"Have you ever kissed a book?"
"Pfff... the fuck why?!" The sudden awkward, unnatural question making him befuddled as well as arching his brows, still he teases back the other, "Have you?"
"Yes.... and it was... magical..."
Taehyung loved reading b...
They say I'm one of the most sincere and magniloquent students in my college when it comes to literature and speech.
However, ironic how at this moment, I fail to convey even the simplest of thoughts as he makes it more and more complex.
"Shall I come in? Do you need help with tha-"
I found my excited voice hush on its own as I forget the basic civility and gawked at the magnetizing pretence in front of me sauntering out of my room, making me deny to believe its reality.
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I had offered the Prince to wear some comfortable clothes, (basic courtesy right, eh?), contrasting his archaic royal apparels, as I prepared myself to face the present situation I happened to be in.
But he keeps making it difficult for me to believe all this..
As if in one moment, he'll just vanish away, leaving me soulless and numb again and I'll stupidly wake up from the reverie of my desires and call it a lonely night.
Why is it that the darkest of nights doth have the brightest stars?
He sparkles as if under the brightest spotlight that the planet can possess or produce. As luminous as any star would shine. My eyes blatantly scan him as he becomes conscious of my gaze.
"M-my lord, pardon but, methinks I would need some assistance with this.. ahem..", his shy orbits fall down, his honey voice rang to break me from the trance he had trapped me in and thus, I followed his gaze.
The pair of pants that I have bought recently and haven't touched yet, gracefully covered his tall legs. I had already doted his broad abdomen being covered in the black t-shirt and blue silk jacket I'd given him.
But.. the thing is, he seemingly didn't needed 'help' with any of that, as he fidgeted around the zipper of his pants.
Oh. It's just the zipper.
Crap wait...... It's the zipper.
The idiotic me. Of course he doesn't know about zippers when he's used to leather belts or ropes.
What more was idiotic of me was my hand which, on its own volition, approached to zip him.
The fuck!
I mentally swatted my trance away and that instinctive (pervert?) hand of mine and looked down to my own pants.
Sure thing it has a zipper, but it would be another idiotic thing to do if I show him how to zip through my own pants.
Not to mention I'm not wearing anything under, 'cause I didn't expect... well.. him.
Finally, the logical side of me surfaced and I spotted my wardrobe in my room behind his shoulders.
