In a world of past heartbreaks and shattered trust, Jungkook's walls stood tall, shielding him from further pain. Taehyung, a bright presence in his dark world, sought to erase the scars etched on Jungkook's fragile heart. Devoted to cherishing him...
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When my chest grew an ear?
Taehyung circles the frame on the chest brows pinching together as when he brushes further he feels loose squishy skin.
No wait!-Cheeks?!
His hazels shot open and he barely caught his squealing with his palm when he saw a mop of silky black hair in front of his eyes on his chest.
Jungkook??
The peach hue didn't snatch much time to disseminate till his ears when the endearing presence saved unfolding right in front of him.
Jungkook's hands made a fist on taehyung's garment and were deep in slumber, faded snores came out to show his existence.
Taehyung's heart decided to break the steady pace and he almost got worried about what if the sleeping boy wakes up due to the noise of his fluttering heart whenever the long black eyelashes would flicker in tiny and his baby pink lips would push a little.
Maybe his heartbeat was really loud enough to trouble the younger boy. That's why he slowly pushed taehyung (which taehyung didn't even move but he, himself got away) and sleep talked, "Noisshii pillow." And whipped his dry lips to damp.
Taehyung gazes at him with an amusing expression with a smile-enhancing his handsome face and messy hair. The morning light gleaming his hazels like the sun in the ocean. And the slight movement that the smaller boy is doing in front never neglects to do something giddy into his stomach.
The ticking clock shows the exact time of 6:30 A.m. It's been minutes since taehyung has been staring deep into him. Creepy? Not when it comes to jungkook.
Taehyung somehow started to believe he would never get enough of it. Jungkook decided to roll to the other side of the bed and with that taehyung also took a clue to leave the bed as he obviously doesn't wanna get caught staring at that morning bird.
Gulping down a glass of water he leaves it on the nightstand without making much noise. Standing up he sat again when he felt something crushed against his feet.
The flowers.
The same one Taehyung brought last night. They were dead overnight. The colourful petals now took a shade of brown. Taehyung stares at them with an unhappy utterance.
These beautiful creations are meant to be cherished. So delicate and fragile. They need care and love to flourish and blossom. Otherwise when these delightful beings will fade you never know.
He took a glance at the sleeping boy again. His features were sweet, so peaceful. A soft smile settled on his face before he stood up walking out of the room.
Taking the last step of the stairs Taehyung meets with an empty living room. Wondering what on earth his sleepy ass woke up this early he stretched his limbs making his way to the front yard.
