#My god that song has possesed me for like. a week straight

[medicalunprofessional]

‘ My skin is metallic now, no longer an elegant powder blue ‘

- King Crimson. Lyrics to “Dig Me”

[jiminsgalaxxi]

EUPHORIA

Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader

☆ Recording Studio

☆ One shot || smut

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Thank God for halter tops and maxi skirts! The summer sun felt like spotlight on your skin ready to burn a hole through you. You pushed through the door to Jungkook's studio and welcomed the cool blast of aircon on your skin. You happily sighed with the relief. "Ah, bliss."

In the studio, Jungkook and his producers were busy discussing about the new song they were planning to release. A familiar face pops up out of the huddle, "Hi, Y/N!" Adora cheerfully waves at you. "Heya!", you waved back. A couple more heads turned but only one face mattered to you most.

Flashing you a boyish smile with a twinkle in his eye, "One more run with our new mix and we should be done." He reassures you. "All good, babe. Take your time.", you smiled back.

After a few more minutes of bouncing back ideas, Jungkook gets into the glass booth and starts recording. His soft voice blending so well with the melody, your chest swells up with pride for having this wonderful human yours. 

There was always something with the way he sang that was so emotive that you just can't help but believe everything he sang to you. Looking at him through the glass window, his sang to the Sony C800GPAC microphone evocatively. A misty voice in a foggy morning dawn, cool and soothing.

He poured out everything that he has for any and all challenges, a trait you have always loved in him, so passionate in everything that he did; his dance, his singing, his music, his solo performances on stage and most especially in bed.

Jungkook in bed was fire understated.

Since the rest of the producers were busy analyzing the musical score, you took on the freedom to stare at him avidly. Noting how his eyes soften to match the mood; his lips softly rolling off the lyrics. You remembered how his lips felt possesively over yours just last night. Your eyes continued to travel down his neck, where you always like to kiss that pulsating vein. The groove of his chest discernable under his shirt where you love to feel his heart beat double time when you get close. Hands gently holding his studio headphones, big veins running the length of his arm disappearing under his shirt, the same hands that know exactly where to touch and make you quiver in ecstasy.

Just thinking about that was already making you hot, yet the a/c was blasting at max. How much longer until you can get him alone for yourself? As if on cue, his eyes found yours. As he sang out the last few notes of the melody, the soft look in his eyes has gone and his lips have curved into a slow smile.

It made you a little breathless. You know all to well what that look was.

Girls all around the world are crazy already about him and his band. Who wouldn't? They were handsome, talented, and dork level relatable.

Jungkook seemed to be cherished by the majority of the population of fans and even by his hyungs. He was funny, generous, athletic, and artistic in every way but most importantly, he belonged to you. Now, they are just doing some final touches to the mix just in time for their upcoming album release.

"That was awesome, Jungkook!" The foreign producer speaks through the mic packing the recording up. A grammy-winning producer has happily collaborated with BTS after weeks of exchanging emails and samples.

Jungkook gives two thumbs up paired with a big smile then started to tidy up inside the recording booth. "I'll run this through with Bang Si Hyuk in the morning and see if it works out with the final production.", the producer continues. "We've made about 15 samples and I'm pretty sure one of them will suit the story line" Namjoon interjects as if reassuring Jungkook. He knows how hard Jungkook has worked on this song, asking the younger man to record and re-record to change the mood of the song.

That was one of the things you loved about their brotherhood; they always pushed each other to their limits and bring out the best in them. They looked out for and genuinely cared for their group's well-being. Their admiration for each other was true and undeniable. All the boys were especially doting to Jungkook for being the maknae.

Jungkook was the amalgamation of all his hyungs.

You noticed the newly built three-meter fish tank on the far side of the room, a dimmed back light making the water glow as you looked around. You and Jungkook were just talking about adding either small tropical fishes or an arowana yesterday when you saw something golden reflecting in the low light elegantly glided by. So, he did get a gold arowana!

