The tips of Taehyung's long hair brush the tops of his eyelashes. You want to reach out and touch it, feel the softness of it underneath your fingertips. It perfectly frames his face, wisps of the dark strands curling around his cheeks and catching the light.
Not the cold, manufactured illumination of the kitchen light, but the warm sun of a slow midmorning.
Sunlight pours in from the kitchen's open window, lighting up part of his face and creating a hypnotizing array of shadow and light. If put up to the task, you could probably stare at his eyes and nose and lips forever—all softly lit and exuding an almost heaven-like glow.
He hasn't realized you're watching him from across the kitchen table yet, too engrossed in the book he's reading. You hope you can continue studying him for just a little while longer, and you try to keep very still, as if that will stop him from noticing you.
Taehyung turns a page in his book, and you stare at the way his fingers grip the corner of the paper, how his hand slides over the entire page. He has strong and comforting hands, just like everything else about him, that make you want to disturb the reverie and hold his palm against yours.
His lips quirk up at something he's reading on the page, and seeing his grin makes you smile yourself. It's one of your favorite things to see him smile, his mouth pulling into that signature boxy shape when he's especially happy. You love receiving that same smile when you wrap your arms around him after a long day or get him something from the store that made you think of him or make a new recipe that he loves; there's no end to the possible scenarios that can make that grin appear.
You still have some other things to do today. The idea of it makes you sigh internally; you want to continue sitting here and watching Taehyung for as long as possible. Maybe all day if you could. Seeing him and spending time with him gives you a certain sense of peace; he himself does that for you, really. He's like the balm that soothes all your worries and makes it easier to get through the day.
Taehyung's eyes finally dart up from his book to catch your face, and he gives a startled laugh to see you already looking at him. "What is it?" he asks, grinning again.
"Oh, nothing. You're just so pretty."
His smile grows brighter, and you think you see his face flush in the early morning light. "Where's this coming from all of a sudden?"
"I don't need a reason to admire my boyfriend. I just...felt like it," you say, stretching across the table to touch your fingertips to his arm. Taehyung shifts and lets one hand off the book so he can grip your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. "You're warm," you tell him, pressing your palm against his.
"I'm sure. I've been sitting in the sun," Taehyung says, casting a glance out of the window at the burning bright star sitting high in the sky.
You giggle at that. "You're naturally warm."
He turns to face you fully now and brings your joined hands up to his face, resting his cheek against the back of your hand. Taehyung's skin is soft against yours, and his cheek curves against your hand as he smiles softly and speaks again. "Everybody's naturally warm, Y/N."
"Ahh I know, but...you're special, obviously."
The man shakes his head playfully and angles his face into your hand so he can kiss the back of it, letting his lips linger there for a few moments more. "You're so good to me, you know?" he whispers.
"Because you're good to me," you respond, squeezing your fingers more tightly against his own. Finally, he lets go of the book, dog-earing the page to get back to his spot later, and sets it on the table.
Taehyung knows you have some other things to do today, but like you, he doesn't want to break this blissful moment. "Let's stay here for a bit more," he says, taking up your other hand now. "Don't leave just yet."
You nod, tracing your thumb across his knuckles. "Whatever you want, Taehyung."
