𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬; 𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐚𝐮

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☆𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋☆
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Amid two wide universes of an everlasting glow of beauty,
Jungkook's body and mind span,
Captured in a dazzling place freckled by trillions of stars,
And which – for nothing in this miserable world – he would leave.

The trip was enrapturing,
And a sentiment of pure bliss trapped his being as the bronzed magic of her gaze pierced his.
It was deep and it was rich.

Beautifully dragging him to the edges of a world on the verge of collapse,
Begging him to smile and to glide,
The same way she did.

These universes communicated in a language only Jungkook's could comprehend.

It was between him and her,
A galactic collision between two bodies.

The world could be a horrible place,
A place of fear and exasperation,
A place of pain and madness,
A place of illness and greed,
An unbalanced territory,
Led by terrific demons,
But in this world,
Lived Brooklyn.

Who most likely was the most beautiful human that had ever crossed path with him.
And whose cries had caught Jungkook's attention,
Out of all the people who sought for his graces.

And whose eyes translated the most beautiful versions of each emotion.
So he would watch,
Greedily,
And cheerfully taste the sweetness of her glances.

Because Jungkook saw galaxies in her eyes.

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The last rays of sun started to faint in the chasm of the night,
And ever so softly, the killer breeze of winter winded up on her caramelized skin.

Her body hadn't failed to react to the sudden graze of air, hastening her heart to pump at a frightening rate.

Brooklyn couldn't help but vow a deep hatred to her receptivity to tears and sorrows,
Because in the midst of the evening,
Glistening pearls of a salted water threatened to fall from those large pools of a brown tint,
Now draped by a thick veil of melancholy.

Too often,
She couldn't hold back the feelings that burned her heart,
Which only urged her to intensely clasp her lower flesh crescent,
Precluding her tears to betray the overwhelming emotions trapped in her chest.

She knew that condemning her own feelings was wrong,
And that trying to suppress each sensation that carefully carved her into a human would harm her more than anything.

And yet, Brooklyn was stubborn enough to let her demons – once again – mischievously waltz with her synapses,
Carelessly cursing her emotions.

Because in the end,
She did not know better,
Than pretending,
To be a little less depressed than she really was.

It was in silence,
That Brooklyn suffered.

Too afraid to bother with her issues,
She secluded herself behind the solid shell of steel,
That was her persona.

Brooklyn had always appeared as the very bold and fearless girl-next door,
And it might as well be the reason why no one really cared about the shadows in her life,
Because she seemed antisocial and boring,
And everyone hated antisocial and boring people,
So no one would be able to decipher the enigma that they embodied.