“How ya been, Y/N? You are looking especially captivating today.” you felt a weight shift on the leather couch you were sitting on as another figure sat beside you. “Hello, Yi Jeong.", giving him a tentative reply. "It's JPearl now," giving you a look through the side of his eyes. He had always been very friendly towards you albeit bordering on flirty sometimes but he was never physically forward. Yi Jeong aka JPearl appears to always find a reason to approach you. Looking him over, he was actually handsome. Tall and lean, straight black hair framing a small face with uncanningly black eyes, high nose bridge and thick pink lips.

Just imagine if Jimin and Seokjin had an offspring, it would be JPearl.

"I don't think I will ever get used to calling you JPearl. It sounds a little..." your eyes trailed the sound equipment on the table searching for the right word for it, "...offbeat", looking him in the eye. Arms folded, he leaned his head to you "Actually, you are the only one who calls me by my real name. I don't really mind what name you call me, sweet cakes, as long as you call me. Hearing you say my name is a beautiful song already." he finished with a wink. "M'kay" you laughed fakely.

What a flirt.

"Hey, what's this?" You find JPearl picking something up from your bare shoulder with his fingertips. It was when he gave it a little tug that you felt it. What seemed to be an invisible thread at first was actually a very long thin silver hair pinned under the skinny strap of your halter top. “Don’t!” your hand clamping down on his, his face puzzled. “It’s my lucky charm.”, you continued with a dry smile. “Oh. Sorry. I couldn’t help myself.” he apologized. “Is that an apology?” you teased.

He started to open his mouth to say something when a voice interrupted. “The only person he will apologize to is me.” Jungkook standing in front of you, his voice dropping low, his eyes almost challenging JPearl. “Hey, Jungkook. No harm intended.” JPearl raising both hands up. “Yeah, keep your hands to yourself and off my girl.” Jungkook almost confrontational. 

The other people in the room all of a sudden turned their heads around and fell silent upon hearing the low tones of threat in Jungkook’s voice. “Yah, Jungkook, all good there?” Namjoon asks. JPearl has stood up by this time but still Jungkook, who is even younger, towers over him. “I said, no harm done, Jungkook.” JPearl clarifies. Jungkook kept his eyes on him, near narrow slits. You decided to intervene. “Okay, puppies, drop it. As JPearl said, no harm done.” and in a louder voice, “Why don’t we go to the other room. I brought you something nice to snack on. You guys have been working hard today.” Glancing at Namjoon, “All good here”, putting a thumb up and a beaming smile.

Upon hearing there was food waiting, everybody started for the door. “Yeah, food! Thanks Y/N! You’re always the best!” Adora gives you a tight hug before half-running out of the room. She’s always been so sweet to you, although you have tried many times to make her tell you her real name. None of the boys know it, too. “Can you remember it now?” she asked peeping her head by the door frame. You give her a big smile while shaking your head. She did tell you that one night when you both were drunk but the memory escapes you. Sneaky.

You felt a hand brush up on your arm, Jungkook softly pulling you to him. “Hey, what was that all about?”, you asked. “I just don’t like that punk getting close to you.” eyes down, brows furrowed with his reply. “I know but see, I’m okay. He can be really friendly sometimes but you know I can handle him.” leaning your head to the side to look at his downcast face, still obviously upset, you laid a hand on his chest. He was cutely chewing his lower lip and that just made you want to kiss him so bad. “Friendly, my ass.” he huffed, “I know all too well what he is doing.”, “Is my Kookie jealous?” feeling a little giddy asking him that when you know all too well he was. 

