@qiangun
sitting on the rooftop of some building, with his legs dangling over the edge, he looks down at the tops of people’s heads, watching them as they pass through their day without so much as a glance upwards. he finds it interesting how people are always either looking down or in front of them, but never up. sometimes he looks up, when he wants to be an idiot ( and forget the world around him existed. for then it would just be him and the sky and the stars you could not see ). he then settles for looking at his shoes, and how big they seem comparison to the tiny tiny people down there. vertigo is weak and small in his body, but he feels it nonetheless. perhaps in the way his stomach seems to shrink when he throws his head back. he’s met with a voice that’s all too familiar, and jungkook turns to smile.
“if you’re curious, I ain’t gonna jump.” he doesn’t know why he finds the thought funny, but he does. and he’s laughing because it’s hilarious-- him, killing himself. maybe it’s because he has no reason for it that he finds all too amusing. “maybe when i’m fifty and living off my grandchildren.”
