I'm A Weak Weak Girl Yall - Tumblr Posts

i have this image in my head of you in your apartment with jun. the sun set hours ago. there’s moonlight and stars and street lamps catching the pockets of space your open blinds create.

your couch is soft. jun is warm. it’s quiet, so quiet, but his presence is loud, so loud, so safe. he knows you so well. he waits for your head to fall and find the sturdiness of his chest before he mentions anything about going to bed.

he stands first. he closes your blinds and turns on the hallway light. he kneels down in front of you. he kisses your forehead. he smiles at the sight of your peace.

“how does your bed sound, hmm?”

you hum and he smiles again. “can i get your arms?” they shoot right up as if you’ve done this before, as if you’ve done this for years. “that’s my girl.”