sectile → jjk;kth

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Jungkook slowly put in his earphones and laid back, enjoying the soft pillow that supported his head. He yawned and pulled the blanket up, covering his waist and down. He didn't feel so well today. Jungkook really just wanted someone to be here, here to hug him, comfort him, love him. The male sighed to himself and rubbed his eyes, bored out of his mind. His gaze slowly moved, from his phone to the window. It was right next to him, in fact, it was right next to his bed. So, whenever Jungkook felt down, he stared down, at the people outside. The window was huge. He could see his full street while looking out of it. 

People interested him. They all seemed happy. A feeling Jungkook hadn't experienced in a long time. He hadn't even smiled in the past year. Not even a grin. Nothing. 

Jungkook's hobby was thinking. His mind could go deep, deep into places he didn't enjoy. Some he did, though. He liked thinking. Music really inspired the boy, he absolutely loved listening to music. He also liked to write. Poems, to be exact. He tried to write a poem about love before, but it turned out to be a poem about missing someone. Missing someone he never met.

Jungkook was homosexual. He wasn't interested in girls, not in the romantic way. 

He turned over fully to lay on his side, allowing himself to just stare out the window and think.

Little did he know, that person was not far away from him. That person he missed, the person he never ever met, that person. That person - he would soon meet.