𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫˚✩ ⠀⠀⠀⠀
“you’ve heard about the second star to the right, have you? the star that you wish upon, hoping your dream will come true? or the star will take you to your neverland. would it be silly to say i still wish on that star but, for you? ah, it sounds a bit silly i suppose. the days when the moon never shows here it’s usually the stars that keep me company. there are always two, two beautiful shining stars that stand out. i close my eyes, cross my fingers, crinkle my nose and wish. i wish the best for you. i want you to always have someone to hold, someone you can always go to. for someone to always give you the loving warmth for a very long time. i also wish that you’ll continue to keep the promise to always stay and be something i can always hold on to when i feel like i’m going to fall. whether it’s true or not true, i’ll continue to wish on this little star.
the second star to the right, who’s light shines so rare, thank you for taking me to a dreamland. a dreamland where all my wishes come true. thank you for gifting me with a dream that was beyond any of my expectations.
so now i wish, hoping you’ll do the same for him. to bring him and extraordinary gift far beyond any of his expectations🌌”
3- Cinémas... 1/1 -bon on n'y va la séance commence dans même pas vingt minutes, puis les gars attendent en bas. (Dit jungkook). -oh euh oui bien sur( dit namjoon et jin, tendis que jimin contempler la beauté de cooky) (Namjoon et jin se tienne la main pour descendre. Et jungkook avez mit sont bras sur lres épilés de jimin) -ah bâ enfin vous en avez mit du temps. (dit suga, qui tenait la main de klain son petit ami qui travaille avec eux) -oh suga... Regarde en l'air...! (Tous le monde se mit a regardé, il y avait un avion avec une brandrolle écrit "will you marry my??❤💍" . klain le petit ami de suga se mit a genoux derier lui. Et pris la main a suga qui se retourna immédiatement.) -veux tu m'épouser, Min Youngi (suga)?
(Suga était en larmes...) -OUI!! (Et suga se mit a l'embrasser) (Cela fesai 5ans aujourd'hui qu'il était ensemble. Suga s'attendait a voir quelques chose... Mais pas une demande en mariage... Il en était tellement fier des le jour de sa rencontre avec klain il en était tombé sous le charme...) (dans la salle de cinéma quelque minutes après que le films et commençais...) (Jimin et jungkook avait leur juste a coté lun de l'autre... Juste qu'au moment ou cooky décida de prendre la main de l'homme qui l'aimé. Jimin s'endormie sur lui peu de temps après) (Jin avait la tête posait sur l'epole de namjoon. Et namjoon avait une main sur une des cuisse de jin. Comme pour dire tu es miens et je suis tien.) ... Suite mercredi (4- retour a la maison...)
104 minutes ago
heartsick demons •
i don’t have anything to post :,)
𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚
the small silhouette of his soft button nose made its appearance through the glass case of many baked sweets. her eyes wandered over his, his dark starry orbs wavering across the sugar glazed fruit cakes. the girl was standing besides the counter, boredom finding its place through acts of soft hums and whistle blowing. the bakery was empty today, despite it usually being a busy and stressful environment full of fast paced public demands. she hadn’t noticed her loss of an attention span, as the customers soft voice broke her daydreamed state. “𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.“ he waved his hand over his head, his doe eyes directing their attention at her. she looked back up at his light stare, the instant eye contact sending slight sparks to erupt in her stomach. both of their stomachs, actually. she walked up to the glass window of plenty of goods, awaiting the soft spoken boy to order his desired sweet. he looked up and pointed at the one of the fruit cakes and gave her a small, shy smile. “𝒊’𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆.” his eyes naturally held a spark of beauty that someone could only come to notice if they were close enough. they’re pretty, she thought.
she swiftly grabbed the shortcake from the glass stand, delicately placing the baked good in a small carton box. “𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 ?” she asked, holding a permanent marker in her hand. “𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒌.” he smiled, moving the hair out of his eyes to get a better view of the girl. she wrote his name on the container, sliding it over to him as he simultaneously passed her the change, their fingers slightly brushing together. this simple little interaction only led to her heart to flutter out of her chest, despite her calm exterior and cool demeanor. “𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.” the boy waved as he began striding towards the door. “𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒐, 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒌.” she whispered, a small smile tugging at the ends of her lips. [ continued in comments ! ]
28618 hours ago
𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐏 🥘
the soft sound of rain drizzled from outside our development, the pitter patter rhythm of the droplets setting a restful scene for the two of us. you layed on the couch, your head resting on the feather like cushion of pillows and blankets and such. you were under the weather today, despite you seeming to be on cloud nine the day before, happy and all. your usual starry awestruck eyes lacked the brightness they always held, a dull blankness covering what looked like the depth of absolute dreary. your mouth unintentionally curved downwards in a frown, you cherry lips looking lifeless than ever, the absence of the vibrant pink shade being so clear to the human eye. you wrapped yourself in the many blankets surrounding your body, even though beads of sweat dotted your forehead, dampening your hair.
the only thing that came to my mind to help decrease your poor state was soup. chicken noddle soup to be exact. i wasn’t the greatest cook, as whipping up something to eat without a box of directions could never turn out even half pleasant. but wasn’t chicken noodle soup the most cliche remedy for a cold? so chicken noodle it was!
it wasn’t your first pick of the various types of soup flavors out there, neither was it your second. but it was the only one i came close to knowing how to make. as the soup cooked in the pot, the essence of it all filled the house, the scent making your tummy grumble quite loudly. the smallest of chuckles left my mouth as you stared over at me with a sheepish grin on your face. you looked cute all bundled up on the sofa, your nose scrunching every once in a while due to the constant sniffles of your sickness. i couldn’t help the constant urge of wanting to hold and comfort you on the couch, despite the risk of me catching your cold as well. but at the same time, i truly didn’t care.
once the soup was done, i ladled the liquid into a bowl, making sure to scoop up the extra chicken you politely asked for with your nasally voice. in an instant you consumed the warm soup, setting the once full, and now empty bowl on the counter. [ continued in comments! ]