Jungkook came back in the middle of night.
You were asleep, you wanted time to pass faster.
But that didn't stop him.
He held the Dahlia he had picked, the flower was slowly drying. He smiled at it, placing it on the window sill.
He looked at the world above him, his chocolate brown eyes gazing at the pinholes of light in the sky.
He thought about you.
He thought about how magnificent you looked with a smile on your face, he thought about your weak heart, he thought about your silent admiration of the world.
He thought about the stars in your eyes.
Jungkook loved you.
And he couldn't deny that.
The way your lashes rested against your cheeks when you closed your eyes in thought.
The way you looked at him with happiness.
You looked at him like he was your whole world.
And you were his sun, keeping him alive.
He walked to your bed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
He found some paper, and a pen.
And he wrote to you.
Because words weren't enough anymore.
He needed symphonies, songs, poems, love letters, he needed them to express his aching love.
So he made them.
YOU ARE READING
Masks-j.jk
Fanfiction"ischemic heart disease?" "yep." - Jeon Jungkook x Reader - A hospital is an unlikely place to find love, but anything can happen.
