hands. skimming across skin like rocks skipping on the surface of water. his hands were soft, his long fingers ready to touch. i've always had a fascination with hands, his specifically. the way they move, the way his hands feel when they're tightly clasped with mine; i daydream about it. you can do so much with this pair of limbs. it's a shame people take them for granted. ever since i first held his, i've tried not to. when i hold his hand, it is almost as if it is anchoring me to the earth, a perfect picture of him himself, giving me a smile and telling me, "don't let go!" mine? well, my hands are scarred from my abuse of punching things that shouldn't be punched, and callused from the ivory keys of my piano. but when they're intertwined with his, i see the world how it truly is: beautiful. i hope he stays around. he is my window, my entrance into the world i want to live in, the person i want to be. the person i will be, with him.
an; wrote this in my notebook a while ago, on a saturday spent daydreaming. kim taehyung was in my mind, after all.
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