#syubkook

[ntiromantic]

yoonkook’s birth flowers wallpaper !!

tiger lily: purity of heart “please love me”

larch: boldness “i am not afraid”

photo: © ; inspo: ☆ & ♡ ; sources: 슙 + 국

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[pearlchickenpie-blog]

first post dedicated to power couple yoonji and jungkook

also drawing burning flags was an experience

(min yoonji please come home)

[elysixnjeon]

{yoonkook au} yoongi and jimin text each other constantly even when they are classmates, feelings get involved, sadly yoongi doesn’t know that he is actually talking to jungkook, jimin’s bff and neighbor. (1/?)

p.s: yesterday i posted one of my drafts:( but anyways this is the actual thingy, btw yes jungkook is a fanboy,,again🤪

[forjju]

I can feel that this is going to be Yoonkooks era

[fairynkk]

Emo bfs 🖤🌈

[marchxseptember]

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YOONKOOK, LET’S GO!

[chimilkeu]

171109 - he just wants to hold hands

[bxebxee]

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[xiajin]

sugar; sugakookie; teachers au

/

jungkook finishes grading the last paper and groans, his eyes swimming in front of him. lines of korean swims in front of his eyes until they become nothing more than unintelligible mush. the only reprieve from this kind of hell is the hand that slams down a cup right in his line of sight. 

“is that coffee,” jungkook breathes, before looking up at the person attached to the hand - jimin. “well, is it?” 

“hot chocolate,” jimin says offhandedly, smirking like he knows something when jungkook groans. “rough day? or night, seeing as how you haven’t gone home yet?” 

“i don’t even teach night classes, i should be in bed right now,” he responds miserably, his cheek pressed against the tabletop. it’s nice and warm, since jungkook nabbed the spot right over the vent shaft blasting heat. it’s around 10pm, and at this rate he’ll be home by midnight. 

“probably good that you don’t have coffee, then,” jimin says. he pats jungkook and then goes, “wow, you’re tense.” 

“the assistant for one of the classes dropped,” he mumbles. “seokjin-hyung told me to grade the papers and my eyes are bleeding.” 

seokjin is the department head of vocal studies. despite his sweet smile and cheekbones to rival a greek god, he’s nothing but a hellion. jungkook doesn’t know how many extra papers he’s had to grade ever since he became and adjunct, as well as the amount of seminars he’s been roped into holding. at least he doesn’t mind the seminars that much - those are fun to do, listening to classical music majors sing with their sopranos and mezzo-altos. 

“whose class is it?” 

with a snarl, jungkook goes, “professor min.” 

ever since the first day jungkook had came in late with his pea coat tangling around his legs and his scarf perched up to his nose, biting autumn air nipping at his face and blinding his eyes, bumping straight into one of the other professors jarringly hard enough for his head to spin, professor min has hated him. he glares at jungkook each time they’re in the same room, his eyes always boring into the side of jungkook’s head, and he always grunts at him without speaking in full sentences. he never speaks to jungkook outright, hangs out with the philosophy of science professor (namjoon) whenever jungkook goes to the philosophy department to see taehyung, and he always seems sort of nasty when all four of them are in the same room, giving the stink eye to jungkook and taehyung as well. (taehyung never seems bothered by this - in fact, he’s always snickering, something that jungkook is completely lost on. how does he not want to cower at the sight of those dark eyes willing him to die on willpower alone??) 

something about jimin’s expression changes. he’s a dance professor, just coming back from whatever late night class he’s taught. they share an apartment, so he’s probably going to hang around and do some work on his laptop until jungkook has to leave. 

“is that so,” he starts, still looking strange. “does yoongi know that you’re grading his exams?” 

“no,” jungkook scowls. “if he did, he would probably re-do all of my grading and ruin some poor kid’s paper. whatever, i’ll just send it out and leave it in his mailbox.” 

“seokjin hyung gave you those?” 

“i just said this, hyung,” jungkook sighs, reaching forward to take the mystery cup. jimin always, always gets him a cup of something before he comes in the night, something warm and nice during the autumn and winter season. sometimes it’s his order, but most of the time, it’s some wonderful sugary concoction. jungkook would prefer the caffeine, but having something sweet isn’t that bad either. jimin must ask for extra sweetness, because there’s always a scrawled black suga on the cup when jungkook gets it. it’s always from the organic and cruelty-free expensive coffee shop on campus too, the one that jungkook grimaces at when he’s walking by because he wants to go in so bad but he’s broke. honestly. 

