The day you first smiled at me,
you were eleven and I was twelve
and she didn’t hit me back home.
Little fairy, you have always fulfilled
my deepest wishes.
When you called me your friend,
you were dressed in purple
and my stomach didn’t hurt as we danced.
I wondered if I should have kissed you then,
but you were happy with him
and that was enough.
I dried your tears because I cared.
I tried to protect you from him after
I noticed I didn’t liked seeing you hurt.
If I could, I’d go back and tell you the truth
since the begining,
I’d do it in a heartbeat.
My jacket suits you better than his arms,
and your lips will always be my favorite flavour.
It hurt me, too.
But I will never touch you unless you want me too,
I will always be whatever you need me to.
As long as you are okay, I’ll be that.
I did saw you.
You looked so beautiful when I made that joke,
and your touch stayed with me for months,
just like your birthday kiss
and the sensation of your palm touching mine.
I also know I looked bad,
know that I felt bad and couldn’t care less.
But when the summer came,
and you were here,
That was me, being better for me,
because of you
for the first time.
Kissing you that day was a stellar moment in my life,
following you around and beyond a first.
It felt like the last, too.
And the only one.
For me, it still feels that way.
I would call you mine everyday,
I would call you my sun,
my stars and my moon,
everything and anything, you.
You have no idea how many times I did it when you weren’t there,
just to make it clear to them,
I wasn’t letting you go anywhere anytime soon.
There’s times when I laugh
remembering my fear and reaction to your words.
Sometimes I forget we were both kids
and that you have never shied away from love.
But you loved me,
not him or someone else,
everyting else didn’t matter.
Having you in my arms
will always be my favorite position to sleep.
Your heart beating against my touch,
your breathing matching mine,
your dreams becoming ours.
Best moment of my day.
What I did still matters to me,
everything felt like changing after
and you never looked at me the same way.
I mean it, and I still do:
I love you,
I will always love you,
and I will always be sorry about that.
☆ summary → When the nation’s little sister,
IU, gets into a huge scandal, your agency seizes the opportunity to thrust you
into that now vacant spotlight. Your self-composed song Paper Doll becomes an overnight sensation, and soon people
are itching to find out who was the one who broke your heart. All hell breaks
loose once netizens discover that you used to date popular idol, Jeon Jungkook.
Little do they know that it wasn’t him who left the relationship unscathed –
it was you.
↳ alternatively: a story on the consequences of a hit
→ pt i | pt ii | pt iii | pt iv (coming soon!)
☆ a/n → i haven’t even been on tumblr for a week and askdjjj I
can’t believe how many people liked pt. i – also, I know absolutely
nothing about songwriting or music theory, or anything really, so this is me
bullshitting my way through 4k words that i haven’t proofread
You associated every song of yours to a specific time
The whimsical cluster chords that opened up Blue Afternoon made you think of the view from your window last
spring. Looking down on the busy streets of Seoul from your flat, a crowding of
umbrellas had danced to the sound of heavy rain, and you had been immediately
struck with a melody line.
That was your favorite part of songwriting – that moment when you finally had something, after having absolutely
Ironically enough, out of all the songs on your album,
you disliked Paper Doll the most.
Even before it had been propelled to the top of the
music charts, the song had never been a favorite. The melody line was catchy
but predictable, with the most common chord progressions and an overproduced
chorus. The people reviewing your songs during the album production had
all loved it, however, and they had adamantly decided to push it as a title
It was amusing how people presumed the song described
a devastating heartbreak between you and your first love. They weren’t exactly wrong, but their interpretation was completely off.
Still, you weren’t stupid enough to disapprove their theories. If they wanted to
believe that your first boyfriend was a heartless playboy, then that wasn’t
At least you had never thought it would have to be a