Oct 15, 2016
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정국씨
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Your muse’s contact name
정국씨
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( time frame mid-november ‘08 )
all bro
✆ for a morning text
[ kkt to | 국이 🍪 ] saw you running across campus to catch some students[ kkt to | 국이 🍪 ] just the kind of thing i needed to see to make my morning 🤗 [ kkt to | 국이 🍪 ] will probably stop by during lunch btw
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wandering alone at night
the air is chilly against his skin and taehyun allows himself to stay in front of the closed restaurant, cigarette between his fingers, recently dyed hair falling on his eyes. the blonde left its mark, his hair strands feel like nylon against his fingertips and it makes taehyun frown, annoyed. he used to have such a nice hair and now look at this mess. he shoves his free hand back into his jacket’s pocket, ready to start walking towards the station when he sees someone walking down the street and he stops.
taehyun stares for a while almost shamelessly so. jungkook has obviously not noticed him yet, but not that that matters much now, not when everything is out in the open. but after hiding for so long taehyun has made a habit out of it. he smokes, wonders what he is doing walking around this late at night all by himself. his heart aches inside his chest but just a little bit, this dull pain that taehyun grew used to by now. he once had a choice: either accepting being only his friend or not having him in any way - which, to be honest, wasn’t much of a choice at all.
the young man sighs, throws his cigarette on his feet and steps on it before picking it up and throwing it in the trash. it was just half done but taehyun never smokes around him now, some sort of olive branch. “hey,” he calls and when jungkook looks back at him, taehyun smiles open and bright. he’s happy to see him and he shows it. there’s nothing to hide. “wait up,” he shouts as he half runs towards him, “what are you doing here?”
“just walking,” jungkook replies, shrugging. taehyun shrugs along. “going home?”
“yup,” nods, “can i walk with you?”
“that’s a stupid question, tae.”
taehyun laughs, and they walk side by side.
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✘ for a text that should never have been sent
[ kkt – kookie 🍪 ] i’m serious jungkook[ kkt – kookie 🍪 ] get it together dude[ kkt – kookie 🍪 ] stop messing around with taehyun, he doesn’t deserve that shit [ kkt – kookie 🍪 ] this isn’t some makjang lol[ kkt – kookie 🍪 ] if you can’t make up your mind then fuck off
gimme all
send ✆ for a morning text
( sms ⇢ two-bit britney 💩 ) JEON JUNGKOOK( sms ⇢ two-bit britney 💩 ) IT’S NOT EVEN 9AM( sms ⇢ two-bit britney 💩 ) what do u mean let’s go to karaoke??( sms ⇢ two-bit britney 💩 ) r they even open yet??? ?
rain, rain, “jungkook, go away!” ft. @kwjungkook
this has become something like a routine now. london will finish her last class of the day at about five, sort her notes, shut her textbooks, then start her walk back to myogak on the other side of campus. she’ll take a detour, search the bottom of her bag for loose change, and buy a cappuccino with two sugars at the first cafe she spots. it was easier earlier in the semester, when the sun persevered, tried to stay in the sky for a little while longer before summer was declared well and truly over. now, london’s had to change things a little.
the new and improved routine involves calling the campus security guard to walk home with her. she doesn’t remember when or why he became an option, but for a little peace of mind, london will settle for this. it’s awkward nine times out of ten, neither of them saying much the entire walk.
today, it’s raining.
by the end of today, london’s going to wish they’d stayed awkward and quiet.
“so, um, what kind of music do you listen to?”
it was an innocent enough question, a catalyst for some small talk under the shelter of jungkook’s giant umbrella shielding them from the rain. it’s somewhat unusual for it to be raining this much this early into autumn, but this is nothing new for a girl who was raised in a city where summer lasted only a week -- if you were lucky, anyway.
they’re waiting for the pedestrian light when she watches him pull out a pair of earbuds, offering one to london. she accepts it, supposing it’ll diffuse the awkwardness, and, in hindsight... she’s right. goodbye awkward walk.
“wait. is this...” london furrows her eyebrows, wants to resist the look of disgust that wants to take over her features as the music plays, but it’s difficult when she realises, “one direction?”
top of the mountain ( july ‘14 ) @kwjungkook
in the Lord I take refuge; how can you say to my soul, "flee as a bird to your mountain; ( psalm 11:1 ).
he didn’t expect to find the verse so literal as he stares at the pocket bible on his lap while casually sitting by a creek he passed by while hiking. it’s something he’s always carried with him (especially when going on trips). a habit that’s been ingrained in him since communion class when the teacher would often start the lesson with a passage that tied in. taewon doesn’t pull it out much anymore though. doesn’t really take a look at it unless he’s a bit lost. unable to figure out which path and having to resort looking at like taking a peek at a cheat sheet.
although it’s anything but that.
yet he can’t help but feel like he’s doing something similar along the lines of cheating because he assumed that he’d figure things out for himself. figured out all the right expression to react. knows what to do with his life. content with the people around him and holding strong to the faith that he’s followed almost all of his life.
“hey tae, i have something to tell you... i’m bisexual.”
funny how he wrong he was. everything he thought before turning into possible lies. there he was, shaken up by one of the people around him. the one person that he thought he’d never felt this conflicted towards. simply by a few words.
and he doesn’t know whether to feel okay to feel this confused or not. whether it was right to feel wrong or wrong to feel right at the . if it was alright as a best friend to be unable to fully support his friend 100%. if it was wrong to hesitate and take a step back because he was afraid. or was he really?
those thoughts lingered on his mind since then until the early hours of the morning and a restless sleep (camping and sleeping in a tent with three guys can get pretty cramped) left taewon wide awake at the dusk of dawn and prompted him to take the small hike in the first place. he flips through the thin pages, picking out random passages and mumbling them softly to himself finding them harder to digest with each letter he enunciates.
yet, he finds it comforting, something that helps clears his mind a bit. lets him organize his thoughts as he sorts his feelings of mild hesitation (never beyond disgust). sorts his beliefs and rational until it’s easier to put it into words. or hopefully come out as words.
the sound of branches snapping softly from behind surprises taewon, a slight jump from his body but he doesn’t turn around to look. doesn’t think he needs to look as he shifts over to the right, a space forming on the left as he calls out, “am i that easy to find, jungkook-ah?”