LMAO especially when it's about a romantic relationship that doesn't exist
And the person be like "It is not fiction. It shall not be relegated to the fanfiction section"
It is not fiction.
LMAO especially when it's about a romantic relationship that doesn't exist
And the person be like "It is not fiction. It shall not be relegated to the fanfiction section"
It is not fiction.
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.
Sounds an awful lot like "Jungkook" to me.
"Life is brief;
Fall in love, maidens,
Before the crimson bloom
Fades from your lips,
Before the tides of passion
Cool within you,
For those you
"Life is brief;
Fall in love, maidens,
Before his hands
Take up the boat,
Before the flush of his cheeks
Fades for those of you
Who will never return here."
-- from IKIRU, a film by Akira Kurosawa
The street they walked was slightly downhill from the crest on which his apartment was built to the center of town, and they coasted much of the way, aloft in the still-sunny evening, late June, the checkered shade.
Though she didn't build futures for herself, sometimes the tattoo female could see one, a vivid moment that was to happen to her, and sometimes it would really happen; and this moment of walking with Jungkook on this street was one.
"Which way?" he asked her at the intersection.
"Away," she said. "This way."
They were going towards the seawall. They got out there. There was a lick of breeze, lifting her skirt, then no more.
He said something to her.
"Oh?" She felt a sudden small self-consciousness, as though he had brushed against her. She turned pensive.
When they went home, she drove. She turned the car at speed off the side road and onto the highway, and he lurched to the side. The blacktop receded into distance before them like a demonstration in geometry. She picked up speed, letting her hand fall down along the car's side as though she trailed it in the water from a gliding canoe.
"You got time," she said to him. "The main thing is to take it easy. Everything's okay."
hm her real name is Pranpriya Manoban?!
I didn't know she was Indian?