"mirasol, munhae, manyoung, amd micha are all coming for christmas, and they're bringing their kids!" i shout, gleeful,

taehyung grins his unchanged boxy smile, and sweeps me up, wrapping me up in a hug,

mumbling in my ear, "i think it's because they're afraid we'll die soon."

sniggering, i reply, "and micha wants the shop, so she's going to be extra sappy."

taehyung shakes his head, mock serious, "if they make me write out a will at gunpoint-"

"-i've already got the bulletproof vest."

taehyung kisses me, "we raised pranksters, didn't we?"

"only the best."

the fairy lights soften the atmosphere into a gentle vanilla twist,

like a long forgotten lover,

a fresh flower covered in dust.

we sway, locked, interwoven lovers,

wilting with grace.