Wake Up

Chapter 7 : Looking Back

Taehyung's P.O.V.

My fingers calmly laced through his beautiful raven locks, grabbing small pieces of his hair and dividing it into three parts. I began to create some sort of braid while humming to a song that was playing on some random radio.

It's calm and relaxing, being here with him and separated from everything that's happening outside. The traffic, the responsibility, school, and maybe even life, seems to blurred out when I'm with him.

Jeongguk's face is restful and pale, yet so innocent. He looks asleep, but at the same time... gone.

I finish the braid I was making, soon counting how many braids I had made. Six braids to be exact. I smile, mentally laughing at how his hair looks now. It's a mixture of curled and braided hair.

"You're so beautiful," I gently say to him. "So beautiful and adorable... do you remember when I used to make braids on your hair all the time during class? ...That was actually how we met, huh?"

I let out a chuckle and a sigh. "Miss Whatshername would get so mad at us. You'd blame me all the time, saying how it was my fault that I got you in trouble... but you would never stop me from braiding them in the first place. Your hair looked so weird with twenty braids in your hair, yet so cute. You'd pout and whine, yet smile afterwards... your eyes would sparkle.

"Remember that time when I tried to braid Yoongi's hair when he was asleep during p.e.? Oh boy, his face looked like a fucking demon, just waiting to drag you and your family into hell. It was hilarious... until we had to run five extra laps because we kept messing around. You got really mad at me. You slapped me so hard that it left a red mark for two hours. You yelled at my face, saying how I was a total idiot... You ignored me and never talked to me. But you would still care about me...

"It's... heartwarming when you still care about me, even after I commit the dumbest crimes in the entire world. No matter how mad you would get, you'd still be there for me. You'd still wait for me after school to walk me home even though those walks were always awkward. You'd write me the notes I missed in class or teach me the lessons I skipped. You always stayed behind for me...

"It was especially heartwarming when you told me the truth as to why you would stay with me through all your hardships... and it was because you liked me." I say and smile a gentle, loving smile.

"Remember our first kiss? I mean, how could we forget? It was so fucking awkward, yet so funny. My mom really had bad timing, like literally, when we were having our special moment she just walked in! It was so weird and embarrassing. I remember after that day, she would tell my dad every single dinner, 'Our child is gay!!!' and squeal so loud my ears would bleed."

I exhale quietly once more and gently caress his cheek with the back of my palm. "You were so shy when I kissed you... still are but you're now okay with me kissing you all day and all night, which is good. I don't think I can't go a day without kissing you... speaking of which."

I lean forward and place a deepening kiss on his forehead. I push my entire love and faith into that kiss, place my loyalty and hopes into it. His skin, so smooth and soft. My love for him, so strong and confident. I slowly pull away and admire his peaceful face once again.

"There's your daily kiss, my love." I say sweetly.

I suddenly hear a giggle behind me. I turn around and Jimin smiles at me. He runs his fingers through his hair as he walks towards me. He sits down on the chair beside me and wiggles his brows.

"I bet you can't wait to give more than just a 'daily kiss' when he wakes up," he whispers loudly and smirks.

I feel my face instantly heat up and push him. He nearly falls off his chair. He quickly sits back up straight and playfully slaps me.