PERFUME CALLED ATTRACTION → JIKOOK

sixteen

somehow, yoongi stood in my room as you leaned against the wall in discomfort.

"well? what are you here for?" you asked in curiosity.

"jimin."

"yes?"

I hesitantly spoke, my voice barely audible.

"I think I love you."

i don't know what crashed first.

my world, or yours, jungkook.

he loves me, how do you feel?

angry? sad? displeased? jealous? happy?

"i'll treat you well this time, please just give me a chance," i knew yoongi meant it sincerely, but i knew my feelings were speaking to me sincerely, too.

"jimin?"

you looked up at me, i didn't know what to say, or what to do.

"i'm sorry, i can befriend you but nothing more," i spoke.

i heard a sigh of relief coming from you, and i had to try to hide the urge to smile.

but yoongi - he was broken.

i know how he feels.

"it's okay." 

i held his hand reassuringly,

even if i wasn't dating him i would support him in every way i could.

sooner or later, he had left.

he gave us his number, i'm glad.

his 'i love you' did effect me, but wow,

i didn't think i would expect another one, but from you.

"i love you, jimin."

say it, one more time.

i want to hear of eternity.

that phrase is all i need.

hug me harder, more painfully, more tightly.

"jungkook?"

"yes, sweetheart?"

"i hope you don't forget that you're my fifth season."

even though i haven't seen my limits, the extent is probably you.

i wanted my love for you to be tender and soft, like waves - i didn't know you'd bring me a whole ocean.

dream or a reality?

that's not important.

all that matters is you're next to me, your hand engulfed in mine.

but soon, maybe, that'll end.