"Life is about give and take; you know this better than anyone; the deal is clear, either you take an in, or war it shall be.
"It's indeed give and take, so why do I feel like the only one who gives without receiving anything in return?"
"Because th...
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"How will we announce it?"
Taehyung wouldn't tell you, but he liked your question. He liked the irony. He liked the way it sounded this time. You'd asked him this question many times in the year and a half you'd been together. You asked him this kind of question every time you had an event to clarify the details of the image you wanted to represent. You had to convince a society, show off to reporters and satisfy parents. He answered you just before the event, but he didn't hold your hand until he saw the first camera flashes. But now he held your hand during the drive and only let go when he had to leave the car to open the door for you. Now he didn't have to tell you when to show him affection, and he didn't have to tell you when and where to touch him or where he'd touch you to avoid startling you in front of the crowd.
Now, every touch, every gesture, every word, and every action was genuine. It was spontaneous. Unplanned. He turned to look at you, and that's when he realized he was walking too fast. Your heels were high. A stiletto he'd given you this morning. You thought it was strange to receive a gift from him. There was no special occasion that called for presents. It wasn't your birthday, and, as far as you knew, there was no special holiday either. When you opened the beautifully wrapped box, your curiosity was no longer focused solely on why he wanted to buy you a present, but also on why he had chosen a pair of high heels as a gift. But when he bent down, took off your sneakers, and slid the shoes onto your feet, your curiosity was replaced by an amorous feeling reminiscent of spring and blossoming petals. The size was carefully chosen. It was a perfect fit. And you found a certain pleasure in knowing how much he noticed your details. That joy grew like tulips in March when he told you that a nice pair of shoes would take you to beautiful places and that he wanted to be with you everywhere you went.
He matched his stride to yours, crossed your arms with his to support you, and gave you a smile you hadn't seen often in the past but loved even before you loved him. "We'll just tell it like it is. What's there to think about? But if we're late, there will be explanations to provide. Seokjin is a time fanatic."
"I never thought you'd be afraid of him. At least your dynamic didn't suggest that."
"You don't know him well enough; that's why you say that. He's pretty scary when he's angry."
There were many things you had yet to learn about him. You explored many topics as you spent your first night in your new room. The mattress was comfortable, but it wasn't enough to lull you to sleep when you had too many questions to ask,and he had too many answers to give. You liked his voice. It was soothing. You would have loved to spend every night sleepless just to hear him talk about everything and nothing at all.
Now, you were no longer nescient about what his favorite color was. You didn't expect it to be green, which made you leave the comfort of his embrace you were in and sit up to look at him to see if he was joking. He wasn't. This realization confirmed to you that you didn't know him at all, despite the long period you spent together under the same roof. The information that shocked you the most was that he played the violin. You had picked up on his fondness for classical music early on in your marriage. Tchaikovsky was always played in his office. But you thought it was just his taste in music; you never thought he was passionate enough to take violin classes and play it. It just didn't make sense. He was rough enough to handle a gun; how could he be the stark contrast to what he was at night in the morning? It was beyond you.
