Paper Hearts(Taekook)
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Hearts that just needed to be seen and heard
Maxine
That's exactly how the story will go
Maxine
Welcome to the new story
Maxine
Once again your one and only the bestest human EXISTING
Maxine
This time it's not written by some other author outside
Maxine
But by my one and only Cherie who had a plot
Maxine
to which I want to give a life
Maxine
hope y'all enjoy it
Maxine
But as long as she enjoys it doesn't matter what you feel so whatever 🐢
Jeon Jungkook
JEON TAEHYUNG BEHAVE
Jeon Taehyung
I'll make sure you regret everything Jeon Jungkook
Jeon Jungkook
I'm not wounded
Jeon Taehyung
But you're bleeding
Jeon Taehyung
Everything is just a paper?
Jeon Jungkook
Just a paper
Jeon Taehyung
Then I'll turn the paper into a heart
Maxine
🐈⬛thanks for reading if you are reading
Join me and have fun
Jungkook
Dead people receive more flowers than living ones
Because regret is stronger than gratitude
Jungkook wakes before the alarm.
He always does. Years of habit trained into him like a second spine - wake before dawn, eat clean, read, breathe, control.
It’s the same every morning - the quiet hum of the ceiling fan, the faint light cutting through the blinds, the world outside still half-asleep. He sits up, runs a hand through his hair, and exhales like it’s the only sound allowed to exist.
Routine steadies him.
He likes things that make sense.
Wake up at 5:30.
Drink a glass of water.
Stretch.
Eat the same clean breakfast.
Silence the noise before it starts.
The sunlight crawls over his desk, touching the edge of his notebooks, the untouched breakfast bowl. He sits, pen between his fingers, reading over lecture notes he already knows by heart.
He has a class to teach in three hours.
A lecture on cognitive algorithms.
A classroom full of faces that will look at him like he’s perfect.
He’s good at pretending.
He’s been pretending since he was old enough to understand that love in his family was conditional&earned, not given.
And still, sometimes, he wonders what it would’ve felt like to be ordinary.
but then again the problem was because he is ordinary
Jeon Jungkook
*Opens the fridge*
Jeon Jungkook
*counts the eggs*
Jeon Jungkook
*lines the messed up knives parallel on the counter*
There’s something calming about order, about knowing where everything belongs even when he doesn’t.
When the kettle starts to whistle, he looks up accidentally, involuntarily at the closed door down the hall
His gaze lingers a beat too long before he looks away
Jeon Jungkook
*sips his tea even though it's burning hot*
Jeon Jungkook
*makes scrambled eggs and toast, places it on the counter and leaves*
Another day, another set of eyes waiting to measure his brilliance.
He ties his tie with practiced ease, glances in the mirror, and meets the eyes of the man he’s become neat, composed, unshakable.
Then he picks up his keys and crosses the living room
Jeon Jungkook
*glances at the closed door again*
Taehyung
Perhaps it isn't Love when I say you're what I love the most - you're the knife I turn inside myself, this is Love. This, my dear, is Love.
Jeon Taehyung
*hits the snooze button*
Jeon Taehyung
*immediately throws the pillow at the alarm*
Who the hell even bought it
It falls off the bedside table, still buzzing like it has a personal grudge against him.
Jeon Taehyung
Alright, alright, I’m up*mutters grumpily*
Jeon Taehyung
*lies down again and closes his eyes*
Trying to remember why he has to wake up this early in the first place
He drags a hand through his red hair- messy, soft, and definitely too much effort to fix right now. His reflection in the mirror smirks back at him.
Jeon Taehyung
You’re late already, genius *rolls eyes at his own reflection*
The room is chaos — half-open drawers, clothes hanging from chairs, sketchbooks everywhere, a mug from last night’s coffee that he probably should’ve washed.
He won’t.
But doesn't appreciate it
He likes the mess.
It feels like proof that he’s alive.
Jeon Taehyung
*hums as he brushes his teeth*
Jeon Taehyung
*switching between two random songs that shouldn’t sound good together but somehow do. His toothbrush almost slips because he starts dancing halfway through*
Taehyung doesn’t do quiet mornings. He fills them up with noise so he doesn’t have to think.
He throws on a cream-colored shirt, halfway tucked, jeans ripped at the knees, and his favorite brown jacket - the one that makes him look like he knows what he’s doing, even when he doesn’t.
First lecture -9:00AM
Don't be late!
Jeon Taehyung
*checks time: 8:47*
Jeon Taehyung
Oops no cursing Kim- Jeon Taehyung!
Jeon Taehyung
*grabs his bag, skips breakfast that was already prepared for him*
Jeon Taehyung
*bolts toward the door*
Jeon Taehyung
*His shoelaces are untied, his headphones are around his neck, and he’s mumbling curses under his breath as he locks up.*
Jeon Taehyung
*passes the closed door and makes a face at it.*
Hope your morning’s as boring as you look *mutters*
Jeon Taehyung
*grins and runs out for University*
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