You choose to stay there, to lock the door, to forget the key and live in love.
Yoongi chose to walk into the love holding jeongguk’s hand, tugging him along to show him the walls of his home.
He chose to love Jeongguk.
And Jeongguk chose to stay in love with Yoongi. »
"How long?" he asked, idly drumming his fingers on the other's skin.
He thought he was going to need to explain the reason for his question, but as usual, Yoongi seemed to read his thoughts as if they were one.
"I can't remember a single day I haven't thought of you."
« For how long he had felt this way, he couldn't say. It was always there whenever they were in the same room. What did Yoongi say to him hours before? You are drawn to my violence and I am drawn to your pain.
His smile lowered a little just to focus on his curiosity.
« Yoongi wishes he could explain all of the feelings inside of him to Jimin. How there’s so much love stored but so much anger, too. If Jungkook is the most beautiful mosaic, Yoongi is God’s messed-up blanket. They wanted to sew it prettily, with all the different patterns—
a rag quilt, perhaps. But they ended up using too many, the patches uneven, cut out messily. Regret, guilt, fury, love for music—the biggest piece—and the threads of fears that stick out in all directions were sewn rotten. That’s what Yoongi is. »
- boyhood by @turenste
« “i love you,” he confirmed, quietly, reserved. yoongi loved like yoongi did everything else, so quietly and so subtly that you barely noticed it until you did, only to be completely overwhelmed by the intensity of it.
yoongi was soft touches and lingering gazes,
or when he was talking about politics. the way they were when he was passionate, completely swallowed up by something, “i love you, gguk-ah.”
- all the plants i watered died by @ynkkarchive
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