JUNGKOOK IS DIFFERENT.

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kisses pt 2

i asked jungkook how school was tonight,
and he looked down from the stars.
his eyes grew hollow,
and his expression grew blank.
he told me,
it's not going too well.

because ever since i've been gone,
nobody is scared.
rumours are bubbling,
like an overflowing teapot.

and the bullies i hit,
are hitting him now.
because nobody will stop them.

jungkook has been wearing his
dandelion sweater again.
he says he can't help it,
when he makes the scars.
he says he feels he deserves it all,
that because he's weak he's in pain.

i pulled up his sleeves,
and kissed every scar.
every indent,
every cut,
every bruise,
every part of him that was hurting.

he started crying,
warm tears rolling down his cheeks.
staining his skin,
taking his breath away.
i kissed his cheeks,
where the stream of tears were.

and i kissed his lips,
his heavy against mine.
he breathed into the kiss,
huge puffs of warm air against my lips.
he sniffled as i kissed him,

vanilla lips bitter with sadness.