is this a tragedy? all you’ve known your whole life is coldness and marble and rigid perfection and then a man who is none of those things (no matter how hard he tries to be) touches you with broken fingers and gives you little crooked smiles out the side of his mouth – he shows you all the beauty in the muck and he says hell, slouch a little, laugh with me, feel something, it won’t kill you (it will, it will). he gives you a family, something new to be devoted to after your last god skipped out for a milk run and never came back. this man feeds you even though you are not made to eat and you love him even though you aren’t made for that either. an angel statue falls to the floor of a perfect room and shatters. god and all his real good angels frown at the mess. but all you can do is smile, crooked out the side of your mouth – you learned it from the best. smiles like that come free when you’re dying. marble cracks real easy when you make a statue smile. love pours out from the mouth that way, spills jagged onto the floor. is this a tragedy?
bro imagine living in nyc w all those superheroes.. i would be mad annoyed everyday like ‘yeah im late to work again cos some green keebler elf threw spiderman through five stories of my apartment building’ MANNNNNNNNN. YALL GON HAVE TO SEE ME AT SOME POINTNFJ
it's the way he sucks in a breath, a quiet suffocation, when he sees you're done getting ready for the gala. prim and proper, form fitting clothes, and the most luxurious scent flirting within the space in which you occupy. looking in the mirror to get that one strand of hair to sit right, your gaze flickers over to him in the reflection and the smile you give could have stopped his heart altogether.
"you look incredible," he murmurs, more to himself than out loud, and the tips of his ears burn hot the second he realizes you heard him.
with your own cheeks warm and rosy, an airy laugh tumbling out, you turn around to face him and step forward; a vibrant spring in your movement. jungkook nearly takes a step back if it weren't for your hands reaching up to adjust his tie.
"and you look dashingly handsome as ever," you reply, smoothing out the material with your fingers gently. you should be aware you are playing with his life at this point as your hands place themselves on his chest, eyes glancing upwards toward him. jungkook unconsciously licks his lips, forcing himself not to look at yours. get it together. "i think you'll be the star of the show. i can practically see the headlines - everyone is going to fall in love with you. again."
he blinks twice at your words before chuckling, shaking his head rather humbly as he tries to forget he is one of the top most sought out men in entertainment history in the last three years. the attention, the fame, and the fortune are all nice - don't get him wrong - but none of it really matters once he goes to bed at night.
all the eyes in the world could be on him, yet jungkook would only crave the sight of you in order to be seen.
"even if that were true," he starts off, expression turning to that of honesty that he fears greatly to show so openly. but your gaze, holding so much warmth and adoration, is easy to fall into. with basically a mind of its own, his hand lifts from his side to brush his thumb across your cheek. "they would be missing out on loving you."
"oh, what ever will they do now?" you scoff playfully, rolling your eyes as you try to wave off such a sudden display of affection from him. if giving compliments is jungkook's demise, you definitely have a harder time receiving them.
before you can switch tactics and announce semi-dramatically that you two are going to be late for one of the biggest events of the year, you feel his hand catch yours and gently turning you back around.
with a swoop of his head, the lightest yet sweetest of kisses brushes across your lips; one that he has been wanting to give you all day.