His skin was pale as newly fallen snow, his hair was blonde as newly bloomed daffodils, and his heart was warm as a newly begun spring.
If Jeongguk was snow, then Taehyung was hail.
Yet there they were, hot and cold, yin and yang, with their heart...
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The universe is curled up inside of us all, it's just up to us to find the stars.
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We sat in his room. His big, bright room. He had everything here. A small, glittering Christmas tree, various books in high stacks, a jungle of plants, and strings of fairy lights in all colours.
My eyes couldn't get enough, there was too much to look at.
A fairy definitely lived there.
One wall was covered in a big painting of Narnia. It was so big that it was like standing in the middle of the forest among spruce trees and branches with heavy snow.
"Me and my mother painted that. She loves snow."
I nodded as I looked over every small detail and every small brushstroke. It was gorgeous and very realistic. I thought back to my own room, hands in the pockets of my black attire. Bed, table, dust and mom on the couch in the living room.
Jeongguk collapsed onto the bed with light blue covers and patted the space beside him, smiling. I looked at him for a bit before sighing and laid down beside him.
The ceiling was painted like the midnight sky. Midnight blue with sparkling stars. We were looking up into space.
Jeongguk glanced down at my face and saw how I was inspecting every small star and planet. He smiled softly and wiggled himself closer to me. He pointed up towards the ceiling and spoke softly, explaining the different planets. Saturn, Mars, Venus et cetera. And of course, his favorite part of the painting: the big, bright Milky Way.
I nodded as he rambled. His voice was very soothing.
"You could live your whole life here. In this bed."
He then turned his head towards me again, blonde locks falling into his eyes as he stared up at me. "I could." He smiled and tilted his head, although he wasn't really able to since the bed prevented him from moving his head to the side.
I met his eyes and turned my head as well. Our faces were very close but he either didn't mind or simply chose to ignore it.
His eyes were really beautiful. I'd probably never say it out out loud, but they really were. I didn't know which galaxy was prettier to look at—the one on the ceiling or the one in his eyes.
Probably his eyes, actually. They always seemed to sparkle.
"Tell me 'bout yourself." I turned away from his face and glanced up at the moon of the ceiling. Things were just going so well.
"I live with my mom." I said vaguely.
"Where's your dad?" I closed my black eyes and sighed.
"I don't know. He was a one-night stand. But it doesn't matter, fathers are just a pain in the ass anyway."
Jeongguk looked with big, hazel eyes. He looked. And looked. And looked.
I sighed and rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my leather-covered chest. "Drop it, blondie. I'm okay with it. There are enough parental figures in my life. I'm on stepdad number 15."
He stayed silent and continued to look. Maybe it wasn't the answer he expected.
"Have you seen your birth certificate? Maybe his name is written in it."
I froze. I propped myself up onto my elbows and looked at him with wide eyes. I always trusted my mom for all these years.
I have never seen my papers.
I shook my head and plopped down again, staring up at the galaxy with unbothered eyes. It doesn't matter. Mom had no doubt thrown everything out. "I know who my mother is. That's enough."
Jeongguk continued to stare at me for another while until he hummed softly and turned his head to look up at the ceiling again. He moved his head up beside mine so it practically laid on my shoulder. I felt his soft hair grace my jaw and it felt oddly comfortable. I wasn't much of a 'contact' person so I found it absurd I actually enjoyed the boy's touch and warmth.
His hair smelled nice. Cinnamon.
My arms were still crossed over my chest. I glanced down and noticed the clear contrast between my stiff, black leather jacket and his soft, fluffy blue sweater. I moved my hand down beside his. Mine was tan, sun kissed, and big. It was rough and had bare, naked nails. His was pale, delicate, and smaller. His hand wasn't particularly small but it was smaller than mine. It was soft and had painted, short nails.
My index finger twitched lightly. I could feel the heat radiating off of his and the cold that radiated off of mine.
We were polar opposites and anyone could see it. Yet, there we were, lying beside each other on a bed, looking up at the stars.
