Daisies II taekook

Chap 7

It's 2:10 am right now, and suddenly I got this urge to write:)

                                                                                                                                 ~❄~

"Everything reminds me of you,
from tangerine pulp to hardly clashing rain,
where are those eyes which make me woo
for your warmth that douse my pain"

His mind roared along with the thundering sky outside, thoughts grappling meshing with clashing raindrops over the window glass.
Sour eyes too heavy to be precise, Ears harked as a thunderstruck in the sky and also in his heart, His soul clouding with qualms striving for hope, Positiveness sinking like a stone in a pond of unsettled worries.

Those two gloomy eyes looked out of the window abridging nature without a pen, it's all written in there, in his mind.
Grey obsidian sky mourning while ripping itself, shedding tears of hurt which are now sinking deep into beds of land, Wind harshly driving past the houses and streets.
Thunders, a sign of immense pain made by nature branching a bright light into a clashing strike, Indeed nature's tool to distress.
His tools for distress are weirdly the same he yawps, screams and cries aloud heartfully but silently in his brain.

Closing his wet eyes, hearing to pitter-patter sound composed of rain beads hitting the glass, petrichor's smell nuzzling his noze.
Assessing the peace given by the chaos, a tear slipped out of his closed monolid eye.
Why??

The writer is pining for younger, his dearth of presence greeting him every morning, his doe caramel eyes are nowhere to stare for hours.
He hadn't heard about Younger in the past week.

Staring into nothing his eyes tugged him into deep slumber.
His soul resting for now to experience another subfusc day.

                                                                                             ~❄~

The sound of the doorbell buzzing twice was echoed into the living room, which made Taehyung hide his typewriter and papers, walking towards the entrance his heart thumping in curiosity to see the lad who made his mornings sunless and nights moonless, hoping it was him, he opened the door while fixing his reading glass.

"DIngg dOnggg, What's up sexy jazz player?"
There he is, fully stuffed in warm clothes flapping his hands like a penguin, smiling like a crazy cutie pie.
 
Taehyung couldn't handle the weight on his shoulder's anymore, so without hampering he clasped younger in his arms.

Butterflies, butterflies and more butterflies spawned in Jungkook's stomach, his ruddy cheeks stuffed in the elder's covered chest, hands clutching one to the fabric of his sweatpants, heart pacing to escape his tight chest, clear teary eyes widened. He wondered how taehyung knew that he was craving this.

Taehyung felt like he was home, his home is jungkook, he deciphered last night that he was hardly falling for a strong gravity known as jungkook.

"where were you for the past week?" whispered taehyung pulling out from the hug with great aversion

"huh, I umm went to Seoul"

A rough long hand reaching for his nervous sweaty hand, sweatpant fabric replaced with elder's hold, he looked up into those orbs of longing.

The hold speaking unsung words of assurance, The hold emanating his soul with warmth and solicitude, A hold that was destined to be held.

"Let's go inside."
Gently squeezing his hand taehyung guided Younger inside, making him sit on the couch.
Still holding his hand...