"Why red?"
"There's no impavid philosophy behind it, I just.. Like it." He said rubbing the bare back of the boy who was completely laying on top of him.
The hay from under him impinged his skin here and there yet nothing grave enough to consider changing their intimate coddle position.
"Ofcourse there is a reason. There is one behind everything you say."
He stealthily extended the rubbig hand to lug southwards crossing the trough of the boy's lower back to the crest of his hip, gripping the velvety flesh in all it's glory.
The feeble punch on his chest had somehow paved it's groundwork to being one of the favorite gestures. So much so, he often found himself playing to instigate that reaction.
"Don't. I'm spent." the boy mumbeled looking up at him balancing his chin on his chest after a few chasté kisses on it.
"You turn a new shade of red everytime I say anything, no matter how insignificant. That is why I have grown so fond of it." Taehyung giggled at the sugary remark and lands another kiss on his chest. Once. Then twice. Then thrice.
"What is your favorite color, petal?"
"White."
"White? Um that's...noteworthy. Any reason specific?"
"Because, believe it or not, the beginning and end of everything is white."
Jungkook arched his brows for him to continue knowing beforehand he is in for his mind to be blown away by some motif or observation that an ordinary like him shall never conjecture. Only Taehyung.
"Think of it. When you are born, they wrap you in white. Everyday you infer the sun that shines on you is a bright yellow yet when you look it in the eye, it's white. The canvas you begin with is white. White is peace, white is friendship, white is purity."
The chirp in his voice depicted how this was a theory he was thrilled to talk about so much that if he were standing at this moment and not thrown bare over the thief, he would be bouncing up and down. The satisfied sigh from him only confirmed Jungkook's hypothesis.
"I wish to be white."
" 'be' white?"
"Mhm. No matter what color you decide to annex into it, it takes the color up. However, not like water. It becomes the color, yet adds it's own magic to it. There is always it's... Whiteness in it."
"Concluding from that, you already are white. A Prince born with a golden spoon but here he lays on a dirty heep of pointy dry grass, forswearing the luxury-- for love. Yet you still remain Taehyung. My Taehyung. So white."
Taehyung snickers at the older's success at delivering an unnecessary compliment in every sentence "I love you so much, my silly thief."
*******
5:05 am- the clock informed.
Everyday the past nine days, at this time Taehyung would be lazily smiling with morning still sticking in his waterline, showered with tender kisses all over his body, tingles in it's wake dissolving in the unyielding arms that had started to feel like a second skin.
Not today.
Today he stands by the window of his abhorred chamber, reminiscing his last interaction with the pane, now feeling a similar disquietude, similar anxiety, but a very dissimilar dread.
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The Theft (taekook)
FanfictionJeon Jungkook, the most sly thief of the town, isn't conscious about his ugly half burnt face anymore just accepting that nobody would look beyond it to stay in his life and love him. He plans for the biggest theft of his life. That being one of th...