“huh,” jimin mumbles, whipping out his phone and tapping on the screen insistently. “i never thought seokjin-hyung would be in this too...well...”

jungkook ignores jimin’s mumbling, savoring the taste of the hot chocolate he’s been given - it’s warm and sweet, thick chocolate coating his tongue and going down his throat, with a helping of whipped cream on the inside of the cup and a sprinkling of cut up strawberries and caramel. it’s so good jungkook almost whimpers when he takes another sip. 

“hyung, this might be my favorite so far,” jungkook says, finishing half of it in one go. the sugar is already starting to buzz in his veins. 

jimin grins at him, something gleaming in his eye. “you know, jungkookie, it’s a new special they have. it’s absolutely free; you should go down to coffee palace and get one tomorrow evening.” 

“free?” jungkook gapes. “really?” 

“mhm. all you gotta do is smile.” 

“smile?” 

“at the right person, yeah,” jimin nods. 

confused, jungkook asks, “smile...at who?” 

jimin chortles. “you’ll know.” 

/

he gets home at midnight, just like he expected. the rest of the day and the next morning is a complete blur - dropping off the finished papers in professor min’s mailbox, signing in, making himself a cup of black coffee in the morning to shock his senses awake, and holding office hours. two people come by, one of which jungkook is sure wants a recommendation letter, and he manages to sneak in a nap and eat his prepackaged lunch from home in a short three hour window. after that is his seminar class on classical music, and then another class about vocal techniques for first years. 

by the time it hits 5:30, he’s ready for his second fix of energy. he’s looking up places to go eat - bibimbap sounds really good right now - when jimin texts him, did you go to the coffee shop yet? 

truthfully, jungkook had completely forgotten, but now he remembers the odd circumstances that jimin had mentioned yesterday. no, he says, and almost immediately, well then get your ass there quick! 

jungkook assumes there’s another ‘free drink’ event going on and decides, well, it’s only a bit more of a walk to the bibimbap place, why not? 

it smells like chocolate and cinnamon when he heads inside. taking off his scarf, jungkook rubs his hands together to force warmth in them; the line is decently sized, so he leans over and looks at the menu to see what the specials are when - 

he freezes at the sight of a familiar head of black hair. it’s a figure that jungkook has experience avoiding, only because he doesn’t want to be stared at - sorry, glared down - when he’s trying to grade his papers or talk to taehyung. he doesn’t know what the heck the composition professor min yoongi is doing here, but jungkook suppresses down the instant urge to hide. he’s standing by the pick up line anyways, focused on his phone. jungkook is fine. 

unfortunately, min yoongi’s order isn’t called by the time jungkook goes over to the cashier, so frazzled that he doesn’t even realize there’s no free drink event. he orders a small coffee, the most simplest thing he can think of - and the one that takes the least time - but of course, it backfires on him as he slinks to the corner and hopes no one can see him. how? well, the barista whips up his drink in approximately a minute, the same time she calls out someone else’s order - 

“strawberry delight holiday hot chocolate special and a large black for suga a small black coffee for jungkook?” 

yoongi’s head snaps up, his hand already halfway toward the two cups placed on the pick up counter. he turns to look jungkook straight in the eye, and for once, he doesn’t look like his jaw is so tense it’s going to snap - in fact, he looks open mouthed and slack in surprise. 

jungkook takes his coffee and blinks, and then - then. wait. 

a hot chocolate for suga? 

yoongi seems to curse underneath his breath, takes the large black coffee and leaves jungkook reeling from his silent revelation, rushing through the crowd to make it outside. he leaves the hot chocolate on the counter. 

yoongi is buying him drinks? all this time that jimin has been bringing him coffee - at around the same time, all with the characteristic suga scrawled on the side, that’s not - that’s - 

jungkook gingerly takes a hold of the hot chocolate cup, feeling a little numb and swept off his feet. the warmth of the cup brings some heat back to his fingers, enough to text jimin, is yoongi buying all the drinks you get me?

jimin texts back almost immediately: he’s been buying you drinks for an entire year, kook. like i would spend that much money on you, srsly.

jungkook is floored. 

