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“𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯. 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨.”

— 𝙝𝙮𝙮𝙝 𝙩𝙖𝙚𝙟𝙞𝙣 𝙭 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 / 𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙡 𝙘𝙖𝙞𝙣

“𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘈𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘭 11”

— 𝙝𝙮𝙮𝙝 𝙭 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨 / 𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙡 𝙘𝙖𝙞𝙣

“𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥’𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦…”

— 𝙝𝙮𝙮𝙝 𝙭 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 / 𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙩

“𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰”

— 𝙝𝙮𝙮𝙝 𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙭 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 / 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙

꠹ᭂ‍╂ ; 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽

─┈┈ 懐かし (なつかし) ·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊🎼

happy birthday kim taehyung (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦

— 𝙝𝙮𝙮𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙭 𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙚𝙨 (𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙭)

𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.

— 𝙝𝙮𝙮𝙝 𝙭 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 / 𝙖𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚

𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨! 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘥 ! 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘬 :)

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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 yoongi’s reflection in the window, the fluorescent train lights illuminating his hunched over figure scrolling away at his phone. the dark night bleeds into yoongi’s face. he’s 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 jungkook’s 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 he’s watching him. he wonders if yoongi will look up and into the window, and catch jungkook’s reflected eyes with his own. harness jungkook’s 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 he’s alone, basking in the memory of yoongi’s 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 can’t 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 yoongi’s end) (jungkook is only thing he sees.)

𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰

— 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 / 5𝙨𝙤𝙨

𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥

— 𝙝𝙮𝙮𝙝 𝙭 𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙨 / 𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