Kiss me like heaven

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Sorry it took me a while to finish this. The month has barely started and I got a lot of things going on.

I hope you enjoy the animation. The drabble is part of a random chapter of one of my stories. Speaking of it, I haven't forgot about Don't you wanna kiss me?, I just had a bit of trouble finding time these last few weeks. Sorry about it.

I'll use the weekend to pack September's merch and to write.

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(Taehyung's POV)

After dropping Jimin off at home, I run back to my house. It's almost two in the morning when I arrive, and I’m grateful for the inviting warmth that greets me as soon as I open the door. Everyone has left the party by now. I mean, almost everyone.

“Tae?” I hear my brother yell from the living room.

“Yeah?” I shout back, following his voice.

Namjoon is sitting on the floor, his head on his girlfriend's lap, while Jin, Jungkook and another boy from my brothers' class are sitting on the couch. There's an open, half-eaten pizza box on the coffee table and beer bottles on the floor. As far as I can see, our whole house is a mess. My parents are gonna be pissed.

"The neighbor across the street said she was going to call the police," Namjoon says with a cynical drunk smile. “We had to end the party.”

“But not quite,” Jin adds, raising the hand that is holding a beer. "Sit down, we're playing Scrabble."

I think it's some joke, because there's no Scrabble board on the table and they all laugh. I don't make a point of smiling or seeming the least bit friendly. I have no patience for my brothers’ foolishness or their friends, and the only thing I want is for the night to end once and for all. I don't look at Jungkook directly, but I feel his eyes on me and I hate how the sensation makes my skin burn.

“I’ll pass.”

I cross the living room to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of water, even though I've lost all thirst. I'm not sure if Jungkook will come after me like he did when he saw me climbing the treehouse, but I'd be lying if I said that the hope of being alone with him again, even for a few seconds, wasn't what brought me here. I know he has no idea that I saw him with that girl earlier, and that it bothered me, because everything that has happened between us in the last twenty-four hours is only in my imagination. All the chemistry I thought we had was entirely one-sided, and believing that is the only way to make me accept that maybe I wasn't born to be with someone.

Yoongi was right when he said I was born to die alone, but not because I'm too picky. I was born to die alone because it's easier when you don't have to place all your expectations on someone else.

I walk out of the kitchen after hearing the sound of doors closing and a car starting outside, and I allow myself to feel my heart sink for the last time in the night, because I know he's gone. The lights in the room are still on, but no one else is there. I pick up the beers from the rug and set them against the wall, knowing that some of the housekeeping will be left for me tomorrow. Or rather, in the next few hours.

“Need any help?” startled, I almost drop one of the bottles on the floor. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I have to stop doing that.”

Jungkook approaches and I see myself instinctively recoil.

“I thought you were gone,” I say, my voice anxious. “I just heard a car pull out, I thought it was you.”

“The curfew in my dorm is until 1 am. Your brothers let me stay over,” he's smiling, but I can't smile back because my brain is short-circuiting from seizures. “If it's all right, of course.”

“It's okay, yeah,” I say, but I don't think I'm sounding convincing, because his smile fades.

"Is everything alright?"

The way he asks makes me wonder if we’re still talking about him spending the night here. Even though autumn has dressed up as winter this year, I don't need the sun, or a water-colored sky, because I don't have eyes for anything other than him.

“Why wouldn't I be?” I ask in response and Jungkook shrugs.

“You look upset.”

“I'm just tired.”

“Why don’t you leave the cleaning for tomorrow?” he suggests, taking the bottle that was still in my hands and setting it down beside the others. “Sit with me for a minute.”

Jungkook sits on the rug, his back resting against the seat of the sofa, and I find myself with no other options when he touches my wrist and smiles again. I bend down and sit next to him, and I pretend not to care when he drapes his arm across the couch and his fingers land on my shoulder.

"Did you manage to find your friend?"

“He's passed out on my bed,” I say, trying for a smile. “He's had too much to drink.”

“I think I did too,” he says, and for the first time I hear the sleepiness in his voice. “I was looking for you. I even thought you might be in the tree house, but I couldn't find you there.”

I ignore the feeling these last words sow inside me, because I don't know what to do with them. Just like I don't know what to do with his face so close to mine.

“I think you were distracted by that girl,” I feel the rough taste in my voice as I speak, and his expression changes instantly.

“She's just someone I met today,” he says, and I wonder if that's what I am to him too. Just another person he met today. “I was a little drunk.

“Like now?” I smile, and he smiles back, but in that spontaneous way he did before.

“No… I'm feeling pretty sober right now.” Jungkook turns my hand over and traces an imaginary line with his index finger on my palm. “See? A straight line.”

He doesn't look away or let go of my hand. Instead, his fingers cross the spaces between it and suddenly we're holding hands on the living-room floor, his mouth so close to mine that I can't tell where his breath starts and mine ends. I close my eyes and feel the heat rise up my neck as his lips touch my own, so lightly it's like a dream. He cups my face with his other hand and the initial softness of that touch turns into the most real contact I've ever had in my entire life. I've never been as nervous as I am now, and I can't think of anything other than how much I enjoy the feeling. How much I like to feel those hands and that mouth on me.

I wonder if this is how the sky feels when it changes color, because right now, that kiss is heaven. And there's no other place in the world I'd rather be right now.