a series of anecdotes. // kpop + cpop

Young God \\ Im Jaebum

"Jaebum?"

My voice sounded so soft as it echoed through my bedroom, Jaebum stood by the window, shirtless. The cold breeze made me shiver but it didn't seem to bother him.

In that moment, he resembled every bit of the porcelain statues of Greek Gods. His skin was always cold to the touch much like his personality. He was closed off which often made people believe he was insensitive or just plain rude. At heart, I knew he wasn't really like that. Jaebum never really stuck with me, he was always busy. I, however, served as nothing more than a distraction.

It was a rather fucked up relationship to be crude in my use of language.

Jaebum ran his fingers through his hair, I turned my own back to him, I fiddled with the sleeves of his black shirt I was wearing. I felt the bed dip as his body joined my own.

I don't think I'll ever understand him completely, I guess it's difficult to understand someone who doesn't fully understand themselves. I say this because it's the only reasoning I can fathom for how he carries himself. He was ever-changing which was strange for me, a person who enioyed the comfort of ever constant things.

Tentatively I turned to face him. His hair hung loosely in his face, his bare chest slowly rising and falling at a steady pace. My hands seemed to have a mind of their own as I softly began to trace patterns on his skin, I knew our relationship wasn't suppose to be like this. It was strictly no feelings attached but how do you not fall for someone so beautiful?

Beautiful wasn't even a word that suited him, he was much more than that and everyone knew. And oh did he know what everyone thought of him. He thrived on it.

ethereal? godlike?

Those words were a more suitable description.

He was a young god loved and praised by so many and I was merely a mortal who yearned to be loved.