“No, I’m just letting everyone know what is mine.” and with that his head swooped down to claim your lips. It was soft and almost peckish. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you felt him press you closer, your breast against him. He was always so possessive and you like that, especially when he gets like this. The course of his kiss changed to something more insistent, you can’t help but open up your lips to let his tongue in. His hands running up and down your back have lingered down to cup your derriere. “Why you gotta be so hot all the time? You drive me crazy.” His voice rough with need, “Fuck, you’re not even wearing a bra. What else is missing in your outfit today?”, he holds you closer to his hips, his growing desire obvious between his legs. He continued kissing you down your ivory neck while your breath in his ear made him all the more aroused. But you pushed him away all of a sudden, “Jungkook, wait! Here?” you scanned around, you can hear warning bells ringing in the corner of your mind. You and him in his recording studio with possible CCTVs monitoring what you were doing. “Don’t worry, no cameras in here. I made sure just in case of...” he looks down at your flushed face “...sexy times” As if reading your mind, his teeth flashed in his naughty smile. “Are you sure? But what about the others waiting for us? And your door, it’s fucking translucent.” you were skeptical. You looked to the door where you can see shadows of passersby.  “They can wait. It’s frosted and also auto-lock. No one else knows the passcode. Not even Jimin. Trust me.” he assured. “Now where were we, baby girl?” the want in his voice unmistakable.

“If that’s the case”, you languidly snake your hands over his nape, “Right here.” you whispered, pulling him down for another kiss. You feel him harden between the crevice of your hips. The promiscuity in his studio with the possibility of being caught stirred a different kind of excitement in you.

You turned around to settled your bottom against his erection while moving your hair aside exposing your bare back to him. Holding your hips to his, he slowly starts to gyrate against you. "Your ass feels so good" he whispers in between kisses against your bare shoulder. Hands spanning your slim waist and sliding up to your breasts. You drop your head back savoring the feeling spreading all over your body. "I love the way you smell, baby girl" his voice gruff on your neck. He turned you around and opens his mouth over yours. His hands cupped your ass, massaging them to his arousal. Standing on tiptoes and pressing your breasts to him, you felt his hands inch down to your thighs and in one swift motion lifted you up, legs wrapped around his waist. You lustily gasped in his mouth with surprise but took his lips back, delving your tongue inside to taste more of him. 

Your body always wanting more of him. 

He sets you down on his table, his recording equipment strewn beside you, his kiss undisturbed. Putting your legs on either side of the arm rest of his swivel chair, he ran his hands over your legs hiking your skirt up, he motioned to sit on his chair when you stopped him, “I wanna show you something”, pushing your hair away, you pulled the black skinny string at your nape. Jungkook’s eye followed the fabric of your halter top slowly fall away, exposing your creamy breasts. “Do you like it?” biting on your lip.

 “I love it.”

You found his eyes transfixed on your nipple ring. His hands slowly followed the trail of your neck down to cup your breast, his touch almost scorching. His head lowered to relish on your pierced nipple, wet tongue flicking on your already sensitive nub sending bolts of hot flushes to the pit of your stomach. As his other hand kneaded your other breast, he continued to play with your nipple ring. You thought you were going to go mad with his teasing, you grabbed a fistful of his hair as you arched your back to him. Closing your eyes and throwing your head back, you bit on your lower lip to contain the pleasure running all over your body. A husky moan escaped from your throat as your legs drew him closer. 

“Jungkook”, your voice barely a whisper as he leaves a trail of hot kisses from your breast to your sensitive belly button. You hear the rustle of your skirt as he lifted it up over you thighs. “I can see how hot you are for me, baby girl. God, you are so wet”  your wetness soaking through the crotch of your bodysuit, he started to palm your sex over the fabric, the friction of the buttons on your clit escalating your lust. “Only for you.” You countered in a raspy voice, you heart pounding in your ears. “Touch me, I want to feel your fingers inside me.” He released the three buttons holding your bodysuit to reveal the soft folds of your throbbing womanhood. 

“Fuck, you’re not even wearing panties” you brushed your tongue over your lips as you give him an impish smile. “Touch me,” you said to him again. His eyes darkened to kiss you, his hand brushing the inside of your thigh finding its way to touch you between your legs. After licking his fingers, he deftly slid a digit in to you. In and out of your damp slit, thumbing your sensitive bud. “Like this?” his warm breath in your ear as you throw your head back. Another fingers joined to fondle you, you can only moan in pleasure to answer him. 

