not what you think

xxvi: n-3 [2]

Taehyung has always perceived elation in a singular form, the cause of his euphoria being painting.

The essence of the brush under his thumb, index and middle finger. The canisters brimming with hues, primed to be stroked into sporadic yet emancipated morphs of lines on paper. The successive to and fro of pigmented ink, undaunted until it forges a beauteous creation.

Taehyung would, and will never substitute its magnificence and amusement in his life, his safe haven, his one true calling ever since forever.

Yet again, he can't substitute the essence of the woman he has been with for nearly eight months of his life.

Before her, he was aware of the love and adoration forged from passion, which glided him to his now.

Several wins, and a one way trip to acquire a formal recognition for his creations with a sure internship.

He perceived it as more than enough, and rowed through the tide called life.

Ever since viewing her for the first time, he perceived it to be needed to adore someone to glide through the ebbs and tides of the sea named life.

Albeit he discovered it in a woman whose hometown entails on another side of the globe, he wouldn't cherish, wish for it any other way.

He encases her in his arms every night, legs and tresses tousled in disharmony yet harmoniously, his eyes condensing in the etherealness that is her, her eyes fluttered shut in enervation, discovering refuge, warmth and adoration in his mode of viewing her, grasping her waist, gliding his fingers through her tresses.

A shrouded culpability swirls in her insides, yet she rams it away whilst entwining more into Taehyung's embrace.

"Are you asleep?"

Taehyung's profound voice causes Faye to grasp him even more in his middle, left leg entangling with his.

"No, just tired," Faye murmurs into Taehyung's nape, her amaryllis scent permeating into his senses.

"Did you dance too much? Because usually you don't seem this tired."

"It's just that we're learning hip hop well, and it's actually not my forte, so."

"To be honest, you fit more into ballet and tango. I love it when you attempt those two forms," Taehyung says, gliding his fingers through her tresses.

"You like it when I do it with you," Faye grins, propping her head to view the male.

"Well, true, given I am your counterpart and I deserve a fairytale dance with you," Taehyung replies.

"That you do," Faye says nonchalantly.

"Hey, I enjoy drawing when I draw with you," Taehyung murmurs.

"I believe you, sweetheart, don't worry," Faye grasps upon Taehyung's free hand and squeezes in apprehension.

Taehyung grins in return, stowing a token of adoration on her temple.

Faye stows a tender adoration on his lips, weighing as heavy as a feather, being reciprocated.

Taehyung sighs as she entwines yet again in his embrace.

The couple strands their time in reticence, the afternoon sun in its apex, gliding through the window in Taehyung's cubicle, glistering the lavender hued carpet at the rear of his bed. The curtains glide to and fro from the summer zephyr, albeit not torrential enough to be designated as one. Taehyung's recently brought dog, having plucked from the streets with no abode to bark his own, Yeontan lay splayed on the carpet, eyes enclosed in leniency, afternoon nap bidding well for the pup.