I knew you when I was young--
The loveliest girl in town;
I wish you were still around;
Hey,
I waited a long time,
All for you;
I waited a long time--
I lost you;
I was sleeping
In the backseat,
I was finally reminded
I lost you.
-- from "I Lost You," by the Walkmen
It had grown dark, indoors at least. But in the windows the midsummer night was still alight. Jungkook stood, and then, seeming still to be absorbed in thought, he lay down full-length on the couch.
She watched him for a while, and maybe because he smiled at her she came too, and stretched beside him. Without thinking or seemingly without thinking, she turned her body so that she could place her head on his stomach. They lay looking at the ceiling or at the window where the light remained, and thought; and the world turned and multiplied itself as they thought, each within all the others, all linked yet different.
The tattoo female thought, afterwards, that she had not then ever explored a lover's body, learned its folds and articulations, muscle under skin, bone under muscle, marrow under bone, but that was mostly like that: the secret knowledge of what she did with him, with it, in the nights, she alone.
She had asked Jungkook to meet her here and meet her there, and he would smile and agree without a word, and she felt a hot shame, that she was protecting him and herself too from being caught at something, something they weren't doing, the protecting being all there was to catch. Whenever she could, she would take his hand, cool and dry, and stood.
I guess 
