A quiet breeze tickles the end of his hairs as Jimin's eyes flutter shut. He leans into the familiar warmth of Taehyung's hand, tenderness. Time ticks to a stops, ebbing and flowing in slow, lazy waves that kiss the shores of their hearts.
Neither of them move for a while, the air between them heavy and electric. When Jimin finally opens his eyes again, after what feels like a passing eternity, Taehyung is already looking at him, his gaze pensive and warm. There's a fire within the depth if his eyes that makes Jimin blush and he lowers his gaze immediately.
He holds his breath as Taehyung's fingers gently curl against his temple. They linger there for a moment before the younger moves his hand down and slips it around to cardle the nape of Jimin's neck. He hold him like that for a moment, thumb lightly resting against the pulse that rises and falls at the side of Jimin's neck.
It's cold and their breaths rise up and condense into the ghosts of all the things they wish they could say to one another. Unspoken words sit at the tips of their thongues, their hearts beating in tandem.
The overhead lanterns and glittery stars throw beads of golden and vermillion red over their skins, bathing them with twinkling lights. The door creaks quietly, protesting against the wind, and the tent trembles. Taehyung swallows and his Adam's apple moves with the motion, cold lips parting around hollow words that drip like honey onto Jimin's skin.
"I love yㅡ"
"Don't," Jimin cuts in, looking up at the younger sternly. His heart skips a beat and then another; it no longer beats alongside Taehyung's, slowly picking up it's pace. "Don't say it," he whispers, pleads.
The words cut into him like a knife, and Taehyung presses his lips together thinly. He's quiet for a moment before he tries again, inching close. Closer.
"I love you," he whispers and he's so close that Jimin can count every single lash and freckle. "I love you."
The sound that leaves Jimin's lips borders on a whimper, his knees growing weak beneath his weight. He sways a little but Taehyung seems to catch him. He always catches him.
"I love you," Taehyung repeats again, whispering it like a prayer. Like maybe things will get better if he says it aloud often enough. "And I...I know you love me too."
"Oh, I do," Jimin whispers, pressing his face into the warmth of Taehyung's neck. "I do, I do."
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"Then let me love you right, Min," Taehyung whispers, fingers gentely pushing through the ends of his hairs.
