His Philosophy/Vkook

Abditory

Jungkook's P.O.V.

"Okay so what do we have for now?" he asked looking at my plastic stars on the celing.

"Hmm, let me see;

1. Dance in the rain
2.Stargazing on predolac
3. Visiting Florence
4. Voyage on Adriatic

This is all we have for now." I placed the pen down and looked at him.

"I like those stars." he suprisingly says and I just nod.

"They create such an irony, don't you think?" I pouted, narrowing my eyebrows.

"What do you mean?"

"Stars are some kind of plantes placed in an infinite space and time called universe, yet you closed them between four walls." He smiled.

"Does that make me a bad person?"

"No, but it makes you a person who can control even the most powerful forces." He sat up now, playing with my stuffed bear.

"It's not any kind of force, those are just plastic stars dummy!" I hugged him and kissed his cheeks.

"Only because you think so. You see plastic stars, but I see the real ethernal stars." he smiles.

"You're weird!" I whined, softly punching his chest.

"There is nothing wrong with being weird. Weird people are different. Weird is a dreamer, weird is a poet, weird is a philosoph, weird is I and weird is you. And there is nothing wrong with being weird, it's rather a compliment if I may add." he always knew how to shut me up. He always knew what to say and how to say it, wasn't that so powerful?

Taehyung's P.O.V.

He was so cute while whining and pouting, it was 4am now, I slept over since he was scared after his father's outburst. Well can't say I slept over since we didn't sleep a second.

"Tae, why do you want to visit Florence?"

"You see, I really like da Vinci, but there is much more. Renaissance was an era where humans believed in their power. When humans knew that there is no such a thing as talent, only work and free will. Behind every Reanissance art work-"

"Like Mona Lisa!?"

"Exactly, like Mona Lisa, there is so many secrets and mysterys. It's not just a paint on canvas, it's mathematicaly perfect aswell!! It is even musically composed, if you take Last Supper you will get a great simphony, da Vinci was one of a kind. And that's what I want to be. Myself, but sincerly myself."

"Mona Lisa is math?" he looked shocked.

"That's all you catched?" I laughed "but yes, Mona Lisa is math."

"That's why I was feeling weird why looking at her!" He jumped and I pulled him down so he could be quiet.

"Hmm Tae, why do we like art? I mean why is it so pleasing to us?" one more one-of-a-kind question is here, this boy..

"You see, there is a saying "eyes are the windows of human's soul" and that is true. Soul is a place that you can satisfy on weird ways. When you look at the art, you are looking at someone else's feelings, you're looking at hours, days, years of emotions and emotion changes. You don't know when artist felt peroxysm or when the art was somewhere in the basement, alone and wasted. But your soul knows every single detail of that. Soul reads the feeling your eye can't. So when people cry when they see a painting, their soul sees the darkest and saddest moments of the painter. When people smile when they see a painting, they see every single moment painter smiled, proudly looking at his art. Art is much more than paint on canvas, it's feelings of people who left all they had. People who left their soul on that canvas."

"Have you ever cried over a peace of art?" he asked, his doe eyes big as ever.

"Do real people count aswell?" I shamelessly smiled.

"What do you me-YAH!! Be serious." He blushed so damn hard.

"I'm as serious as ever. But no, I wasn't able to see any peace of art yet, that's why I want us to go to Florence together, so our soul can connect with the 16th century world."

"Will people in future appreciate art aswell?" he kissed my shoulder.

"Maybe, if this art survives. Who know in 2019, Mona Lisa might be destroyed already or any other work, but same as I said with sunset, there might be dreamers in the future too."

"I'm a dreamer!"

"Why do you still see the plastic stars then?" I asked looking him into eyes, he stayed quiet for some time, not knowing how to reply.

"See flower, a dreamer can do whatever he wants. This bed is not just a bed, it is Peter Pan's flying boat and we're off to Neverland now. See that second star on the right? Well we sail there and then straight on till morning!" I could say that he was more than amused, he looked around, touching the bed and when he saw how close to the edge he was, he jumped onto my lap. I smiled.

"I could've fall!!"

"I'll be here to save you flower, I'm your prince charming." He pouted, I love when he does this.

"But I want you to be my Peter Pan!! Prince charming only fights monsters!! Peter Pan fights grown ups and pirates!! And-and I could be your thinkerbell!" he smiled widely.

"Deal then flower, I'm your Pan and you're my bell." he smiled cutely. "Now kiss me as if it is our last and let me take you to the place where dreams are born and time is never planed." And eith that our lips colided.

3rd person's P.O.V.

And that's how Neverland became their abditory.