Oneshots || Bangtanmoo

wheetae • love

Admiration. That is what Taehyung feels when he sees Wheein at the record store for the first time, his gaze following her, even when she is hiding between the shelves.

Fascination. Wheein doesn't know where this feeling suddenly comes from, but it is nonetheless all that she feels when eyeing the handsome man before her.

A peeking interest. That is what Taehyung realizes he's gotten when he leads their first conversation by asking what the album in her hands is called.

Hurricane. That is what Wheein answers Taehyung who just nods with a slight smile playing on his lips, his eyes flickering around nervously and his cheeks flustered in a cute red color.

Adoration. Wheein's heart is filled up with that emotion when looking at how flustered and nervous the beautiful man before her gets, even though all she did was to answer the polite and neutral question he asked.

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Love. No matter what emotions you're seeking for, you won't be able to find anything but that in Taehyung's eyes, when he casts a glance at Wheein who's simply letting her eyes trail over the menu card in her hand.

Love. No matter how many times Wheein gets to see Taehyung's face, stare into his hazel brown, almond shaped, deep, mysterious eyes, you'll only ever sense that exact feeling streaming through her body.

Love. That is the motive behind Taehyung's actions when he catches a loose strand of her hair and gently pushes it behind her ear again.

Love. That is the emotion that's bottling up in Wheein's heart, threatening as to make it burst every second now.

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Nervousness. Taehyung can't seem to calm down, but still manages to get enough gut and rationality to reach for Wheein's hand when they walk down the quiet, dark street.

Anticipation. Wheein feels it building up at the feeling of his skin against hers, both of their bodies trembling at the touch.

Fireworks. Nothing but that fills up both of the two young, blind adults, when Taehyung finally decides to pull the shorter woman closer and place his lips on hers in an endearing, gentle, loving kiss.

Amazing. Everything is indeed nothing but that, and Wheein comes to realize this when resting her head against the taller's shoulder and gently caressing the back of his hand with her thumb.

Wonderful. That's how Taehyung feels when continuing down the street, his fingers tightly entangled with Wheein's, his heart pounding extremely fast in his chest and his ears colored a deep red.

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Love. That is the only noticeable feeling inside Wheein when Taehyung starts to trail kisses up her neck while his hands are occupied, fiddling with the hem of her t-shirt.

Love. Taehyung's eyes are full of it when he tries to get enough reassurances, wanting to make sure that he isn't exceeding the brunette's limits in any way.

Love. Their soft kisses, sweet moans, heated bodies, closed eyes and mentions of each other's names all lead back to that one emotion.

Love. That's what the lovesick couple made that night.

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Frustrated. That's how Wheein feels when slamming the door behind her and letting her bag drop to the floor, her eyes locked at her boyfriend standing not too far away.

Confusion. Taehyung furrows his eyebrows and immediately wraps his arms around the small woman in an attempt of cheering her up.

Annoyance. That may not be the most constructive perspective on the situation, but it is nonetheless how Wheein decides to respond when she pushes the younger off of her and moves past him to the living room.

Insistence. That is the ruling feeling inside of Taehyung when he follows her, kisses her forehead and gently pats her back, all in an attempt of calming her down.

Redemption. Wheein finally gives in to his touch and lets him relax her, realizing that she's the luckiest person alive.

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Love. That is what dominates Taehyung when he inhales deeply and closes his eyes shortly before the sound of rattling keys is hearable.

Shook. That is what Wheein must admit that she is when stepping inside, greeted by a candlelit living room and a Taehyung standing before her with a rose in hand, reaching it towards her.

Love. That is what Taehyung confesses to feel when slowly getting down on one knee, admiring the beauty before him and feeling soft teardrops run down his cheeks.

Relief. The text Wheein received earlier wasn't about a bad serious matter; rather a quite delightful one, and now she has the man of her dreams kneeling before her with an open box, a ring inside, and a smile displaying around his perfect lips, lighting up his perfect face.

Love. That was the only thing the two experienced that night and the many upcoming. Love.

A/N:
An old draft of mine and very much a different type of writing. This felt more poem-like but back when I wrote it, it was just sort of soothing, haha

It's a short one and I'm sorry about that! My motivation's been lacking recently, but I promise to give you a better update soon <3