midnight blues · kth

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Taehyung was certain that he wasn't the touchy-feely type. No, he was sure that that part of him had died a long time ago. Although, he did still have his little moments of relapse from time to time.

The way the sun would kiss his skin, fresh air filling his lungs and gliding through his hair, it would always be too blissful to completely ignore. Sometimes on his late night journey's back home after a job, he'd pause to look up at the sky full of stars and appreciate the beauty of the peaceful surroundings.

He still had these little moments because after all, you can't change who you truly are deep down inside and Taehyung, despite how much he may try to deny it, was indeed the touchy-feely type.

The years and years of heart ache and pain had hardened him in ways that covered up his softer nature. The harsh world he was catapulted into at the ripe age of eleven had forced him to toughen up in ways that would have broken the average child, but Taehyung was far from average.

He was excellent, his marksmanship was prodigal and his quick thinking and ability to mask his emotions is what kept him alive all these years.

He was an assassin, the best and deadliest in the country. Ruthless and merciless in his kills that were usually fueled by a deep seeded rage, the same rage that had been bubbling inside of him ever since the day he had to pick his eleven year old self up off the ground of his ransacked childhood home.

Taehyung was a warrior, a fighter. He was strong and disciplined. A resilient force that people hesitated to challenge and a ruthless threat in the face of the law and any opponent who stood in his way.

So why on earth did he find it so hard to keep it together in front of her?

His leg was ceaseless as it bounced up and down rhythmically, his thumb was secured between his teeth receiving little nibbles to calm his racing and distracted mind.

His eyes, no matter how much effort he put into keeping them away, kept trailing to the mirror to fixate for a good few seconds on the sleeping girl in the back seat before he'd quickly dart them away with a chastising thought and the fear that her eyes would open and he'd be caught staring again.

Why did she have to be so fucking pretty?

As if needing to reinforce his thought, his eyes trailed back once again and he found himself sighing in despair at the sight.

Long eyelashes resting along those pretty eyes at the top of her smooth cheek. Her rounded nose, slightly scrunched from slight discomfort in a way that he could only describe as a personal attack. Her plump lips, soft and delicate, catching the light of the sun rays that shone on her awkwardly positioned head.

She was no doubt uncomfortable, very likely going to wake up with a stiff neck and complain about it and whine for at least an hour or two but Taehyung didn't have the heart to wake her up and save his future self from enduring her complaints.

The stone cold ruthless assassin couldn't find it in him to disturb her awkward slumber.

He was getting soft. Too soft, and he noticed it immediately after their first night at Val's.

She was beautiful, there was no doubt about it, he had admitted that from the very first moment he laid his eyes on her albeit subconsciously. But there was something different about seeing her relaxed and all domestic at Val's, something intimate.