๐ช ๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ
โ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ ๐ญ ๐๐ช๐ฏ๐ฏ๐๐ช๐ฉ ๐จ๐๐๐จ๐ค๐ฃ
๊ นแญโโ ; ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐'๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ฝ
โโโ ๆใใ (ใชใคใใ) ยทฬโงฬฅยฐฬฉฬฅหฬฉฬฉฬฅอยฐฬฉฬฅโงฬฅยทฬ๐ผ
happy birthday kim taehyung (โ ๏ฝกโ ๏ฝฅโ ฯโ ๏ฝฅโ ๏ฝกโ )โ ๏พโ โก
๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฐ
โ ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ค๐ฃโ๐ฉ ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ / 5๐จ๐ค๐จ
๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ! ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐ฅ ! ๐ช๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ข๐ด๐ฌ :)
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๐๐ถ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ
25 ๐๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ ๐๐๐ 20
โ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐ค๐ ๐ญ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ?
I was on a train 7 months ago and it was 1am and I had written something and just rediscovered it
jungkook sits across from yoongi on the train. as he looks out the window, the trees and foliage and twilight flutter past him, not fast enough for him to miss, but not slow enough for him to linger in the spaces between them. he sees yoongiโs reflection in the window, the fluorescent train lights illuminating his hunched over figure scrolling away at his phone. the dark night bleeds into yoongiโs face. heโs transparent, but if jungkook concentrates, he becomes almost solid, the color of his arm so close to reality in the tinted glass. but if he shifts his focus to the scenery, yoongi is marred, the trees and buildings blending into the lines that outline his face, making him disappear. it invokes some strange, irrational fear in jungkookโs gut, something knotted in his intestines that burrows itself further in as he keeps staring. yoongi fades, then he is solid, then he is a mixture of blue and green and shapes that twist and change form at random. then he is solid again. for just a moment, when they pass a particularly red brick building, yoongi is gone completely. it makes jungkook want to look away. but he keeps his eyes trained on the reflection, watching yoongi wrinkle his nose, shift in his seat. absentmindedly scratch his arm. he wonders if yoongi knows heโs watching him. he wonders if yoongi will look up and into the window, and catch jungkookโs reflected eyes with his own. harness jungkookโs gaze and keep him trapped there as he bores into his heart. he wonders if he will see jungkook, make eye contact, with both their reflected states fading in-and-out of the trees, only half-existing, and if their temporary presences will find each other in the murk. if jungkook presses his nose to the glass, the reflections disappear. but he is selfish and wants to stare at yoongi and the slight flick of his thumb as he pads at his phone screen, he wants to trap this vision in his cornea forever. he wants to access it later when heโs alone, basking in the memory of yoongiโs closeness. the intimacy of it. jungkook wants him forever.
(the scariest thing about reflections (is that although he can see yoongi in almost-solid) (he canโt see himself at all) (he is transparent) (the outline of his head barely there as the sky takes the place of his face) (yoongi exists but jungkook does not) (yoongi exists on a different plane) (on opposing photoreceptive realms) (but maybe) (on yoongiโs end) (jungkook is only thing he sees.)
โ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ญ 11โ
โ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ ๐ญ ๐จ๐ช๐ฃ ๐๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐๐จ / ๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐ฃ
hyyh taejoon x merry Christmas, i miss you
projecting my sadness onto hyyh taejoon๐โโ๏ธ
โ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅโ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆโฆโ
โ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ ๐ญ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ฃ๐๐จ๐จ / ๐ฉ๐๐ฎ๐ก๐ค๐ง ๐จ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ
and the timeloop continues!
happy April 11 to those who celebrate ๐คฉ
safe travels, Seokjin๐ซก