#jun02

[amarnxs]

Amar nunca es una pérdida de tiempo. Si no es para siempre, es una lección.

Eternizado

[neuroconflictos]

Te lo juro, de todas las cosas del mundo, solo quería abrazarte otra vez.

Eternizado

[demencia-literaria]

La normalidad es un camino pavimentado. Es cómodo caminar, pero no le crecen flores.

Anónimo

[desorden-en-letras]

Me contemplo como un ser único y acepté la belleza de mis imperfecciones.

Eternizado

[silencios-poeticos]

¿Alguna vez te has detenido a pensar que puedes abrir diez puertas cerrando una?

Eternizado

[wordsturnintostories]

we're pack, moonchild.

Seokjin | Yoongi | Hoseok | Namjoon | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook

Masterlist

Summary: Jungkook is something else entirely, an open secret but a mystery nonetheless. [a drabble in which you go to the same school with the Bangtan gang and are tiring to figure out if that’s what they really are. a gang? or a pack?] Word Count: +1k Note: Um. He’s so cute. shoutout to @xmagicxshopx. you’re super cute too. There’s one particular scene (wolf behavior) that I hope isn’t too weird.

Gif not mine, credits to the owner.

Jungkook is something else entirely, an open secret but a mystery nonetheless. He’s originally been the transfer student, the special, chosen, anointed one, as it goes for transfer students. To you, he’s your partner in Social Studies, both of you sitting in the last row with sleepy gazes. Victims of the system that preys on the shy and bows to the talkative. His big brown eyes tell you Jungkook has no idea what the teacher is talking about. You save him by lending him the course book plus your notes. (Which you actually haven’t gotten back since then, now that you think about it.)

Later, in PE, he kindly partners with you, not offering words but physical prowess. For the first time, you win the volleyball session’s training matches. It feels good to share the friendly fist bump with him. The quiet grin on his face tells you he’s having fun too. And while that’s all pretty normal stuff, shy Jungkook is owned by the Bangtan gang the next day. Jimin and Seokjin hang all over Jungkook, reading every wish off his wordless lips, drawing countless bunny smiles onto them. He looks good among these hyungs, that’s where you unite with the general opinion, but he’d still look better with you in the last row during class, dozing off and passing comments about the teacher’s funny gestures and off word choices. However, he still sits next to you during lunch and that’s good enough for you. He’s a silent rock in the foaming sea, a soft minute of breath during a session of track.

As soon as Bangtan has his fingers on the boy, you watch him make a developmental jump of years in a few months. Before you know it, Jungkook talks almost as much as Taehyung, although only to his hyungs. It’s visible that it’s the gang’s influence that opens him up, prepares him for the world. As he grows, you watch him learn to keep his head up with boldness, with confidence. His eyes strike a chord within you. You hold the two images of him against your inner eye constantly, paying spot the differences continuously as the shy boy grows into a more mature version of himself. And to see that awakens an old ache inside of you, somehow. The ache to find a family, a tribe. Someone to guard and share every part of you. To be home.

Having this distant-close relationship of slow gazes and timid smiles reminds you of time. Reminds you of how time passes. Of how time sometimes plays in your favor and sometimes doesn’t. It’s on a sunny day in spring that you find Jungkook taking the spot beside you on the lush grass of the school’s park.

“Hey,” he says, a little shy but obviously with fresh courage. This moment is special somehow because the gang is not around and Jungkook is talking to you.

“Where are your buddies?” you say because you don’t want to seem disappointed by how they’d taken the raven-haired transfer away from you. He just nods in the direction of the basketball courts and the gym.

“So why are you here?” “Cause it’s quiet here.” And that’s good. Quiet is something you appreciate as well, inside and outside of rooms. It’s why you’re personally grateful to whoever built the library, the bookstore cafe, and this park. So you just revel in the gentle breeze that pushes the sun’s heat away when it becomes too much to bear comfortably. You revel in the fact that you’ve got a free period and that you’ve finished all your assignments yesterday. You revel in the fact that Jungkook spends time next to you although he doesn’t have to, and that he’s so easy to be around that he doesn’t make the silence awkward.

Your time together feels good, to your body, to your soul and your spirit. Maybe it’s the happy chatter of the hyungs or maybe it’s the strange chill creeping up your body that has you open your eyes in uncertainty. You must’ve fallen asleep because the sun is almost gone by now. With shock in your heart, you turn around. You’re not sure what you’re seeing but the only way to explain it is pack behavior. Everyone is there. The whole Bangtan gang is there, chattering in a chill way on picnic blankets, surrounded by food and even a warm chain of lights. You see Jimin and Yoongi, Seokjin and Hoseok, even Taehyung. They haven’t noticed you’ve woken up, or maybe they have and just don’t care, but there’s still enough food for you and someone has put a soft blanket over your sleeping body.

When there’s a soft sigh coming from your other side, you turn back around to find you’d completely overlooked Namjoon and Jungkook. The position they’re in is the weirdest thing you’ve ever seen, and never read of, but somehow, it feels like comfort. Jungkook is leaning against Namjoon’s chest, looking all blissed out while he’s got the elder nibbling on his bare neck. For a second, it looks like Namjoon is biting him. As if that’s not strange enough already, Jungkook sighs, even making a purring noise you’ve never heard come out of but it’s such a soft-looking action and then, Namjoon is gently licking the spot, so it might just be wolf behavior. You’re not sure if that’s intimate or if you should blush or turn away so you just stay still. What you know is that Namjoon looks mighty purposeful while he’s doing it and Jungkook seems to like it.

After Namjoon is done, Jungkook happily jumps back to the others. Before you can think anything, Namjoon’s hand meets your shoulder.

“You’re awake, yeah? Have some food.” It’s a peaceful evening, as you sit with the Bangtan gang, sharing their outstanding food and listening to the conversations. A couple of times, Jungkook sends you a sweet smile and even asks whether you need anything.

The feeling of home returns when you stand with the wolves. They watch you and you watch them. There’s one big wolf who you think must be Seokjin, matching his height. However, the timbre of his voice inside your head turns everything around. Jungkook. He might be the youngest, but his wolf is a declaration, a promise about his future. It’s a strong wolf that still has to learn what it is capable of. As if he himself hasn’t grasped the concept of his appearance yet, another wolf nudges him forward, into your side. Slowly, he makes his way over to your hands, to your gentle welcome back. Inside the strong wolf is Jungkook, honey-voiced and sincere, a respected Alpha in the making.

“I’m glad you’re here. Thank you for taking care of me that first day and ever since, noona.”

Thanks for reading! :)

Masterlist | moodboard masterlist

taglist: @xmagicxshopx, @jiminnies-baby, @inappropriatepirate

Seokjin |Yoongi | Hoseok | Namjoon | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook

[amarnxs]

Confieso que encontré mi razón para sonreír. Encontré a alguien con quien quiero compartir mi cama, mi amor y mi vida. Encontré a alguien que podía tomar mi enfermizamente dulce corazón, y que soportó mi humor increíblemente amargo.

Eternizado / Emulado Corazon

[desorden-en-letras]

Estar con ella era como sentarse afuera junto al mar al atardecer. No creo que necesite decir más.

Jonathan Carrol