He gives you a torrid kiss before disappearing under your skirt that has bunched up on your waist and hips. The moment his warm tongue touched your core, you felt the coil in your stomach tighten ten-fold. His hands cupping the sides of your hips as he continues to ravage you. "You taste so good, baby girl" the humming vibration of his voice against your pussy shot a burn to your stomach. You can feel the building white heat spreading across you, consuming rationality. Your thighs tighten and you feel yourself start to quiver as you feel your climax coming. "Jungkook, I- I'm cumming" you grab his hair as ecstasy wash over you. "No, we cum together." His voice almost violently rough against your thigh. He comes up to take his hardened dick out of his pants. You help him out of his shirt and run your hands over his toned torso. You tug him close to kiss his chest and suck on his nipple, your hands gliding to touch what you can reach of his bottom.

He tilts you up by the chin, "Taste yourself" he murmurs before closing his mouth over yours. Your hands reached out to fondle his dick and rubbed its wet tip against your clit, sending a shockwave of rapture through your body. You moaned in his mouth with erotic pleasure. "You like that, huh?" his hands kneading your breasts.

"Take me to utopia."

That was all he needed to shove his blunt length into you, spreading you from the inside. He growled in your kiss as he felt your heat engulfing him. Moaning his name, your fingers dug onto his back as he starts to slowly pace his thrusts. He pulled his hips back almost taking himself out and thrusting back into you again."Fuck! You feel so good, baby girl” burrowing his head on the crook of your neck. “I like that, don’t stop” you bit onto his shoulder. The feel of your breast rubbing against his chest magnified your inflamed desire a hundred fold. “You’re so tight and wet. You are driving me insane” his breath panting against your skin. 

“You’re so thick, Jungkook. Take me higher.“ you leaned on your elbows exposing your half naked body to him, arching your back. He grabbed you by your hips and sped up his pace.

You feel white heat spreading across your belly and onto the rest of your body. “Jungkook!” His thumb rubbing on your throbbing clit as his full length filled your walls. "Right here, baby? Is this your sweet spot?". His increased thrust touching your magic spot made you stifle the moans wanting to escape from your mouth. The tightened coil in your tummy becoming too taut is ready to come undone.

Your head turns to the aquarium by the wall and you can see the reflection of your lasciviousness. This and the beady sweat forming on Jungkook's forehead turned you on even more. His low growl each time he pumps into you makes your pussy wetter.

Finally, you feel the pressure ready to burst within you and you find yourself uncontrollably yielding to it. Head upturned and back arching, your walls clenched tighter around his member. You feel yourself clinging onto him as your body surrenders to ecstasy.

You feel Jungkook grip your thighs tighter as he pushes in for a final thrust to his summit. Your bodies riding the wave of your euphoria.

His head drops to the crook of your neck, all sweaty and heart throbbing at high-octane speed. "That felt so good, baby girl."

"You are the cause of my euphoria" you traced his jaw with your finger. He smiles into your skin.

"Can you wear this more often." His eyes playful. "Jungkook." You both chuckle at the same time. You sucked in a breath as he withdraws out of you.

Retying the black string on your nape, you looked up at him to ask, "Can we get something to eat now?" He laughs as he swings you down from your perch and escorts you out of the room.

His golden arowana swimming in his tank, unbothered.

~fin.

[wandererhills]

“Master of the Heavenly Yard” English translyrics

Hi! Some weeks ago I made a long post explaining why I was kind of disillusioned with the Evillious Chronicles, and I still agree with a lot fo things I said in that post.

But I’ve been listening to MOTHeavenlyY and I’ve realized it’s kind of an amazing song, so I decided to write singable lyrics in case anyone wants to fandub it.

These are partially inspired by pricecheck’s translation of the lyrics, wich can be found here.

Chapter 1: Prologue

It's been a thousand years

And look at all of the mistakes we made

The only thing we brought were tears

“If only I...” I hear a wish

But there is nothing to be done now

For Punishment's already here

Oh, hundreds of millions of lost, wandering souls

Oh, children of malice and sin

Did we have it coming all along?

It's a fitting end to all of us?

I'm not surprised that those sons of bitches

would die believing as much

So now that all is said and done,

is there anything that we forgot

journeying together thorugh these thousand years?

