THE QUIET.

|fifty five

"you're so fucking perfect." he mumbled,

running his hands through my hair.

he didn't know i was awake.

it was dark in his bedroom.

i came over again only hours ago,

and just cried until i fell asleep.

i was laying in his bed facing the window,

while he laid behind me.

"yet, you have so many issues."

"how does someone like you even exist in the same world as me?"

"you're like an star compared to everyone else."

"a perfect star we don't deserve in our empty, dark skies."

his fingers gently pulled at my hair in a soothing kind of way.

"why are you even here with me right now?"

"i don't deserve being with you."

"yoongi doesn't know how lucky he is to own your heart."

"yet, he put it aside like it was nothing."

"i don't understand that."

"if i had the honor of owning your heart, i'd hold it like a trophy."

"people would get so tired of me always showing it off, but every time i even caught a glimpse of it, i would smile at my success."

"i would be so proud of myself for attaining something so beautiful and pure."

"but, i can't. it doesn't belong to me."

"yoongi owns it. he will always own your heart."

"i know i'll always come in second place compared to him,"

"and i know you're only here with me because you can't be there with him, and that hurts."

his hand froze for a second.

"but that's okay."

"it's okay because being able to lay here with you until you wake up is worth it."