princess peach

🍑 peaches 🍑

☠fluff warning☠

*Taehyung's POV*

I watched her turn and wave to us from the car.

She thanked Namjoon for the ride back to her dorm and gave her goodbye's to us.

She was surreal.

The way her eyes captivated you, and her lips pulled you in, begging for you just to speak to her. Her voice could make flowers grow, I was sure of it.

When I saw her dancing, the immense power that was radiating out of her was just,

breathtaking.

I'll admit, this wasn't my first time ever seeing Momo, but I knew I didn't want it to be my last.

I vaguely remember watching her debut music video, but I couldn't forget her, she left such a lasting impression that I even went back and watched her on Sixteen. I learned about her a bit more and my respect and admiration for her only grew.

My first in person encounter with Momo was during music banks and award shows, only catching small glances of her, but that only made me even more curious.

Nevertheless, everyone knew events like those were always rushed and temporary.

We could never find the right time, we would always miss each other. I was always just one bow away from saying hello.

Momo and her group just always seemed to be stuck in the spotlight of the media.

But today . . . oh, no, today . . . She was in a whole other light.

Her movements were effortless but high-powered. She was free of the chains of the public eye.

As Hoseok and I watched her from the doorway, my eyes were fixated on her, everything she did was graceful and powerful.

When the song ended, we were about to make ourselves known, but that was when I saw her legs start trembling.

I could sense something was wrong, and before I could register my own movements, I was already rushing to her side. I held on to her tight, afraid she had passed out.

I turned her around in my arms, and that's exactly where, when, and how I knew, everything would change.

It was one of those movie movements where a boy meets a girl and he ignores everything anyone has ever told him about falling for someone. He makes that one fatal mistake that becomes a catalyst for their love story.

Mine went like this:

She knocked me out with her eyes. Her beautiful, helpless eyes tore me apart.

Next were her lips. So full and pouty, they were trembling, along with her legs.

Her voice was the final blow. Her voice was simply the most precious thing on this planet.

When our eyes met, I knew I wanted to drown in them.

And ever since that moment, Momo has refused to leave my mind.

The moment has been replaying ever since.

We drove away from her dorm.

The only thing that kept the awkward silence at bay was Jin and Namjoon's conversation about something special our manager had planned for us next week.

"Well . . . that was . . . new . . . " Yoongi was the first person to speak up.

My chuckle was enough of a response.