Rain, Rain

Mist

Rain, rain, slowing down. You just don't want to see me frown.

Most of our movie marathon consisted of us talking, to be completely honest. We huddled under the same fluffy blanket and laughed throughout all of the three movies, pizza delivered when it hit one in the afternoon. I had never done this, just spending a day with somebody for the sake of it. Then, when we got onto the topic of his music, I got to hear him sing. His voice was something everybody would want to sing them to sleep. So soft, so beautiful. I couldn't put it into words when he switched songs to a more intense one. His soft and sweet voice turned into a growl, and I was visibly intrigued. After that, Taehyung tried his hand in rapping, with my nonexistent beatbox skills as the backdrop. We burst into laughter as the final movie in the trilogy was nearing it's end, tears at the corners of my eyes from the intensity of the laughter.
"My Taehyungie made me cry!" I joked, grinning widely and glancing over to the brunette. He reached a hand over to me and wiped away the small water droplet at the corner of my eye, a small smile spread across his lips, now. It was different from the ones I had seen before. No teeth were shown, and his eyes were warm, his expression completely soft. I could feel it engulfing me completely. In that moment, my hand crept up to his on my face, and my eyes locked on his.
It was a meet-you-halfway situation. That must mean that both of us felt it in that moment. What started as a small peck on the lips drew out to small bites on his lower lip, and tiny giggles in between from the both of us, smiles etched only at the corners of our lips. Something sparked in the both of us that made it so that whenever we drew back for a breath, telling ourselves to stop, we would go right back in for another kiss. That spark made it impossible to stay silent around Taehyung, to not hold his hand, and to not ride the bus with him every day. I shared my stories with him, spoke with Mrs. Woo, Mr. Choi, Amy Smith, and Mr. Park about Taehyung, even when Taehyung was right next to me. And he returned that favor to Mrs. Jeon and Ms. Kim, telling these ladies about me.
"Is Jungkook doing well? I doubt he got better looking than me, he's a baby. Yeah. Mom taught me not to be insecure about my looks. Right, mom?" Laughs were exchanged throughout that bus from then on. Apparently, without being formally introduced, Ms. Kim had already given me her approval. It must be a really small world. Part of me used to hate that bus. The other part of me finds it to be a second home.
When the daytime at college is done, nighttime is spent with movie marathons, pizza, boba, and Kim Taehyung. More often than not, it'll end with my hands on the back of his neck, and his hands around my waist. Taehyung found it much comfier to kiss me like that, with me sitting on his lap. It was just the perfect boost so that nobody has to adjust to reach each another pair of lips. I find myself more and more attracted to him every day. The way he babbles when he's nervous, or only wears his glasses around me. I've heard him say heard him say how much he loves me, too. Kim Taehyung is a magnet. That's all you need to know about the boy I love.

Rain, rain, come again. I guess you are now my friend.