Haitus | Taekook

~* Thirteen - Pinkies *~

Jungkook's POV (a few weeks later)

It was my idea to walk by the beach. Tae and I both wanted to get out of the house, so we decided a walk on the beach would be nice.

He was the one who locked our pinkies.

I started swaying our hands back and forth as we walked, small fits of giggles escaping from Tae's lips. I smiled at the man I had so easily fallen for all those years ago.

The sand was warm against the bottoms of my bare feet. I didn't mind though. I got to walk, pinkies interlocked, with Kim Taehyung.

We sat down on the sand after walking a fair bit away from the house, not caring that we'd most certainly have to wash the sand from our clothes later. I looked at Tae.

He was smiling at the sunset, and I couldn't decide which was prettier.

I take it back, Tae was definitely prettier.

I smiled, the familiar rising pain in my chest returning. It stabbed at my heart and longed for love. At this point, there was no point in trying to suppress or get rid of it. So, I made a decision.

"Tae?" I asked, my heart beating faster than it ever had before.

"Yeah?"