𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘯

35

I snuck out of the bedroom, tiptoeing down the hallway as not to disturb the others which I assumed to be sleeping. I grazed my hands against the walls for guidance, trying to be as incognito as possible. As I made it to the entryway to the living room, soft beams of silver light shone throughout, making things visible. I followed the trail of light to the sliding glass door which adjoined the living room to the balcony, and quietly slipped out.

I closed the door behind me gently, making sure it was secure before sitting down in one of the aalto chairs, allowing the soft curves to support my weight. I peered up at the noir sky, smiling as its beautiful adornments seemed to hang longingly before me.

"It's been a while since I've counted you," I whispered, observing how the stars all shone differently amidst the sky. I held a finger out, counting out the brightest and largest I could. As I hit a reasonably large number, I dropped my hand back into my lap, further closing my eyes and making a wish.

I hung my head back and counted as many as I could, making trivial wishes simply for good luck. All my small superstitions I hoped away, and with a short bout of time, I found myself staring out at the city lights instead of the stars.

"I never suppose how you feel, sky," I whispered once again, smiling to myself as I thought, "You're awfully quiet, and despite being anchored, somehow you always are moving..." I tilted my head up, watching the stars twinkle. I sighed, sinking further into the chair and pulling my arms into the shirt I was wearing to keep warm. "I want to know how you maintain such beauty. No matter how I look at you, I'm amazed. Share your secrets?" I chuckled, curling in on myself to conserve more heat.

My questions hung in the brisk dusk air where I sat, yet it didn't bother me. The plumes of my crystalline breath became my company where I resided, and regardless of the chill to the air, I had no intentions of going back inside.

The brisk air became a blanket over my chill pricked skin as I feel asleep, vulnerable to the elements. I hadn't considered how the others would worry if they couldn't find me the next morning. All that mattered in the moment was that everything was finally going its course again, and I had certainties now instead of questions.

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In a haze, Namjoon flung his arm about the bed frantically, trying to find his lover. After a long sought out battle, he flung himself upright, rubbing his eyes and scanning the room for the brunet. Once he realized he wasn't in the room, and he didn't hear movement in the other rooms of the house, he panicked a bit.

Jumping out of bed, he slipped on a pair of sweatpants and swung their bedroom door open, searching for the younger. He scoured all the rooms of the house, and when Taehyung wasn't in any of them, he felt his heart drop.

"B-But wait- wait Namjoon think," Placing his hands to the kitchen counter, he racked his brain for anything in Taehyung's schedule he'd possibly forgotten about. "There's nothing. Today we were supposed to be together, then tomorrow began the new schedule and such," The boy organized his thoughts, before shaking his head and looking up from where he stood.

The outdoor patio, he thought, I bet he was counting stars last night-

He strode over to the glass door quickly, cupping his hands around his cheeks as he pressed his nose to the glass. He peered out, and upon seeing the brunet curled up, skin pinched a soft pink by the chill of the air, he sighed in relief. He stepped outside and picked the boy up, embracing him tightly. The cool feel of his skin made him recoil slightly, but as he realized his baby was simply cold, he held him closer.

After walking back inside and firmly closing the sliding door, he set Taehyung down onto the sofa, swaddling him with the blanket that lied on the back of it. He sat down beside the sleeping boy, observing him. He couldn't wrap his mind around how he managed to fall asleep outside in the chilled, autumn air.

"Kim Taehyung," He sighed softly, rubbing the boy's arm affectionately, "You make me feel alive, and not always in the best of ways-" He chuckled, before leaning down and planting soft kisses about the brunet's rosy cheeks and lips. "When you wake up, I want to know all about your thoughts," He whispered dotingly, cooing at the sight of his fiance's lips forming into a small pout.

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