I guess if I, just sit and wait

the answer won't just reveal itself

So I'll have to go searching for you

Chapter 2: The Hunt for the Deadly Sins

In the middle of a world that's been destroyed

Floats a lonely theater, high above

The spirits of the dead gathering around

So they can all worship a black box

Listening to their leader, the Gadener

giving all the souls some simple orders

These are the things that they should work towards

In order to save the world from destruction

You must go and destroy the souls that the seven demons possesed

Go and kill the source of malice, the conractors of the deadly sins

The desperate dead are starting to mobilize

The hunt for the deadly sins has now begun

Chapter 3: The Princess Sets Out

Before the princess can react

a deep sleep takes hold of her entourage

It seems that somebody has brought her “gift”

Without the one who swore he would protect the princess at all costs

There's nothing now that can stop the Gardener's troops

But on the back of a pure white mare

Sees the princess a strong, brave nun

Who helps her escape unscathed from there

To a new joruney that awaits

I am so tired of doing nothing but waiting for you

And I hate how I'm always defenceless

If I can do this on my own, without relying on others too much

I'll puff my chest with pride when I go searching for you

Chapter 4: The Heroes

Just what exactly does the word “evil” mean?

Those who are burdened with the seven deadly sins

They should have vanished when the world turned to ruin

But they all somehow manged to live

“Is a sinner's redemption an impossible act?”

A voice is now rising above all the rest

As to stop the Gardener's ambitions and plans

The heroes and the commoners

Rise their pahntom blades at once

This world's justice and evil,

let us change them all into a song

Because Punishment has already befallen us

And so it seems the time has come

for us to take a stand and fight

So the mistakes we made so long ago won't repeat

Chapter 5: BLACKBOX

The forbidden black box floating in the sky

is about to open up

It might cause divine purification

Or a complete reset

Do not forget that the souls of the normal folk

are nothing more than regular data files

Look how the springs in the black box start to go around

Just so everything spins and melts inside of it

There's no way you can avoid that vortex and all its might

For it is a part of the Gods' legacy, their program

And there is no one who could somehow stop that device

Unless we are straight up talking about a god

There is one person alone who continues to live

Only one in the whole world

She rised her gun in the air, pulled the trigger and stared

as she fired a bullet of gold

Who knows who she might be thinking of

as she gazes at the black fireworks

dancing in the sky above her head

This signs the end of an era, the era of the gods of old

Time is finally moving forward again

Chapter 6: Not Eve

Now let me tell you the story of the end

From where do you suppose I should start?

As for my name, you can call me... (x4)

Who?

Chapter 7: The End of the Capriccio

Finally she had arrived at the theater,

in the eyes of the Princess

This was not only a villain's lair,

it was also a home from long ago

It wouldn't make sense to regard the Gardener

as anything other than a puppet

The mastermind was the one in the doll

The miniature garden's girl

Oh, tell me Gear, why do you protect her?

You must certainly be aware

That the girl I am talking about is not the one you long for

If you claim you shall get in the way then

don't believe that I shall hesitate

For it is I, the princess of Lucifer

People call me the Daughter of Evil

And finally the time had arrived,

she heard the bells that announced the end

Hear a Heartbeat's Clocktower resound,

sin got carved into its hands

Regardless of what kind of person they are,

if they get in the way of my desdires

I will have them purged from this world

Come, kneel to me!

Chapter 8: Reunion

It's been a thousand years

And look at all of the mistakes we made

The only thing we brought were tears

For so long I hoped

that I would see you with my eyes again

And I haven't forgotten your name...

M A

Chapter 9: The Pure Evil

The boy who had searched for the princess

found that She was inside his sister

The witch who had absorved the seven demons

Seeking to finally become a truly perfect being

Just before she vanished, the Director Doll

Brought back to life the will of the witch

Just before being completely pulled into the black box

The Gardener had this to say to the boy:

“If you want to save the world,

you must go and kill that girl

Kill the witch who brought the nightmare

and the Daughter of Evil who fused with her”

Now that he is forced upon a final choice

Tell us boy, of your decision and its scope

Chapter 10: The Boy's Decision

“Just what does the word “evil” mean?”

