Yours Truly

23: Since we've no place to go let it snow

As if the world had stopped. He cupped her face in his long palms. His face red, eyes watered down.
"How did you find the way to the arcade? Why did you play the games? I can't keep letting go. I can't let you go!"
His voice softened, his eyes lost the intensity. As if his sharp gaze rounded all of a sudden. He continued with a much softer tone,
"I love you more than anything in this world."
Sierra stood there. Her mind fuzzy from his words. How had he figure out about the arcade and yet stay the same? Or was it just like her? He changed everyday, so did everyone. What is going on.
"I love you too, if not more. Now, you'll be tucked in my apartment till we both calm down."

Canvases, paint splatters all around, paintbrushes, acrylic tubes. He looked around. Even a scribble felt meaningful. Small sketches and canvases and cardboards crafted into small things. A clock made from icecream sticks.
His long fingers tracing the canvas. A pair of eyes. His eyes. His long eyelashes, sharp gaze, monolid and double eyelid, the small mole underneath his eye. Everything. But from a romanticised point of view. He never knew someone can interpret his eyes so beautifully.
"It still is incomplete though. It seems to lack something.
The cup of hot chocolate was the exact warmth they needed right now. With a smile Sierra tried to hide her surprise. He was in her room. He was in love with her. He was as much in love as she was.
He smiled, his hands taking her hands instead of the cup. Slightly pulling her closer. Cupping her face as her eyes met his. Why did you hav eto be so perfect Sierra?
His register low and deep. A soothing husk in it,
"What do you see in my eyes that you don't on your canvas, My Lady?"
"My reflection."
As if under a spell, the words fell out of her plump lips. Daring not to break the eye contact. Devouring how her reflection looked in Taehyung's eyes. As if a planet in his galaxy.
His lips parted into the cutest ever reaction. Sierra couldn't get enough of his smile now, can she?
She booped his nose with an equally bright smile,
"Wanna check out the terrace?"

"Taehyung?"
It felt surreal. As if everything was a dream. He looked so ethereal. The moonlight hitting his sharp features. Why did this one moment feel like forever?
Taehyung hummed. He loved how his name rolled out on her tongue. A bit of foreign lisp somewhere in the undertones. She is pretty good for someone who just moved to Korea a few years ago.
"Is there something that I should know Taehyung? I mean, we are going through the same battle..."
Sierra didn't wanna sound rude. Stories are hard to pass around from lips to ears. Pursing her lips, eyes eagerly looking at him.
Taehyung gulped down. The words he wanted to spit out didn't climb out of his vocal cords. Stuck like a sticky mutant. Scratching the walls of his throat. He just wasn't ready yet.
Sierra saw him shuffle awkwardly. Fiddling with his fingers. She smiled,
"It's okay. If you aren't ready to share it, it's okay. Whenever you are ready, know that I'll be there for you."
"Will you really wait that long?"
"I'll always wait for you."
She was glowing. The moonlight acting as her very own spot light. He was meant to fall for her. She was an literal angel. Unlike him.
Her fingers softly pressing on his. Should she? Is she going to fast. I mean, he just confessed today. What if he wants to take things slow?
His long arms surrounded her figurine. Wrapping her in a side hug. Kissing the top of her head. She smelt of marshmallows and acrylics and candles and chocolate. She smelt of love.
"You are beautiful. I'll find you and hold you tight even if you change completely "
"I thought no one would remember the changes. No one eventually does."
He smelt of comfort. Just the comfort she needed. Wool was nothing compared to his warmth. A feeling that he would stay forever without a doubt had arisen inside her out of nowhere. It just felt nice to hope these things.
His long fingers combing through her fluffy hair. So fluffy. Dark and soft. Was she really that pretty? Yeah she was! She could leave any model jobless. Anyday. She was just straight out of dramas and books and poems and paintings. She had became his everything in a second. The second they met.
"People who don't have the same blood as you yet love you with your everything can see the changes in you. That's why Jin Hyung can't see Jisoo change, yet Namjoon Hyung notes it down every day. Lisa's parents don't think anything's barely different but Jungkook has been connecting dots. Jimin really wants to ask Rosé about all this,but something tells him Rosé isn't ready. Yoongi Hyung really wants to help Jennie but they still are kinda feuding. So basically we are all at the same point. We know, we see, we think we have lost it and don't ask you guys because of emotions. It sounds stupid, I know. But when we all sat down and discussed it behind Hobi Hyung and Jin Hyung, it didn't feel half as stupid as now."
His deep voice and squeaky little chuckles. Oh my gosh! Is that what heavens sound like? His thin, pink lips moving. Attracting her eyes like a magnet. As if she had forgotten everything.
A cold, soft touch on her skin. Then another. And other. Till they both lost count. Two pairs of beautiful eyes looking up. Small cotton like cold droplets. Her eyes glowing, his bread cheeks fluffed up from smiling.
"The first snow of this year..."
A dreamlike aura in the unison of their voices. A melody. They both fell into giggles. Even the slightest things were producing adrenaline in their systems.
"Man, it doesn't show signs of stopping
And I've brought me some corn for popping
The lights are turned way down low
Let it snow, let it snow"
She hummed, accompanied by his soft harmonizing, as the gap between them lessened. His long palms cupping his cheeks. A thousand fires kindling on their lips. A husky whisper oit of her lips
"Would it be too early to kiss?"
"Do you want to?"
"Heck yeah!"
"Fuck everything then."
And with that two worlds came crashing into one. Two cold and soft lips kindling a fire of their own. A warmth of love. Thousands of tiny fireworks going out. All they knew were themselves. Is that why Rhett Butler said,
"You should be kissed and often,"