Jungkook is lost. On one very late night he finds himself awake, starring at the ceiling with wide eyes open, fighting back the urge to cry. He sighs in discomfort, can’t help feeling the battle of his mind and his heart draining his energy down. Jungkook has known that this matters are taking up his mind and energy, but he can’t help it. He can’t restrain himself to not fall in love once again.
Taehyung is life. He is sunshine, he is everything. Every time he is around, his surroundings seems like brighten up a bit. He makes everyone laughs with his jokes. He makes the leaves dance with his movement. Taehyung does a lot of thing to perks up the world. A little bit more to makes Jungkook’s world alive.
I stare at my reflection. When I smile, she smiles. When I frown, she frowns. When I point the gun’s tip to my head, she does it too. And then there is blood running down our face, like honey dripping down from the bee’s nest. It is blue, not red, and when I push my index finger into the hole, it lets out the blue blood intensely.
The blue blood is making such a messy mess in this room. But it adds the colour. This room is lacking of colour. The wall is white, and the bed is too, and the lamp, and everything. The only coloured thing inside this room is me, and my blood now.
Waktu itu, jalanan Jakal sedang ramai-ramainya. Maklum, malam minggu. Namun lucunya jalanan depan Mirota Kampus tidak terlalu ramai. Namun bukan itu yang ingin aku ceritakan.
Aku duduk di salah satu warung makan di sebelah barat Grha Sabha Pramana. Aku ingat betul aroma nasi goreng yang menguar dari wajan. Aku duduk menghadap timur, dan sudah jelas aku bisa memandang GSP dari sebelah sini.
Ada yang aneh. Kemarin, waktu aku pulang dari kampus, aku ingat betul warna lampu-lampu bulat yang berjajar mengitari GSP. Oranye, bukan? Aku yakin benar warnanya oranye, bukan putih, apalagi biru.
Tapi malam ini warna lampunya merah. Merah terang, seperti kalau kau menumpahkan cat merah ke bulatan-bulatan lampu.
When the first snow fell, Misha the Dragon was in his big but comfy cave. He somehow managed to get his place’s warm enough for himself. After adjusting his tail, Misha began to sleep since it’s night time already.
That was when he hear a rustling sound near him.
Misha didn’t keep a pet, no. He was -is- a good dragon, and he didn’t eat friends. So, where was this sound came from?
Pagi itu hujan. Aku sempat menggosokkan sepatuku yang berlumuran lumpur di tepi tangga. Suara bel masuknya hampir kalah dengan suara gemuruh petir. Hari ini adalah tes terakhir, pikirku. Sepuluh soal terakhir untuk lulus tes dan diterima di universitas yang aku inginkan. Setidaknya hujan membuat hawanya terasa lebih dingin, sehingga tidak ada lagi kertas soal basah karena keringat yang berkali-kali diseka.