lost flowers

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Taehyung hovered over me, He licked his lips and stroked my cheek, observing me with admiration from above.

His sweaty forehead made some of his hairs stuck together and some of the sweat on his chest was stuck to his white shirt. I couldn't escape the focus from the fire pit in my stomach, the knot of arousal making me red.

He laid on his back and let me nuzzle my head close to his heart. My hair brushed against his shoulder and his fingers sneaked their way to play with my fingers that rested on his stomach. I felt his heartbeat slightly speed up, his soft and thin flesh not able to block out the noise of his loving and loud heart beat. He let me cuddle close to him, our bare bodies pressed together. He breathed in and out, feeling himself completely calm down. I smiled upon feeling him relax, both of us closing our eyes. "Dahyun?" He whispered my name in that intimate moment we shared. "Yeah?" I slightly opened my eyes, letting him speak. "Read your letters to me." He spoke, making me look into his eyes. "You're really curious about them, aren't you?" I spoke, making him giggle. "Did you read any of them?" He questioned, making me immediately answer "67." I answered as he widened his eyes.

I wish I could tell him I remember what each letter said and who wrote it, but the state of my medicated self for these past few days was stopping me to remember and to understand every single word written on those papers. I only remembered some details. Some details like my little sister's drawing of a really weird looking dragon, that for a 10 year old really looks impressive. I remember the beautiful handwriting of Jungkook's mother as she kept telling me how lovely he talked about me. I remember some of my mother's words full of desperate hope that I would be reading her letters. And I felt really bad for reading them years later. But through those details, I got to know many things. My father got promoted on his job about two years ago and they prepared him a surprise party. They also got a dog about three months ago, and named it Dubu in honoring me. Being medicated, I slightly took offence that they named a dog after me, but felt at peace once realizing how beautiful the thought behind it actually was. I found out my mother opened a tailoring shop, something she always wanted. I even found out some of my friends got drunken tattoos and that some of them still help my family out and hang out with them like they used to when we were kids. Some of my cousins even learned a useful life lesson to pay their parking tickets as they almost ended up in jail. Firstly, to me it was surprising they owned cars, remembering the small kids my age that I couldn't quite picture how they look like all grow up now. And of course, I remember the crumpled daisies in my pockets that I kept storing at after pulling them out of the envelopes. I found extra daisies in the family box, letters softly pressed onto them.

"You're a fast reader." He spoke whilst stroking my hair. I giggled and moved from his warm body to reach for my nightstand. I took a few letters in my hands and crawled back to Taehyung, loving the way his warmth was brought back to me. "68." He spoke whilst I was opening a letter from my aunt. He closed his eyes and began listening to every word I read out. This letter was one of the most recent ones, and the shortest ones that talked about how even my auntie and uncle met the new puppy as a part of the family. They all gathered at the house for my mother's birthday, and wished really hard that I would come home soon. "You're still my favorite dah." I read out the last sentence out loud, slightly giggling to myself at the thought of naming the dog after me. Taehyung chuckled too, making me feel vibrations of his chest hit my ear. He took the daisy out of the envelope and brushed it against my nose, making me giggle. "Next one?" I asked, making him instantly nod. I took another letter and gently opened the pastel blue envelope, that one being from one of my cousins. "69." Taehyung counted and immediately chuckled in a dirty manner. I looked up to his eyes and rolled my eyes. "Ahh, why are you like that?" I playfully asked, shaking my head at his dirty thoughts. He pressed a kiss onto the top of my head and listened to my reading once again.

I began reading, getting lost in those words that after many years made me homesick. Taehyung listened carefully, both of us relaxing by the soft sounds of my words that filled the entire room. I read for a long time, crossing the 100 count of the letters that entire night. He loved hearing about my past and how lovely it all seemed. In a way, it helped him escape his own troubled past and wondered why I was desperately running away from mine. As I finished the 103rd letter, painfully discarding most of withered daisies beside us, I felt his soft breathing against my forehead and his chest moving up and down as he was slowly falling asleep. I started to drift off to sleep too, loving the way Taehyung was completely relaxed as he held me in his arms.

I felt myself entering a new world this intimate night. It didn't take me long to fall asleep onto his caring heart, the sound of it beating helping me enter into a deep sleep. I found myself being aware I was dreaming as I vividly dreamed about Taehyung in some kind of a garden. He was in all black, something that never happened before my eyes. He was sitting in a corner of a colorful room. The room was filled with flowers, mostly roses. It made me wonder why there weren't many daisies, but as I walked towards his figure I observed his hands that caressed the water and flowers in front of him. Then, a sunlight hit his face, making him glow and sink in the rays into his pretty tanned skin. All of that vivid scenery made me think of him as a human flower. A flower that was so fragile. A flower that was the most beautiful flower there amongst other plants. a lovely flower that loved the sun rays and caressed the water with his hands as petals.

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