Someone onced screamed

Nobody can deny, in everyone there's greed

And I won't hesitate to say that I'm the same

So both the whole world and you

are coming with me

Chapter 11: Re_Birthday Truth

Thanks to my will and my determation

came on a whim a miracle

From your hand I saw it fall

a tiny bottle

Read on a note a message you wrote

“Don't you forget to rescue me!”

I can't help but chuckle

This sounds so much like you

It's alright, don't worry 'cause

I will protect you with all my might

We don't have to fight against the world anymore

Come now, let us join our hands

and move forwards all as one

for the sake of the new world

and for yours as well!

Don't look down, direct your eyes towards the sky

The world is like the Moon reflecting on a mirror

The time has now come for you who are looking our way

from far away

to finally open your eyes and awake

[missycj-blog1]

part 1: pedestrian lane

It is gloomy at that time of year in Amsterdam. The cold runs on people’s skin, making them shiver and their goosebumps visible. The streets are slippery wet, window glasses are moist, and umbrellas are raised blocking one’s vision.

9th of July, Monday, 6:00am: Apartment

You hate waking up early in the morning, and you treat your alarm as your worst enemy. You always set it 30 minutes before it snoozes to get your droopy eyes, lazy bod, and dysfunctional mind ready to face the day. When you get up, you always try to recall last night’s dream, yet you forget, as it has always been that way. As you do your routine, you play your For Rainy Days playlist to lift up the mood. Choosing clothes and accessories to wear also helps to excite you in the AM. You prefer hot teas because you hate the smell of coffee, when it is poured into your cup and when it leaves its scent in your mouth. Since the university is just 7 blocks away from your apartment, you don’t drive, you walk. Well, you don’t have your license yet, you don’t really have a choice.

7:00 am: Stoplight

Through drought and famine, natural disasters, my baby has been around for me

The last song plays off your playlist as you stop and wait for the pedestrian lights to turn green. A boy stands idly across the lane and catches your attention. His skin is very pale, close to the snow’s hue. He wears black, all black from head to toe. The only living colour in his appearance is his lips, they almost possess all shades of red. He freely taps his shoe to the music he’s listening, making people want to as well listen.

The light finally shifts from red to green, and you start walking towards his space. He steps forward, making your pulse beat at a great speed. You can’t keep your eyes off of him. It seems like you know him, and you did not want the walking to end. You needed the lane to be longer and your midpoint farther. The song playing seems to fade, and you started hearing his footsteps louder. He stares at you like he knows you too. As you nearly walk past each other, you avoid contact.

‘Shit, shit. Shit? Shit! Why did I stare at him like that? Am I creepy? Did he feel uneasy? Stupid. We were the only ones crossing the lane. Who else would I stare at? Dummy. Duh. Your way to university. Where else could it be’, you whispered in your head. You regret the way you observed him, but you are far more distracted of how you reacted to the situation. How much can a stranger leave you that certain feeling? You usually don’t care about anything, other than your dancing.

2:00 pm

Walking across the corridors of your college, you hear piano keys played smoothly that you want to search where it comes from. You peek through the privacy window of every classroom until you reach the music room. There is a grand piano situated at the corner of the room which is played by some boy. You can’t clearly see his face, but you wish to. You decide to stay and sit outside the room to prevent disturbance. You are still stunned by the piece, making your eyes close and your soul sway.

Minutes have passed, you slowly open your eyes. The music stopped, you don’t know for how long. At your peripheral vision, you noticed a person leaning at the door, facing your direction. You carefully look upwards and surprised at who you just saw. It is the same boy from the stoplight. Fuck, (Y/N.) The. Same. Boy. Pale. Skin. Black. Clothes.

As your eyes meet, he puts a smirk on his face. You look down as you feel embarrassed, thinking of how silly you are for staying. You stand up and try to look at him again. You couldn’t focus. The moment you look back at his eyes, his nose, his lips, everything he is, your body starts to shiver.

