#botanry

                                 ❛  is that so  ?  i hadn’t noticed.  ❜   just as cold as her stare was to the unknown did she turn her head, pulling the strands of illuminated hair over one shoulder to dance over her bicep  &&  reveal that beauty that was crafted as her bare collar bones  &&  shoulders.  now facing the only person, man, she had her eyes on in the entire banquet hall she thought quick on her feet to direct the conversation somewhere more pleasant for the both of them.  without hesitation she reached out to coil her nimble fingers around his own rough ones, using his weight as an anchor as she pulled herself closer to him  ;  ultimately closing the gap that was once between them.  with chin pressed to the centre of his chest she stared up at him with loving eyes, the hues of lush pink concentrating on their own dark eyes  ;  again she tried but failed.  soon she would eventually give up on attempting to dig inside where she shouldn’t be.  ❛  i’m happy you decided to come alongside with me.  it’s always so, how do i say this without being rude  ?  boring as fuck.  ❜   grinning at the swear  (  as if she were a child that had just learnt the word from her parents  )  her hands squeezed a little tighter on his, now rocking to the tips of her toes so she could climb higher to see every detail of his face a little better.  ❛  thank you for coming with me, really.  it means a lot to me, oppa.  ❜

it was true. it was from one person to another. she’s been told that and now it was her turn to pass it down to someone else who needed it. sure, she didn’t know who he was but that didn’t stop her from speaking her mind. of course she didn’t know him. it’s not like she had a three hour conversation with him that explained his character to her. she raises an eyebrow at his response. what a hypocrite. he didn’t know her either. her? do things for other people? on her own will? it’s debatable, but she most likely wouldn’t do that. “alright. speak about me not knowin’ ya. y’really think i do that shit? wow. i don’t help people. wrong impression.”

                                       four a.m. ice cream runs always included the company of his best friend. though both their eyes were droopy there wasn’t a care in the world for the two, they’d get behind the wheel to get to their destination of any ice cream parlour for a late night  (  or early morning  )  snack.     with his belly full of mint chocolate chip ice cream that his brother so often neglected him of having, he laid in the back seat of their car, head resting on their thigh. it was a little cramped, but the way his legs folded was comfortable enough  ----  plus he was just simply tired.    ❛  you know, before  ----  before you picked me up, uh.  ❜  it was always hard for jungkook to speak with people regardless of who they were, but he was trying to be better this year.   ❛  when i made that joke that i would cry when you drive to my place to pick me up  ...  i actually was crying. don’t freak out.  ❜  words continued to die off in a tired mumbly mess, his eyes now closed  ;  he couldn’t bring himself to stare up at them with a pathetic confession. 

         ❛  yeah, hi, are you the King?  ❜  this is the weirdest fucking conversation I’ve ever had, oh my god. ❛ Uh, well, for one. Nice to to meet you. But      let’s cut to the chase. I figure you wanna know what’s going on. I was....intercepting calls, and there are a few old gang members that have beef with you. Nothing new, I’m guessing, but when I was listening to the calls, they had someone hired to break into your mansion. I doubt they would get very far, but they’d definitely make some noise. Who they hired isn’t as good as me, though. Do you want me to shut the operation down? Or....better yet, I could tell you where they are right now if you want to deal with it personally. Their base isn’t far. ❜         The King wasn’t an easy man to find or talk to, but Nick knew it was possible and knew this was his way in. Not that he necessarily wanted something from The King, but this meant they were at least talking. The King was a respected name around town, and if nC had him in his contacts...score!!