When they ask me how much I love you, I will tell them about the nights we cracked the skies, the way your lips were soft clouds and I kissed them even when they were full of rain.
I will tell them how our heavy breaths were thunder, how it was too beautiful to walk away from your rainstorm smile, the way thunder drips from your mouth.
You tell me I’m sunset, say I’m everywhere and some skies are just worth the fall and you hold me like you’re drowning in colours
When they ask, I will tell them about the lightning storms, every spark, every time you filled up my collarbones with lighter fluid, every time you touched me with flames.
I dare to say that somewhere the stars are watching and they’re cheering me on
The light pouring through the trees means they like who i’m dancing with.
Jungkook really needs to get a grip, both on his phone and his feelings for a certain popular idol; You.
Jungkook really needs to take better care of his phone.
It’s something he has known for the longest time, yet there is always some way, somehow that his precious iPhone is getting harmed. Be it dropped or stepped on or that one time when he accidentally left it in the pocket of his jeans and then washed them, or that other time when he’d meant to toss it onto his bed but greatly overthrew and got it lodged into the wall…
Jungkook shakes his head at the memory as he lays on his bed. The male recalls the immediate wash of regret that clouded his body as soon as he saw the white of plaster trickle onto the bed. He cocks his head back and gazes between the metal of the headboard. Despite the darkness of the room, his eyes catch sight of the slightly off white patch of color on the wall. It was that spot exactly that he’d gotten his phone stuck and it’s a constant reminder that he needs to be careful. He lets his head relax, gaze trickling back to the very device he is thinking about.