✧･ﾟ:*月光 *:･ﾟ✧

series of hours, minutes, seconds between two lovers hearts aching as they hold onto each other in hidden rooms and stolen glances. but its three fifteen in the morning, and the world is a complete mess but in jeno's arms its a mess neither of you can untangle.

or timestamps that follow the tricky story that is falling in love with your brothers best friend: lee jeno

[2:53 am] - the music's loud and the world doesn't stop vibrating from the party going on downstairs but its worth it for the smile you see at three am.

[5:13 pm] - feathered kisses, and sunsets mixed with pros and cons.

[6:32 pm] - dog's help imagine portal veins apparently

hi hi ! thank you thank you thank you ! to the amount of love and support i received on the first installment of this series <3 due to that i decided to create a mini series, that will be updated hopefully every two weeks or so.

taglist !! @neocuddlytechnology @chenjwi

much love

its always right person wrong time missed by a slim month of easy smiles and quick banter. never the right person at the right time when we first met, hair not curled but that same ease. ease that remains when two ppl talk but its never right. never when one thinks of the other, in those corners of their mind. thoughts that wander what it would be like, to have hand in hand, callouses pressed against smooth skin from articifial rocks and copper strings.

its always right person wrong time, with changing watercolored eyes, and simple ways of knowing.

first time. right person wrong time and it feels like the world stops. the first when ghosts no longer come out. when they slink back into their rooms and stones to find other souls to haunt. second when its missed by the twining of copper and brass. when the notes and reverations of strings still humm in my ears and the melodies u play haunt my dreams. the second is when the world feels quiet until u play, show with agile joints and it feels like a trick. one the light plays, when u smile.

same person still wrong time. and u wonder when the world will want u to have the right person right time. when it wont b muddled in crushes and unstrung promises. not mixed in hugs that last one second too long, holding tight that the hope flares until your told they’re with someone. someone that makes em happy and all u can do is remain in that place. arms wrapped around yours, frozen by memories and what ifs. while the world keeps spinning and time never stops.

right person wrong time. and its saturday and two o’clock. and a nice boy is before u, but u cant get a goofy one out of yours, and texts that were dismissed with fear and panic. maybe saturday’s is right person right time. maybe the world has a way of making things right. 

for i cannot live in a right person wrong time heart strung and battered another time. third times the charm. 

maybe she’ll learn. maybe she wont run away, face that panic and bile that rises. keeps her heart beating with too much weight against her chest. a compression of simple folds called lungs that crush like leaves. she hopes this time when that feeling comes, and he smiles she wont do what she always does and will take it for what it is. wont hesitate for dissapointing the one before her. 

you sent me a poem. one about being someones sunset. but being someone’s sunset isn’t for you. it’s the world’s focus on you, glitz and glam. burst of colors that blind. 

you’re that part right after. the one that keeps that warmth and beauty without the blinding. that one were most of us dont stay for, twilight.

when purples overcast the reds and oranges, and the world becomes enveloped in lilac. colors of comfort, of safety, of brilliance and home. a home you didnt know you had. 

you’re twilight to your core. dark in the way the night is. with its hidden parts, that glow faintly by the stars that shine by it. glows, faint and constant always there for you when you need em. 

you don’t need someone who catches the sun in its final breath. you need a star gazer that looks at the sun after its drowned and sees its beauty. look at the sky in twilight, with its hues and adjacent glows in love and admiration.

you’re covered in twilight, head to toe embrace its beauty. one hidden behind the sun, with shy smiles, poetics words and those moments in the inbetween. where the world becomes an explosion of stars above us. 

its icons and icons. id love to star in this ngl though itd def b angsty.

tagged by @stationwon <3

tagging anyone who wants !

[ 6:32 pm ] the sun is a bruise in the sky covered by the gray clouds that fan around it. The music flooding in through your headphones has you humming along, words formed on your lips but never spoken. And the thought has you thinking only slightly about a certain boy that you saw in your class today. 

Thinking about the class that had you dozing off to sleep except on tuesdays, because he would also be there as a teacher’s assistant. Jeno’s overwhelming love and passion for the subject had you mesmerized if you thought for only five minutes on the topic too. And you promised you tried to be more invested in the words and information that came out of his mouth and not on the way his eyes would get lighter when he got excited about the way a vein drains into another or the wink he would send your way when the rest of your class had fallen half asleep for the second half of the class. 

The thoughts keep you warm on the cold spring afternoon, the bruises in the sky blossoming behind you as you make your way back home, cold wind snapping at your face. Your own world, filled with thoughts of classes you couldn’t wait to be done with, melodies that filled your soul and a boy with warm eyes that filled your heart. A world that keeps you distracted until a voice calls out your name for the tenth time (nine of which you had not realized) and you’ve spun around almost crashing into the boy behind - now in front - of you. 

He’s painted in hues of orange and gold, dashes of pink in the light that descends from the sun and it’s almost breathtaking until he’s pulling you in arms wrapped around yours in warmth. The varsity jacket, worn out over the year, is soft against your skin and you want to stay trapped in the moment. Arms wrapped around each other, the ends of his hair tickling your cheek. Safe. warm. Comfortable. That’s what it felt like to be in his arms. 

The lingering strips of color in the sky threaten to leave, as Jeno breaks away from the hug. Soft smile is ever present on his face as he asks you about your day, if he did a good job teaching and if you needed any help with today’s topic. He’d noticed you weren't the biggest fan of the topic, something you’d profusely tried to decline to no avail. But his faint smile never left, eyes so warm that if you didn’t think too much about it you would just stare at wondering all of life’s possibilities in regards to Jeno. 

A moment, slipping between your fingertips the way water weaves its way through cracks in the road after a rainstorm. Moments between two strangers who aren’t quite strangers anymore, who share gazes they don’t understand. Things that seem so tangible, like the way his lips felt against your forehead, the way his arms felt around your waist and your around his neck, tangling in his outgrown hair. 

He'd been wanting to cut it for hockey for a while now, but that resolution had left his mind when you wrapped a finger on a black curl during a stolen moment in the movie theater. And then you’d told him how much you’d loved the light curls that would come when his hair would grow out and jeno had canceled any sort of appointment - one he’d had jaemin make honestly - in regards to hair cutting. And when your phone buzzes in your back pocket an incoming call from your older brother “worlds best brother” - name placed by haechan himself - reality crashes back into you. 

a. first meeting

rules: list 4 songs you have on repeat right now !!

tagged by: @sunflowerforhaechan, @orpheyeux, @mortemsolis <333

i. bam bam - camilla cabello + ed sheeran.

ii. pasta - new rules

iii. part of you - 19&u + carlie hanson

iv. trouble - troye sivan + jay som