it's been a week.

things have actually been okay.

i haven't been as depressed,

and i haven't been thinking of yoongi.

jungkook was just so different,

i couldn't compare the two in any kind of way.

"i love you." he mumbled kissing my lips.

i stayed quiet,

feeling guilty.

"stop looking at me like that. i don't expect you to say it back, i want to let you know how i feel." he hit my chest.

"you tell me everyday, idiot."

"i just want to make sure you know." his lips met my own again.

jungkook was such a gentle person.

he didn't care much for sex,

but when he did,

he made sure it was something i also wanted.

he didn't call it sex either,

he referred to it as making love.

yoongi just asked me everyday if we could have a quicky in the restroom.

"i really like you." i whispered in his ear.

he smiled kissing my nose.

"thank you."

"you don't need to thank me, jungkook."

"yes i do."

he laced our fingers together and brought up our hands to give mine a kiss.