board? or in the books ,scrambled words and no designs? rebellious, stubborn for his own good, the boy I like is one the kind.
I want to see his pretty black eyes, fixated, lowered in the notebook. his eyes are open challenge to even the prettiest blue skies, but all I could see is cast of beauty over the absolute treasure,
how does one survive, how does one look. or his fingers, the pen wrapped around those fingers, soft skin, milky pale, the pen's black.
(Taehyung, pay attention!)
Red, embarrassed, Snapping his neck The beholder caught in the act of beholding, Smiling sheepishly, Muse look Confused, and gaze's questioning. Red, embarrassed.
The cowardness runs back, Couldn't even raise his gaze, Couldn't even meet his eyes, Staring at the ground, The words in the book are his solitude.
Time skip,
(Jungkook ate, slightly biting on the dumpling, Taehyung couldn't help but stare.)
'Do you remember me?' mumbled in sour tone, Not wanting to really ask, But not able to really stop.
'Taehyung-ssi, can you help me complete the pending school work....?'
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Did someone realise that Taehyung is actually just admiring Jungkook not actually loving him.
admiration can even turn sour into jealousy or bloom into love.
