i feel like jungkook would be the type to lay on top of you while you’re on your phone or watching tv and he would just sit there and play with your hair and make cute little noises to get your attention and when he finally does get your attention he would hide his face and smile rly big and act shy and probably say something like “your hair is soft” and adfdg kill me now
“Oh, he made it,” Andrew said. “That’s interesting.” He pressed two fingers to Neil’s throat, checking his pulse. When Neil tried to bat him away, Andrew caught his wrist with his free hand. His smile was small and fierce as he leaned forward into Neil’s space.
“Remember this feeling. This is the moment you stop being the rabbit.”
know how he always manages to get himself into these situations. There’s just something about Andrew that he can’t place: can’t quite get his
finger on. He’s a
mystery just waiting to be solve and, hell, Neil can’t resist that. He lives in
a constant state of lies piled on top of more lies, never being who he wants to be. It’s nice, having the distraction of investing himself into something –
someone – else.
doesn’t know how he got himself here; standing on the edge of the roof in bare
feet. The gravel underneath almost piercing his skin is sure to at least leave
red marks on the soles of his feet. They’ll disappear soon enough, but sometimes,
Neil likes the reminder that this is real.
The wind is
whistling in his ears despite the hood that’s pulled over his head and his
heart is beating like a rabbit in his chest. The heels of his feet are on the
edge of the building but he’s not afraid of falling.
standing in front of him and his hands are only holding onto Neil by the
strings of his hood. His orange hoodie would be sure to attract the attention
of anyone walking below if it wasn’t 3am on a Tuesday night. Neil thinks
he should probably regret this in a few hours when he has to make his way to
his Spanish class, but he knows he won’t.
close, Andrew and him; barely a hairs width apart. The smell of smoke still lingers despite their cigarettes being put out ten minutes ago and Neil can feel Andrew’s
steady breath on his lips. He wants to close the distance so badly. He won’t,
Andrew’s debating whether to push him or kiss him. He knows he’ll do neither.
going to push me?” Neil asks anyway.
keep asking stupid questions I will,” is the response he gets.
going to kiss me?”
pushes at Neil ever so slightly, but it doesn’t rock Neil’s body whatsoever. “What
did I just say about stupid questions?”