I commissioned a modern Tarzan and Jane from the incredibly talented @punziella and here’s the final result!! I couldn’t be happier with it, it’s absolutely perfect and I just love it so so much I can’t stop staring at it, thank you so much Pauline!!
A/N: To celebrate 3,000 followers (and the release of the new album), I wanted to write something special dedicated to my bias wrecker… Enjoy ._. (Sometimes, Park Jimin gets to me)
It was a Saturday evening: nothing more, nothing less. The same girls in stiletto heels that wore drunk smiles, surrounded by the same boys in suits wearing too much cologne, and the same loud music that drowned out all their conversations that meant nothing at all - like every other time. It was almost like deja vu, with those familiar faces, those scenarios that played out the same way every time. The people would one day change, just like the music would, yet somehow everything would be the exact same way it was that very night. It was a world in a bubble that would forever exist, staying the way it had always been.
How could a night like that become so strange?
You were staring at your bare knees, the fabric of your dress creeping up every time you even so much as breathed. It felt too tight, squeezed the air out of you so that you went light-headed. This wasn’t your crowd, this wasn’t your music, this wasn’t your night - but that wasn’t a surprise. You forced yourself to the same club time after time, never entirely sure why you’d come. Maybe you were looking for something more than everyday life, or something more specific - you’d forgotten a long time ago. Now it was a habit you couldn’t drop, repeating the same old thing over and over. Sometimes you wondered if you’d even be able to stop going here - it would probably be harder than pushing yourself into the crowds for the millionth time.
He was standing in front of you all of a sudden. You didn’t even realise he was there at first. He wasn’t really a person, more of a shadow on your feet that moved in the flickering light. You tried to ignore it, hoping it would go away, because you know how it worked. Shadows towering over girls, swallowing them whole before a single word had been spoken. Shadows wrapping themselves around them and dragging them away into the darkness. He was there just to do that, you knew that. Yet his shadow stayed right where it was, right where it had been when you first noticed it. It didn’t want to hurt you. It was almost a friend, comforting your anxious mind as your heart beat faster than it ever had. The only thing you knew was that it was so familiar.
You looked up, hearing a voice that was lower than you remembered it being, but you already knew it was his. Of course you couldn’t forget the way he sounded. Those same eyes, that same soft smile that made you nauseous, the same pastel shirt he wore in every picture you’d ever taken with him. He was staring at you sweetly, like he’d done for the last time two years ago.