/ 

he shows up at the philosophy department a couple of days later, after the weekend. he texts taehyung that he’s coming to see him, but in reality, he’s going to drop by namjoon’s office to ask where min yoongi is before heading over to his friend’s room. 

luckily for him, when he opens the door to namjoon’s room, he hears, “it’s not visiting hours for professor kim, you have to come back later - “ 

“i’m not a student.” 

yoongi’s head whips around from where he’s on his phone, surprised, before he swears. “shit, namjoon said - “ 

“said what?” 

with a baleful look, and strangely enough, his ears going red, he mutters, “namjoon asked taehyung if you were coming around, and he said you weren’t. so.” 

“oh,” jungkook says faintly, feeling a strange sense of hurt twisting deep inside of him. maybe this is a mistake. he doesn’t know what the heck he expected, honestly. his hand around the doorknob tightens. “um. i just wanted to know...why, i guess. i thought you hated me.” 

“i don’t hate you,” yoongi grits out, and jungkook only feels worse about this entire thing. he presses his lips together and lets go of the door, stepping back, “sorry. i think i - i don’t know what i thought. you don’t have to keep on buying or - or - whatever, i,” he shakes his head and heads for the door, scrubbing at the side of his face. he feels strangely bereft. 

“no, wait,” yoongi starts from behind him, sounding almost panicked. “no, i really don’t hate you. i just - i’m shit at this, okay?” 

jungkook waits. it feels weird here. he wants to go back to where when he thought professor min hated him and he could go through a night with free drinks. 

“i like you,” yoongi starts, words starting out strong before they fade off. his ears are red and he scratches the back of his neck, embarrassed. “i like you, a lot. i, um. since you bumped into. me.” 

“but you always glare at me,” jungkook blurts out, “and you - you always ignore me whenever we - “ 

“namjoon gives me shit for staring at you a lot,” yoongi groans, hiding his face. “and i don’t. i don’t know what to say to you, i’m sorry.” 

jungkook can’t do anything else but stand there, his mouth opening and closing. “you - “ his brain literally can’t form sentences, forget words. 

“and if you don’t mind i’d like if you went to go get coffee with me sometime like a date,” he continues on, all in one deep breath. yoongi kicks the side of the only chair there, glaring down at the seat, but now jungkook sees it for what it is: embarrassment. yoongi looks like he expects jungkook to say no. 

“okay,” he says instead, something warm unfurling inside of him. 

“what?” 

“okay, i’ll get coffee with you,” he repeats, smiling a little nervously, “as long as you pay?” 

“i think i can afford one more,” yoongi says, and then grins at him; it’s really nice, and jungkook feels his cheeks flush. 

feeling a little cheeky and completely taken aback but at the same time maybe a bit happy, a bit relieved, jungkook steps forward and presses a kiss against yoongi’s cheek, stepping back as quick as he had bounded forward. yoongi looks like jungkook just smacked him between the eyes. “thanks for all the drinks,” he says, smiling, and does a little wave as yoongi’s hand slowly migrates up to his cheek. he closes the door just as he hears yoongi go, “holy shit,” rubbing at his own cheeks the entire time to stop looking like a christmas ornament before he heads off to see taehyung. 

[addicted2hurting]

This is what heaven looks like

[bunnikook]

✧・ﾟyoonkook fic recs (pt. 2)・ﾟ✧

Hello, it’s me again! I have brought you more sugakookie recs. Again the *** show my personal favorites. Also if you love bangtan or sugakookie, how about following me on twitter, i use it 1000x more than tumblr

The Sound Of Winter

Yoongi has a lot on his plate, but when his pack discovers a small pup in their territory, he finds that he's about to have a lot more.

Capturing Passion***

Min Yoongi was a simple guy living the simple lifestyle in university with his relatively normal friends. However, his simple lifestyle wasn't enough to pull him out of his artistic slump, which was dragging him down a dark and lonely path.

Of course, this is all until one drunken evening and he comes across a beaten kid, and decides to take him in for the evening.

