When he stared into her eyes, the stars and moon seemed to blink back at him.
When he ran a hand through her hair, the world seemed to quiet around them.
When he placed a hand on the small of her back, fingers fanning out onto the soft skin, an inferno roared in his chest.
When he kissed her, she pushed him away.
When he told her he was in love with her, she cried.
When she walked away, he couldn't tear his eyes off her.
He was slowly killing himself, and he didn't want to try to stop it.
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"Look," he murmured one humid LA night. His slender finger was pointed to the large expanse of pitch black night sky, and slowly, stars painted their way across the emptiness.
"Look at the stars, look how they shine for you," she murmured into the sky, the soft breeze seeming to carry her words away.
As they lay on the small blanket- just enough room for two bodies, limbs hopelessly tangled, fingers sticky with remnants of the Popsicles they had shared earlier- he belatedly realized that nothing would ever compare to these moments.
None of the girls he dated for fun, none of the hearts he broke. None could compare to how she made him feel.
Touches lighter than feathers, clammy hands laced together, effortless smiles illuminated only by the moonlight.
Sneaking out at four am with some bottles of beer stolen from his dad's cabinet, buzzed laughter echoing through the silent night.
When he thought of her, he thought of freedom, and carelessness, and frailty.
Their relationship was held up by a single thread, one wrong step making it snap and everything fall to the ground.
Taehyung never wanted to cross that line.
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When she thought of him, she thought of sunshine, of long days at the beach, of warmth and light.
Waking up in the morning in his room and not knowing how she got there- the only remnants of the night before being a pounding headache, and a strong urge to suppress every beam of light peeking through the fluttering curtains.
Large, warm hands engulfing her smaller ones; swinging them contentedly as they walked to the 24- hour mart.
Always keeping two boxes of Häagen-Dazs Popsicles in her freezer, knowing they were his favorite.
No matter how many girls he dated, no matter how much she hated it, he was still her best friend, her one and only.
When she thought of Kim Taehyung, she thought of the sun- so beautiful, and bright, and out of reach.
One wrong word, one wrong sentence could change everything they had.
Even if it wasn't everything she wanted, she was content with what they were.
Anything is better than nothing.
At least that's what she kept on telling herself.
