remember me | kth

cinq

; la tranquillité, tranquility
—

— TAEHYUNG FELL INTO routine quickly, so quickly that he almost stopped longing to remember what came before he met you as he was sure it could not have been as perfect as this.

Your apartment was small but it felt bigger since Taehyung started living with you. It was like your beings fit together like a perfect jigsaw, never once falling over one another and always somehow in sync. Everything felt fresh and new and enhanced somehow, the town a little more vibrant, the warmth of the bakery a little more inviting and your bed a little more comfortable while sharing it with someone else.

Life was simple and that was the beauty of it. Weekdays were mostly spent at the bakery, you in the kitchen and Taehyung serving customers out front, occasionally sharing looks in the form of a smile or the simple cock of an eyebrow in between hushed rendezvous carefully calculated to begin and end before your father came back from his break. Weekends were for laundry dates and reading books with your head in his lap, him pretending to read over your shoulder but losing his place half way through in favor of watching your face instead.

Evenings were for drinking chamomile tea in your bed, legs tangled in one another as you told stories of life before him - what you remembered of your mother, your childhood cat, the time you slipped at the harbor and broke your collar bone. Taehyung always felt a little guilty that he could only listen, unable to tell stories of his own because as hard as he tried he just could not remember.  You had tried to reassure him, reminding him that you knew this Taehyung so it didn't really matter who he used to be.

That night was like any other; your head on his chest as you recounted a childhood story in between giggles. His hand stroked your silky hair gently and he enjoyed the way your eyes fluttered shut when his fingers massaged your scalp. The sight of your cheek pressed to his bare chest was enough to send his heart into overdrive, three words lingering at the tip of his tongue but never quite confident to leave it. I love you. He was sure of it.

"Tae?" You mumbled, raising your head to look at him bemusedly. "Are you listening to me?"

"Mmmf - what?" He replied, scratching the nape of his neck as he sent you an apologetic look. "I was listening!"

"What was the last thing I said?" You kicked the covers away from your body, throwing a leg over his lap to hover over him playfully. "Prove it."

"You were saying..." He paused for a moment, staring into the distance as he tried to recall something to no avail. "Fine, I was distracted. Now just shut up and c'mere."

Before you could protest, his lips were on yours. He tasted like Jasmine and herbal tea and you just about melted into his touch, moaning slightly when his hands pressed you to him roughly at the back of your neck. Kissing you had become all too easy for Taehyung, never satisfied until his lips were moving against yours and immediately starved once they parted.

You were the one to pull away first, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth and watching the way his eyes glazed over at the sensation. "Distracted by what?"

"By you." Taehyung practically growled as he gripped your wrists, managing to flip you onto your back so he was above you, his knee pushing between your legs. "You make me forget everything."

"How so?" You nibble on your bottom lip as his hands push you firmly into the mattress. His eyes were boring into yours but his dark stare only excited you.