‘Hi!’, he brightly greeted.

‘Hey’, you replied. Why did we meet again? Why the hell am I nervous again? Be cool, (Y/N).

He stands straight and slips his hands into his pockets. ‘Do you play the keys too?’ he added.

‘No, I dance. I just heard the music playing, wondered where it was from, found it and listened.’

‘Did you like it?’ he asked. He tiptoes and stands straight with his hands in the same place.

‘It did catch my attention. I found it beautiful,’ you smiled. Oh. My. God. (Y/N) That was cheesy. Should I rephrase it, I should rephrase it. ‘I mean—’.

‘Really? Thanks. I’ve been working on it for a long time. I still feel like I’m missing something. I hope I can get to finish it over the weekend.’

Shit??? He plays the piano. The pedestrian lane guy. It left you in shock.

‘I think I recognise you, have we met?’ he asked.

‘Have we? I’m not that sure.’ you answered falsely.

‘Mmm... pedestrian lane!’ both of you said in a higher pitch while pointing at each other.

You laughed it off and asked for his name. ‘I didn’t get your name.’

‘’It’s Yoongi, and you are?’

‘I’m (Y/N). Nice to meet you’, you replied. Your phone suddenly rings. It is your trainer, calling you for dance practice.

‘Do you have to go?’ asked Yoongi, with a slight tone of disappointment in his voice.

‘Unfortunately yes, but I’m glad we met. See you around, Yoongi!’ you hurriedly left.

He waves his hand, places it back into his pocket and steps inside the room.

6:00 pm: Train

You are too tired to walk home so you decided to take the tram. Your place takes two stops from the university and you arrive home in a snap. At a nearby convenience store, you fetch some instant noodles and drinks. A steamy, noodle soup with right amount of spice, paired with soda fits right in this kind of weather. You choose to have a movie night, since you can never go wrong with that. It doesn’t matter even if you’re alone, it is always better. Maybe not always. Maybe.

After a nice bath, you jumped into your tank top and lady boxers. You wear long socks when you sleep, thinking that the ankle ones disappear as you wake up. When you lie down, you remembered the pedestrian lane guy. You thought you forgot his name but you didn’t, even at that moment of rushing to class. Yoongi isn’t a common name, it is rare that it might only be him who was named after it. You try to think of its spelling, number of letters, even words possibly. If it is a name his family called him when he was a kid, or a name he just wants to be called as. You want to know more about this boy, whom you just foolishly met at a pedestrian lane. Just a casual pedestrian lane.

As the clock ticks, it feels like it was a need to know him more. No reasons, just urge. You try to sleep, but when you close your eyes, you see his face. It’s almost like a curse that you couldn’t get him off your head. A curse that you won’t be needing a spell to break.

The atmosphere is cold, dark, and your body feels warm. From your hips, to your waist, all the way to your chest, neck and face. You knew what you needed that night. So you attempt to touch yourself. You slip your fingers down your own as you slowly squeeze your breast. You hide under your sheets feeling embarrassed of your needs. You close your eyes, wanting a presence to see. Visibly clear, pale skin. Black clothes. All shades of red. Lips. Hair. Everything he posseses. You rub your own as hard and as fast as you can possibly do. Pale skin. Smirk. Piano keys. Fingers. Lips. Red. Snow. Repeat. You go faster and harder by time. You open your eyes and you sighed to satisfaction. You finally reach your high yet you want it to be better, better than just yourself alone the next time.

22nd of July, 7:00am: Stoplight

You love walking to university, you love how it boosts your body, how the wind sits on your skin and makes your hair fly away from your face. You even love it more when you met him, you learn how to love mornings, how every step you make exciting, and how you search for a boy with paper skin and charcoal clothes in every direction.

It has been two weeks since you last saw Yoongi and you wondered why. No existence of him under the pedestrian lights, nor the lane, nor the hallways of college, nor the music room, nor behind the grand piano. You try to search for him, of where he might be existing. The fortune starts escaping, as there seems to be no place for him to be found.

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