Masks {Kim Namjoon}

Nine

Spreading her arms wider, her shoulder shaking with laughter. She knew this laughter was permanent. Her laughter was always real, but it was only temporary. She embraced him tighter and also felt the silent vibrations of his laughter as they rode the bike along the empty city streets.
Indeed it was the early hours of the morning. Where the roads were empty and the world was just awakening. But not for them.
Their world had already awakened the day they met each other.

They spent the whole of that summers day staring up at the clouds watching the shapes reform into different shapes every few minutes. The petals of the cheery blossom tree they lay under flew in their faces until they were rolling from side to side in it as if it were money. Stains of ice cream dribbling from their cheeks as they grinned up at each other like children.

All in all it was perfect.

And she couldn't have thought of a better person than him.