IF TAEHYUNG HAD THOUGHT it was heaven when they had met, he was universes away now. He was elated. He was suddenly breathing in adoration and matching it with his love towards her. God, if this is what love felt like, he had no idea how he had managed to live so long without it. Suddenly, she was everything to him.
She had found him at his worst stage. Taehyung, who had been turning to alcohol and partying for his sadness, found solace through her. She never made him feel worthless. The tens of cameras that were flashing in front of his face had always unnerved him, but now all it took was thoughts about her that made him break out into a smile.
He managed to fool the whole world for a while. But now, he was what he had said in countless interviews. Happy. He was happy and fuck, he didn't want it to end.
He knew that she preferred winter over summer, cold over heat. Her three favorite things in the world were rain, lemonade and music. Especially his music. She had always said that he had the most beautiful voice she had ever heard. Obviously, he had heard it before a million times but from her, the words seemed different. He knew that she preferred staying home curled under a blanket, limbs tied together instead of outside, vulnerable to everyone they crossed. He knew that her face would sometimes crumble up when she slept. He knew that she had once spontaneously dyed her hair a electric blue as a rebellious act. Her favorite holiday was Christmas and he knew that she absolutely adored him with every fiber of her being.
He wanted to know more. He wanted to know everything. And he wanted to unfold, finally.
The parts of me the eyes can't see,
I'm vulnerable to you,
consume me.
He was no longer a person with doubts. He was soaring now, touching the skies and beyond. He was love and happiness and everything good in the world.
My love,
Watch me unfold.
