yg | Yoongi — Cigarettes & Spring Mornings ›
It’s six a.m. and he’s on the balcony again, cigarette burning slow between his fingers, rain clinging to the air like it’s afraid to fall. You’re still wrapped up in the tangled sheets of his tiny apartment, your legs thrown over each other, sleep-crushed hair sticking to your cheek. You’re college kids. Still stupid, still wild, still chasing every moment like you’ve got forever. But when you look at him—shirtless, quiet, staring at the world like he’s trying to find a place for the two of you in it—you realize something: Maybe it’s not about forever. Maybe it’s just about this. These spring mornings. These small silences. These secret versions of him he only shows you. And that’s enough. Because as long as he still comes back inside, climbs under the covers, and kisses your bare shoulder like a prayer— You’ll believe in him. And maybe, just maybe, he’ll start believing in the future too.
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It’s six a.m. and he’s on the balcony again, cigarette burning slow between his fingers, rain clinging to the air like it’s afraid to fall. You’re still wrapped up in the tangled sheets of his tiny apartment, your legs thrown over each other, sleep-crushed hair sticking to your cheek. You’re college kids. Still stupid, still wild, still chasing...Read more