⇢ summary: shall i sleep within your bed and hold your hands upon my head till i breathe my last breath?
⇢ wc:710|warnings: hickeys |also unbeta-ed coz we die like (wo)men.
⇢ genre:isrisquéfluff a thing? (pg:17)
⇢ pairing: namkook (mxm)
⇢ a/n: happy birthday @eternalseokjin.ily dean, thanks for having my back always ❤
Jungkook firmly believes he is displaying all the stealth in the world as he softly shuts the bedroom door behind him. The lump on the bed covered by a too thick furry blanket doesn’t twitch, and he tampers down the urge to pat his shoulder on a job well done.
Navigating the room in the dark is second nature to him by now, creeping inside in the middle of the night only to curve beside the sleeping lump, waking up hours later to tangled limbs and a strong arm coiled around his waist.
A step or two away from the bed and he can smell him, the subtly sweet fragrance of freshly washed hair, a hint of his detergent’s scent in the air and Jungkook smiles at the feeling of homecoming it all brings forth.
Hickey that Reaction Junkie gave me this weekend because he’s my owner and can do anything he wants to me. Even if that thing is making me look like I’m dating a 14 year old boy :P
First of all, I’m adorable because of how I look. I’m short and fairly small, so a lot of people can push me around and even pick me up. I also have a cute face with a cute nose and I make cute little faces.
I’m also adorable because of the way I dress. I don’t put all of my outfits together with that goal in mind, but when I do, it works very, very well. I put together my delightful outfits where I match based on a theme, like rainbow unicorns, I wear my thigh high socks that hit just the right combo of cute and sexy, and, of course, I have my chucks, which make almost any outfit into an adorable one.
Finally, I’m adorable because of how I act. I tend to be shy and soft-spoken, which often translates as cute. I’m also an excellent cuddler and snuggler, and I love curling up basically in someone’s lap. Plus, there are the times when I’m being a puppy or a non-specified critter, which is just super fucking cute, especially when I put a tail in.
I may never love someone the way I loved you. My heart may always have a weird ache when I think of you. but it has been over 365 days without you, so I think it’s best if I say goodbye.
Except, that moss hanging off of those beautiful branches symbolizes all of the hurt you have been through.
Would your tree be full? Covered in wilting branches , not being able to take the weight of that moss?
So envision your tree, you were born with it free of moss, just clean, green branches.
Now tell your tree of your happiest times.
It’s leafs grew brighter.
Now, tell your tree what made you who you are today. Heartache, the most devastating form of growing as a person.
After all, that is all that this tree cares to hear about.
Nobody is perfect.
“As I sit here in front of you, I’m going to start off by saying that I have never been good at saying goodbye and my heart breaks at the thought of me no longer being close to who I am currently close to today. I love deeply , and I sometimes think that is my biggest down fall. I have loved people so deep that my bones ache, and the blood in my veins send electric waves to my heart. I have hated, but I’ve never hated someone more than I have loved someone. I honestly do not hate people. I try to see the good in everyone. Maybe that’s because after losing a part of myself , I know that you never truly know what someone else is going through. Losing a part of myself, you may ask. Means I chose to love the wrong soul. I let him take the best of me. Or was it the worst? I’m not sure. All I know, is that it took me a very long time to look into the mirror and see a reflection of a girl that is worthy of love. It took me a very long time to look into the mirror and smile , and say “you are okay” because, even after all of the heartache my heart had to bare. It didn’t give up on me. And I love myself so much for taking me out of the dark place my heart was once thrown in. So yes, I love, that may be one of the only things I am truly good at. I have had to learn to accept the fact that there will always be bumps in the road and that not everyday is a good day. I’ve had to learn how to love myself. Love is what makes life. The most important thing I have learned though, is to love yourself. And I don’t mean your body, but your soul. Where I once saw grey, I now see purple, and I really hope others do too. Life is so short to live broken hearted. Find something that makes you happy. Even if it terrifies you to do so.”
After you got done telling the branches of that tree how you truly felt, the moss grew , and it grew.
It covered every branch,
But it looked so beautiful.
A tree that has lived, it doesn’t look perfect on the outside.
Because the inside of it finally holds the branches truth.
That tree, your tree. It is perfectly imperfect.
The moss hanging off of your limbs look so beautiful, that strangers randomly stop by to capture how the leaves sway in the wind on their camera.