In his drunken state he didn’t notice the pair of tall, soft black ears that came from the top of the kid’s head, and he certainly wasn’t sure what to do when he woke up next to them the next morning.

the nights really were for saying things you can’t say tomorrow***

"you know, the fact that my rap puts you to sleep should be insulting," yoongi says wryly.

all your curves, and all your edges

Tumplr prompt:

In which Yoongi is a traveller who collects memories of people. Up until he meets a boy who makes him realise that this time he wants much more than a simple journal entry.

future tense**

Jeongguk was born with wings of blood and bone, broken beyond repair. It was Yoongi who had stitched feathers to the seams, promising that they would fly away from here, as far as they could possibly go.

I got a feeling (got a feeling, got a feeling) about you**

Min Yoongi is not sure about a lot of things, but if there’s one thing he can be sure about, it’s definitely: he wants to spend the rest of his fucking life with a certain Jeon Jeongguk.

Cerulean and Malachite***

tumblr prompt from anon: "You said you take requests on here on your ao3 and I'm here with a request! How about a SugaKookie soulmates. After that, you can do whatever you want with it, but if you could add some smut, that would be nice. :) Thank you!"

bless you, precious sugakookie anon.

Ever since Jungkook could listen, he’d been watching. Watching the streets, the crowds, watching the people pour on and off the trains. Jungkook had watched for the flash of color that was said to indicate the instant when one found their Soulmate. Under normal circumstances, in everyday life, an aura would be invisible to the eye; but when two Soulmates found each other, it was said that they would see the color of each others’ auras. Jungkook spent his entire life with his eyes wide open, searching around him, waiting; watching and waiting. Jungkook became impressively good at observation.

the collection

a collection of all my tumblr shorts and prompts!;

(my notes: all of these are amazing but #22 is ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL)

Distance makes the heart grow fonder (said by someone stronger than me)*

"He had no clue how long he stood there, waiting for a single foot to step out the gate. All he was aware of was people moving around him and his legs turning to jelly underneath him. His heart pounded and his knuckles turned white from the strain of his grip on the roses. Yoongi had never been this nervous in his life. The pain of being far from his love was hard before, but now it was unbearable. His boyfriend was on that plane, getting off of it right now, and those minutes of waiting were absolute pain. He had half a mind to rush onto the plane and kidnap the boy right then and there, but he had a feeling that it wouldn’t go over well.

When the first person stepped out of the gate, he found it harder to breathe. The people began pouring out of the gate, painstakingly slow, families pushing past Yoongi and talking animatedly to each other, somehow not hearing the thunderous beating of his heart. It was torture, standing there waiting for a sight of the boy he’d been thinking about for months. It wasn’t until the stream of passengers died down that Yoongi caught a glimpse of fluffy brunette hair and doe eyes, and suddenly, Yoongi couldn’t breathe."

 off the record

“Hyung, I think you might actually be fucked.”

There’s a phone being held offensively close to Yoongi’s face, opened on an article with a bolded title: ‘POP IDOL JUNGKOOK ENLISTS THE HELP OF UNDERGROUND HIP HOP PRODUCER MIN SUGA FOR UPCOMING ALBUM’. There are a multitude of pictures beneath it, one of him and Hoseok from two or three years ago at university, and an equally unflattering and familiar one from outside of his own studio.

(be)a(witch)

five moments between slytherin house sixth year min yoongi and third year transfer student jeon jungkook.

(five long drabbles according to the words spell, potion, spirit, fantasy, and witchcraft.)

You Stir Up A McFlurry In My Heart

Jungkook is completely and utterly screwed the moment he develops a crush on the voice behind the McDonald’s Drive Thru speaker.

what’s in a name?

Yoongi's mind is racing with thoughts of bills and lack of money and want of something better and his heart is in the hands of a (freshly turned) nineteen-year-old who is currently at his parent’s for a rare weekend of family bonding and ignoring his inquiring texts of how it’s going and driving him crazy.

(part 2 of the tattoo au I’ll never fully write)

 kiss me, kiss me

Jungkook normally exudes an aura of maturity, always fighting his youthful image to make sure people treat him with respect. He works out consistently, puts his heart and soul into dancing and never complains about pulling late nights and early mornings. But sometimes he’ll say things like “I want kisses” and it’ll remind Yoongi just how young and innocent Jungkook really is.

