Seokjin is cute little cafe dates that end turning into six hour long conversations about what’s more serene, the sunset or sunrise? He is a cup of a really good coffee on the worst of days, the only thing that would make that day instantly better, he is mini red roses, color so vibrant that easily resembles the shade of his pretty lips, he is love so soft that you don’t know what’s more comforting, him or your favorite pillow. Seokjin is traveling the world, but still feeling like every country is home.
Yoongi is rough calloused hands, but silky smooth touches as he traces along skin, he’s loud laughs and dorky snorts, he’s love without insurance, but the risk is worth it, he’s sarcastic side comments and drunken debates that turn into small whispers about the corruption in the world. He’s tired caffeine late nights, the only sound heard is the tapping of keys, a new classic being made to show the world, Yoongi is stubborn filled storms that helps you sleep at night. He is wild colorful dreams that are able to achieve anything if you just aim high enough, Yoongi is sober highs, always keeping you on your toes, he is adrenaline rushing through veins, the night about to be wasted away with love and clumsy sighs.
Hoseok is cupcakes without frosting, “isn’t that just a muffin?” “No,” he would start, “i’m just the life of the party with a little less sugar.” He is 4 am city strolls, mesmerized by the flashing billboard lights, he is tiny dimples that only show when he’s chewing, the prettiest thing you’ve seen all day. He is love instead of money, the optimist who needs to have happiness before he could think about financial stability. Hoseok is a bloomer, blooming so beautifully that flowers are envious, he is heart smiles and permanent worry free days. He is small cafes that become much more warmer when it’s raining, decaf love, he would say. Hoseok is life worth living and much more to the world than some would realize. He is a precious unwrapped gift, waiting for all the secrets to dissolve.
Namjoon is the pretty side of the world, nothing else is shown. He is rooftop drama scenes that turn into oscar award winning performances, he is precious laughs and shy glances that display all of his secrets for just a second, only making you want to know more. He is nights that only consist of glancing at phones, but it’s one of your best nights. He is needing the want to live in the best way possible, he is a soft healthy glow under the sun, wondering how it is to look that perfect, to look that beautiful, but the only right answer is him. Namjoon is citrus love, always so sweet and a bit of sour, he is lost memories, some too unimportant to remember, bubbling through an apology when he forgets, but his lips look so pretty when he does. He is karaoke nights, your eardrums strained because he a placed a bet on how high he could sing, but his breathless laugh took the pain away. Namjoon is nights drunken stumbling through his apartment, a shoe over here, a shirt over there, making it all more a bit like home.
Jimin is lazy morning kisses and soft dreams, just blue blue, blue. He is the happily ever after that everyone tries to strive for, the prince who is trying to find his lost love, but it’s right in front of him. He is comical rage that turns into stomach pained laughs and he yells, “it’s because i’m a libra!” He is themed parties, his favorite being masquerade because for once he could hide his flaws, even though he doesn’t really have any. He is soft vocals, filled with so much love that sleep turns nonexistent, wanting to trace against his soft skin all night, he’s love that you’re afraid to dip into, to indulge in, because it seems too good to be true, but his pretty smile seals the deal. Jimin is more than a pretty face, he holds the world in his eyes, he is happiness and moonlight all laced into one.
Taehyung is giggly nights under bed sheets, he is 360, everyday with a twist, but in the end he goes back to his giggly self. He is gently picked bouquets filled with beautiful random flowers and colors, he’s loud singing while taking his daily night strolls, “everything is much brighter when you’re loud,” he says, he’s love shouted through the rooftops, the one that everyone has to be envious of. Taehyung is the melody of the prettiest song he could find, he’s wild saturday nights and calm sunday afternoons, his mood whisking him away to see what life has to offer. He is journal entries of aesthetic days, wanting to share it with anyone with a pulse, to show that he is happy. Taehyung is happiness and sleepless conversations about the stars and the moon, he is talking until the sun starts peeking through the window, a smile on his face as he shuts his pretty eyes to happy dreams.
Jungkook is pretty, just so, so pretty. The prettiest words, sceneries, photos, prettiest anything cannot compare to him. He’s bubbly laughter after reading through a simple task, laughs always needed even if it’s serious. He is pretty late night song covers, his voice shining through a black screen. He is gentle and beautiful things, he’s cute vintage cafe signs, each written aesthetically with a witty quote. Jungkook is shy rambling pillow talk, his lips pulled into a pout when he realized he talked too much, he’s pretty july fireworks under moonlight, his mood light. He’s nights wanting to last forever, summer nights that are too unforgettable, the ones where you had to be there in order to experience the love and life he went through. Jungkook is paper gold and messy bedroom floors, he’s 6 am whispers and shoulder kisses, he’s warm bed sheets and cute pajamas, tired eyes trying to stay closed. Jungkook is love and pretty, the prettiest of all.
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