snowflakes and blizzards

hold me tight.

H O L D  M E  T I G H T.

잡아줘

note;
☼ this piece is a one chapter fanfiction and this may be turned into a book of its own when i have finished my senior year.

☼ this fanfiction is boyxboy.

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the sky looked heavenly, soft rose pink streaks drawn across the light blue canvas in a manner that seemed effortless, yet possessing an unexplainable intricacy. that was how taehyung saw jungkook, an embodiment of love and exquisiteness that words could not begin to describe. they had met under the largest maple tree at the park two autumns ago, where the leaves pirouetted down in an invisible spiral of breeze, as if the earth had called for them. taehyung remembered sitting on the bench beside the maple tree, studying the leaves as they fell gracefully, alike to poetry in motion. he could see two sparrows perched on a branch, beaks opening and closing as if they were warbling a little tune, but to taehyung, it was nothing but silence. the world was a soundless film to him, filled with a myriad of colors and images, blanketed with quietude. this was partly the reason why he took such interest in observing his surroundings, willing himself to revel in beauty he could actually experience.

moments later, he felt the warmth of someone's hand on his shoulder, and that slight tapping on his shoulder sent a little shock coursing through his veins, and this instantly tore his attention away from the falling leaves and the sparrows that appeared to be singing. taehyung was faced with a boy with round metal-rimmed glasses and bunny teeth plastered with a soft, genuine smile that made him all the more cuter. "may i sit here, if you don't mind?" he asked, and taehyung felt blood rushing to his face when he realised that the boy before him had probably tried to talk to him earlier. with a small, shy smile forming at his lips, taehyung motioned that he was deaf, wishing the boy now understood that he had not been ignored. the boy's eyes widened for a second, mouthing an 'o', before he quickly opened the notebook that was in his grasp and scribbled a messy, i'm sorry. . i asked if you mind if i sat here, before looking back up at t. quick to respond to the boy with a shake of his head and motioning an 'i'm okay', taehyung felt his heart leap at the sight of the boy before him.

a wide smile broke out on the dark brown haired boy's face before he wrote in his notebook again- thank you :) i needed inspiration to write a poem and this spot seemed perfect. do you come here often? i've never seen you here before- and then handing taehyung the notebook to write down his reply, poetry? i like poetry :) i just moved to the neighbourhood with my older sister. as taehyung let out a soft laugh at the boy trying to read his messy scrawl, the boy instantly looked up at the sound of the brunette haired boy's laughter as if it was a divinity that the universe had offered him.

he then wrote, oh, we should be friends then. my name's jungkook. what's yours?, before adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose, scrunching his nose in the process. we should. i'm taehyung! the reply read. the two boys that had met under the largest maple tree knew not that one day, they'd mean so much to each other. they hadn't the slightest idea that one day, their souls would be intertwined in a bond so strong that anything else seemed to pale in comparison. the two boys did not know that within them were each other's very existence- for they loved each other in the purest and most innocent way.

everything seemed okay for them. but just how long could one's darkest thoughts and greatest fears be buried? how long could a facade act against one's vulnerable and broken side? as taehyung stared up at the sky that looked so heavenly, he could not hold back the tears that stung his eyelids, and his silent tears soon turned to broken sobs, his heart felt as if it was being ripped out of its place. he hated it. not being able to hear had never hurt him so much before. he absolutely despised how he could never hear the voice of the boy he loved most. he had learned to live, not knowing how his own voice sounded, and the voices of everyone else around him. but for the boy with brown hair and a smile that made the skin around his eyes crinkle and the corners of his mouth lift in the most wonderful way, everything else felt like a tiny speck of dust to this magnitude of affliction that slowly drowned him; for months, his insecurities had continuously pricked at his heart, tugging at his heartstrings during the hours that he should have spent sleeping.