 (part 3 of the tattoo au I’ll never fully write)

( ✓ read 10:18 p.m. )*

 By the time Suga got back to him with the name of the sample, Jungkook was sitting in class. He’d never been an in-class text-er. He listened well. He followed rules. He gave professors the attention they deserved. But if Min Suga texted him, Jungkook always found himself texting back, attention 100% on his phone. Maybe it was because messaging the stranger felt as informative as half of his classes. Suga gave good advice. He’d caught himself thinking over the weekend that maybe he actually did owe Jimin some coffee.

 hello, maintenance calling

 it's completely fine to call for maintenance about once every two weeks... right?

 Sweaters

 yoongi has been into sweaters lately, jungkook notices.

 read 04:46 a.m***

 "tall americano to go, please."

 kkt (5 new messages)**

 [jungkookie] [00:08] keep me company?

 semantics ***

 semantics is the study of meaning; it focuses on the relationship between words, phrases, signs, and symbols and what they stand for.

 so far away (don’t fall away)

 “The spare to the heir, Joon-ah,” Yoongi drawled through the buzz of two glasses of whiskey he’s already admitted to having before Namjoon showed up. “That’s what I am. The spare. Married off.”

"Elizabeth II was a spare, you know."

(arranged marriage sugakookie that no one except me asked for HAAHHA)

 if i could (for just one day)

 Yoonkook Week, Day 2: Favorite AU (1/2)

Harry Potter AU (~2k words)

 witches petals

 "is there anything i can help you with?"

(or: yoongi has an affinity for cute witch florists)

 you and me are like peaches and cream

 where jungkook is the new employee at the ice cream shop where yoongi works, and yoongi really, really didn't ask for any of this.

(or, jungkook is pretty and yoongi is weak)

 fools (fall) ; a collection

a collection of drabbles from a canon point of view about falling in love.

seven: wrong/right

wrong is a five letter word. so is right.

(or: yoongi is whipped. jungkook might be, too.)

Watercolor

 tumblr request from peach-blossoms: It’s for Sugakookie (yeah I’m a hardcore shipper now): In which Jungkook is a tattoo artist who barely makes ends meet but still continues his line of work because he loves it (most of the designs are original, unless the customer brings their own), loves the drawing, the technical aspects, the myriad characters that enter his store, their varying reasons for getting a tattoo(s), not always disclosed but some are more prone to talk than others. Yoongi comes in as a customer one day, his reason for getting a tattoo simple but embarrassing (for him)–to give his image an edge, to make people stop underestimating him for his small frame and slightly feminine cat-like looks.

It’s a man, he realizes, his hair a muted shade of mint, like the pebbles that rest at the bottom of the water fountain outside of Taehyung’s dorm. He’s not the tallest, but people seem to give him space, so he’s easy to observe, despite his black on black outfit, a t-shirt tucked into tight denim.

Why Jungkook Won’t Leave Yoongi Alone *

The members of BTS have never been shy about being affectionate with one another. They hold hands, hug, and just generally touch each other a lot. It’s all innocent, really, except that recently Jungkook won’t leave Yoongi alone. Even the other members have started to notice. At any opportunity to embarass his hyung, he takes it. Any opportunity to praise him - mock him - argue with him - honestly, it’s all getting a little tiresome. But this is Yoongi, the non reactionary member of BTS who will not be so easily defeated. Herein lies the problem.

not just (pretending)

Yoongi agrees to a fake relationship with Jeongguk to get Jieun's attention. It doesn't go as planned.

Fucking Date Me

On his birthday, Jungkook messages Yoongi:

i'm eighteen

fucking date me

I.-x.

Yoongi agrees to go on a blind date with That Guy from Jimin's English class. When he develops a crush on him, it's strictly between himself, Jimin's unwilling ears, and apparently Jungkook, when he's pretending to be asleep.

most of all

beauty is beauty in whatever form it happens to take.

scraping the skies with our fingertips

Yoongi gave Jungkook his leather jacket and it all went downhill from there.

Take a Picture, It’ll Last Longer

It’s not that he thinks Jungkook is attractive...he just really wants to have the weekend off.

