good night
jungkook wanted to play house again today.
he must really like house.
we played lots,
i was a rock star
and he was a chef at a lamb skewer shop.
when i came home from my long day of performances by the swing set,
(that jungkook watched, of course),
jungkook greeted me 'home' warmly.
he brought me to the top of the play-set,
where our imaginary room was.
our beds were the twin slides,
the big, red ones that looped around.
we laid at the top of the slides,
pretending to sleep after a long day.
jungkook crawled over the slide,
looming over me.
i opened my eyes,
and watched as he got close to me.
he put his arms by my head,
and leaned closer and closer.
and in the middle of the full playground,
he kissed the edge of my lips.
his lips were soft against my skin,
almost too soft for a guy.
he whispered,
"good night, sweetie."
YOU ARE READING
JUNGKOOK IS DIFFERENT.
Fanfiction"i heard i'm not supposed to like him, because he's different." YK // complete
