"Jungkook?" Marni tacitly hummed, as the door slowly opened and slid shut behind her. She was apprehensive, but she was ready, and she had a plan. That's all she needed. She peered towards the bed, and there he was, his right leg chained to the head of the bed. His eyes were as per familiar, hidden behind the black fringe over his forehead. His fingers were pale as they angrily gripped the white blanket on the bed. "Jung-" "For the past week, I've had to deal with that little irresolute waste of a kid, having you stuck in his brain." Jungkook's deep voice was something Marni was definitely not used to, neither was the gloomy and vague look on his face.

ranked #1 in poetry - july 3rd 2018 somewhat mix of poetry about self love, depression, real beauty, happiness, true love, past mistakes and much more. no it does not rhyme and you might cry. enjoy ♡