PRIVATE &&. HIGHLY SELECTIVE serial killer indie oc // 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.
i'm tired of always chasing, chasing after you i don't give a f u c k about you anyways —— !! whoever said i gave a shit 'bout you? you never share your toys or communicate i guess i'm just a play date to you —— !!
❛ 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.
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 ? ❜