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you know what's a wondrous sight?

Jungkook writing.

as i write this, my legs stretched out on our neat bed- i watch him from across the room, on his contrasting messy desk with a pencil in his hand.

the lead of the pencil swipes across the paper- murmurs of broken words and poetry leave his lips as he licks them, bites them, tugs them as he thinks, his elbows lean on the hard surface as he fiddles with his chaotic curls- dried from his shower. he's shirtless- his tanned skin on show, glorifying his lean, masculine body and a necklace dangles from his neck and hits against his prominent collarbone every few seconds. ripped jeans fit his toned legs, the rips becoming bigger as his ring covered fingers dig into the holes.

and i find myself throwing my journal on top of the covers and coming up behind him, my hands sliding across his broad shoulders- skin on skin as i lean my head down and kiss the side of his neck.

"mine." i whisper and he smiles, turning his head- his hair tickling my face as he tugs my bottom lip and kisses me with the same whisper, the same word.

verona