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written by JENNA

IN THE NIGHT

you’re in love with a knife fight and his LIPS taste like gunpowder.
his h e a r t is a battlefield demanding attention, his mind a dismantled tragedy, but his love is like the whole world electric and the sun laid at your feet.

LUCOZADE

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CREDITS

theme by kayla
art by seniorroyal
music player by fukuo

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STARVEDEATH

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           ❛       y’know,   i almost couldn’t leave you in there this morning,   i could’ve stayed laying like that forever.  but i had to get up to make us food.   you have to eat.   especially   after last night.      ❜       his laugh is warm,   raspy     &     laced with sleep.  looking up from the plate he was placing the last pancake on,   he couldn’t help but make a double take.  for someone who practically kills for a living,  how the hell did he become this LUCKY ?    he swears he asks that same thing to himself   every single morning.  it never gets old,  though.                pancakes !      ❜         jungkook frowns a few moments after his reply,  eyeing the probably too-many food items lined up on the counter top,              anything you want,   really.   i didn’t want you going hungry.   d’you want some coffee,   too ?       ❜         he may have   already   made some,   but still there’s no harm in asking.

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             slowly but surely, pale limbs pressured itself upon   (   presumably   )    MILLION DOLLAR SHEETS   —   figure adorned with various imprints of scarlet   &   magenta rising from its previous position of s l u m b e r.     ❛     you’re so good to me, kooks. too good,     ❜     please, never let me go.     ❛     my favourite   !     ❜     anything jungkook makes is his FAVOURITE, really. no doubt about that. chocolate hues were practically in g l i m m e r s, smile bright enough to rival the sun’s encompassing his usually scowling features.   ONLY JUNGKOOK, ONLY JUNGKOOK.     ❛     y’can probably feed an entire village with this amount’a food, babycakes. not that i’m complainin’, ‘course. but i ‘gotta keep this MODEL FIGURE, y’know   ?   or not no one’s ‘gonna pay me to dry hump my a s s on ‘em,     ❜     the blonde e m p t i e d what little distance they had between them to leave a  f l e e t i n g peck upon the other’s lips, a silent      i love you     from a man of too many words.     ❛     but thanks anyway. y’always take care of me, y’stud muffin   —   &   ah   !   coffee sounds good, actually. black   &   bitter, just how i like ‘em, i hope   ?      ❜

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