Jimin rested on his arms as he gazed at the tall form just a few steps away from where he stood busy with anything that he didn't really care at all. He took a deep breath as thoughts of the young kept trailing in his mind...
Oh Jungkook-ah...
Of soft, white, creamy texture your skin is made.
Wish so much I could touch it...
Of silky, black, soft strands your hair is made.
Wave my hands around your locks...
Of luscious, red, kissable lips your mouth is made.
Kiss you till we can't barely breathe anymore...
Of a bright, loving, piercing look your eyes are made.
Find myself lost in your stare...
And of every piece of you my heart is made.
Isn't obvious enough?
He sighed, of such a lasting, longing, never ending need my life is filled because of you, I wonder when will you make it go away...