—In which Yoongi has been friends with Hoseok for years, so he should have known this bet would be stupid.

(part 2. Jungkook is good at a lot of things, but flirting is definitely not one of them. Thank god he’s got Taehyung and Jimin feeding him advice through an earpiece...)

too sober for this

after they finally get a night off, the members are at a lost of what to do with all their free time, and resort to drinking. even that doesn't help, but after some brainstorming and turned-down ideas, they settle on truth or dare. jungkook was expending it to be more fun than it was.

‘til the stars come out

he came in once a week around midday, always sat in the same booth by the window and always ordered the same thing.

let me love you

jungkook lets out a breathy giggle, “what was that for?”

“shhh…” yoongi hushes him, shakes his head. “let me love you.”

Just Missed It

In which everyone seems to know about Jungkook and Yoongi before Jin

when i think of you the sun comes out

Yoongi ends up taking Jungkook back to his apartment– not because he’s feeling generous, but because there are no fucking buses at four o’clock in the morning and the kid doesn’t have any money, doesn’t even have a wallet on him. It becomes evident that he’d been mugged by the guys that decided to use him as an impromptu punching bag.

Cerulean

Yoongi learns that stealing isn't always so bad

It’s February 13th

Jungkook is 14, not stupid. He understands the basics of Valentine's Day, Step 1: Buy a card, Step 2: Confess your feelings. How on earth is he screwing this up so badly? Maybe because his crush is Min Suga, also known as his best friend who's been living with his family since they were kids. Yeah, that can be an issue.

Sweater Weather

"Yoongi being cute in oversized sweater and Jungkook being overly possessive"

bunny boy

Somehow, they both ended up with animals tattooed on their wrists without even realizing it.

(i guess that we did it) on purpose**

in which yoongi and jeongguk work at a pet shelter and are bad at feelings.

Hand Holding and Misconceptions

Grabbing Yoongi’s hand in both of his Jungkook pulled him towards his door. “Come in for a while, hyung?” He swayed back and forth with a soft and eager smile on his lips. He wasn’t up to anything mischievous he just wanted to spend more time with his boyfriend. The blank expression was back but Yoongi shift his gaze and Jungkook couldn’t see it anymore. After a moment of silence, Yoongi took his hand back and put it in the pocket of his leather jacket. “I don’t think-“ His face fell immediately and dropped his arms by his side. “What did I do?” This got Yoongi’s attention and he looked up at Jungkook and shook his head. “Nothing.”

Letting out a scoff, Jungkook’s eyes hardened as he stared at the one person who wasn’t supposed to lie to him no matter what. “Don’t lie to me. I saw your expression when you stopped by the studio, the same one you gave me just a minute ago. I’m not dumb, something is wrong.” Before he could stop himself he reached out a hand to Yoongi but the elder flinched just enough for Jungkook to notice. That was more than the last straw. He didn’t know previously how to approach his boyfriend about the issues he’s been having but now he was forced to.

This.

This hurt.

the little things

the little beauty spot beneath jungkook's bottom lip becomes one of yoongi's favourite places to kiss.

[chardlovescel]

Yoongi’s smug face and where his hand traveled 😜

[bearsignature]

my new fic is up on ao3!! ;u; mostly soft, fluff, with a hint of angst. as always, yoonkook. please do read and (hopefully) enjoy! ;u; http://archiveofourown.org/works/11531184

[elysixnjeon]

{yoonkook au} where yoongi is a famous rapper and jungkook his loyal fanboy. they met at in a supermarket at 2am or did they? 30/30

fin.

p.s: there are soso many things i wanted to include but bc tumblr has a 10 pics limit so i couldn’t:( and also im bad at ending things but just yknow that they lived happily ever after💕

[nochulin]

TAEGIKOOK AU

5k

Red String of Fate, Soulmates, Pining

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17885501/chapters/42217367

[fairynkk]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Min Yoongi | Suga, Jeon Jungkook & Min Yoongi | Suga, Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Min Yoongi | Suga, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Unrequited Love, Unrequited Crush, Freeform, Short One Shot, One Shot, How Do I Tag, One-Sided Attraction, Poetic, Poetry, I Don't Even Know Summary:

'Cause if right is leaving I'd rather be wrong He is the sunlight And the sun is gone