You’re running around like kids, you’re trying to get away
from him, screaming while he chases you down the hill. You don’t care that the
rest of your family is peacefully having dinner, watching Jungkook chasing you,
lifting up your skirt like a teenage boy, throwing you over his shoulder,
spinning you around, just making you laugh.
It was the most beautiful summer
– every night you would have
dinner with your family, enjoying the pretty melody of cicadas that were hiding
somewhere in the bushes. They annoyed everyone else, but you loved them
couldn’t wait until it was the beginning of August, because that’s when they
would show up.
You also loved the way Jungkook would tease your bare thigh with
an olive leaf under the table
that mischievous smile on his face. The thought
that you were getting wet in front of the others would excite him.
He bites his lip when you try and push him away, getting even more riled up as
he holds down your hands bringing the leaf higher up your skirt.
As the older family members continued their conversations
about politics, the economy and such, you and Jungkook were running around in
the olive bushes, only stopping when he caught you, pulling your body into his
and attacking you with kisses.
“i’m going to bed” usually means i am going to get in bed and watch youtube videos of band members then read smut for another two hours before my specially designed playlist for the night puts me to sleep
in 10 years time, we sit on our porch swing every summer night. the light fades slowly, seeping from the distant oak grove and transforming into bright fireflies. in our younger days, we would have run after them, shrieking with joy and unconsciously grasping each others hands. in our future, we sit together, our sides pressed close, your head resting on my shoulder. i hum and rub soothing circles over your back.
I want to spend October with you, because it’s my favorite month and happens during my favorite season. I wish we could aimlessly walk around a forest and with each leaf that falls from the branches above, we fall a little more for each other too. While hand in hand we can crave the smell of warm coffee and cinnamon muffins on a chilly morning, we could feel the autumn breeze brush against our skin and the goose bumps we get, we won’t be able to tell if it’s from touching each other’s skin or from the wind being too cool. When we lay in bed you’d have the hardest time moving an inch away from me, because I’d want to be skin to skin every minute. These lonely summer nights without you make me crave the fall, and crave the season of death in the hopes that maybe this loneliness would die too, and you’d appear by my side. I can’t tell if I love the night too dearly, or hate it too passionately. I think I’d adore it if I got to sleep next to you every evening, and I think that I’d enjoy the sunset more watching it hit your face than actually seeing it say goodnight. I just crave to spend time with you, I do.”
—i.c. // October (via delicatepoetry)
it’s midnight and they’re pulled over on a moonlit path, a couple of drinks and some food on the dashboard from an orchard and farmer’s market in the middle of nowhere. they aren’t lost along the way to wherever they’re going, but she’s enjoying every second of these summer nights with the one she LOVES. she’s gazing almost dreamily at the other, features milky in the illumination and her heart beats faster than ever now, a few different shades of impulse on her lips.she’s still thinking about that kiss. can they tell when she has to keep ascending her gaze every so often, rooted to amber hues alternatively? the inky sky is dusted with particles of starlight, a few constellations visible. it’s beautiful. after a while, lydia looks back and she’s completely infatuated, coherent thought hazy. “i’m happy we’re getting to do this.” maybe it’s not perfectly synonymous with what essentially spills from her aura, but it feels like paradise being alone together. she’s in love.