Love Song - Lana Del Rey

"You passed out because of how high you were?"

Taehyung snickers to the question, the memory serving as an even better moment to look back to as he exhales the smoke from his parted lips.

That was definitely a night.

"I was so high that I felt like my soul was being sucked by the universe," He chuckles drily, looking out to the city from the window of Minho's room, "Surprising how you're in a fraternity but never even got high before."

Minho lays lazily in the bed, plopped up by an elbow as he lets his gaze remain like a trance on Taehyung, who's sitting on the window sill as he holds onto a vape pen rather than a cigarette this time.

Looking something so close to an illusion by how perfect the moon lighting strikes his perfect features, every contour and highlight of his face.

He's just utterly beautiful.

"Are you trying to influence me Little Karma?"

Slowly Taehyung tries not to twitch a smirk, lazily moving his gaze from the window to the man who made his heart skips beats. He didn't say something instantly, only stands up while shutting the window with a single hand before slowly moving towards Minho, taking a deep intake of his vape before reaching down with fingers digging against Minho's cheeks.

Blowing the smoke to his lips.

Minho's eyes dilated, maybe trying not to cough to the sudden impact but failed miserably.

Amateur, tsk.

A small giggles comes out of Taehyung's lips, watching Minho recover himself while also sending him a pointed stare.

"Are you crazy?! I could've suffocated!"

Taehyung continues to giggle, even when Minho yanks him go the bed in his attempt to playfully fight him. There's no way Taehyung is in the mood for play fighting, so he lets Minho grip the crown of his hair and pins him down against the sheets.

"I didn't know I was a comedian."

Taehyung snorts but sinks in a breath when Minho grips his hair tighter, making him perk his eyebrows cockily, "Or maybe I just wanted you to touch me."

There's a moment where Minho's stare didn't shift, but his grin did widen as his hold on Taehyung's hair loosens to just brush a few strands away from his face.

It was quiet now, nothing but silence.

Taehyung's only focus is on Minho, his own hand rising up to caress his cheek; feeling his smooth skin run against his thumb as it sends direct flutters down Taehyung's stomach.

This is all Taehyung ever wanted, to share a connection like this with someone. To not even speak in order to feel this gentle harmony running between them. To feel like he's tied with someone, who never stops making him smile.

Who knows him so well to not get easily pissed off just by simple things because that's how much they trust each other.

Taehyung trusts him, a lot.

Clearly.

"You know how I said I got so high that I passed out," Taehyung whispers quietly, his thumb now dragging alongside Minho's jawline, "It was the day that I ripped the confession letter to your face in class."

Minho's grin slowly shifts, dropping lower and lower to now frown down at him. His eyes studies Taehyung's sincere gaze quietly, almost as though he's trying to figure out what to say.

And he finally did, "But.... Why?"

A shrug moves Taehyung's shoulders, glancing down to Minho's lips before back up to his genuine stare.

"To forget that I miss you," And Taehyung's thumb traces down to Minho's bottom lip, gently sliding to the side to feel the smooth skin, "Because I fucked up and wanted you to hate me that I ended up hating myself."

Minho's face softens, studying how the clear grudge behind Taehyung's eyes clouded his orbs from the distant memory. He really did hate himself for doing something that foul, just to prove something.

That he didn't feel anything.

Didn't need Minho.

How wrong he was.

Blinding himself for so long about it too.

Ridiculous.

"It was just a letter Taehyung," Minho whispers back, making Taehyung avert his gaze back to him, "I was never even going to give it to you in the first place. You did what you thought was right during that time, why am I going to hate you for it?"

While Taehyung has been here, he told Minho everything about his relationship. From the reason to why he started acting up to the connection with the letter, how he got that fading bruise below his cheek bone to why he's here tonight.

He told Minho everything, obviously not so much that'll be going into his private life, but enough for him to understand what was happening and the reason behind his actions.

It's true though, Minho was never going to give that letter to Taehyung and it was just a letter, but it was Minho's letter and that's why it hurts the most.

But it's gone, not like there's anything more to do about it now.

"You're right," Taehyung mumbles, tracing his thumb back to Minho's cheek to tenderly cradle it against his palm, "I felt like I was losing my sanity, that there wasn't going to be a way at all to come back from that."

Minho comfortably lays on him now, hands laying on his chest sigh chin plopped on top of it, "That must've been scary for you. Seeing yourself being chipped away but being so blinded to do anything about it."

Taehyung slowly nods, running his fingers now through Minho's chocolate brown hair, moving his eyes to the ceiling, "The worst part is letting it crumble away. I really thought I was gone, and adding onto the accident that happened I just felt like I was becoming cold," He whispers quietly, shifting his gaze to Minho, "Guess I care about your annoying ass to snap out of it."

In a playful shock, Minho's lips gapped and he slides up so he's facing Taehyung, "Yet you still have the audacity to insult me!"

Taehyung smiles brightly now, tracing his hands to wrap around Minho's neck, "Its been a while, just getting started."

Minho mocks his words with a scoff, "And you say I'm annoying."

Glitter sparkles Taehyung's eyes, staring down to his lips again with a nod, "Shhh, kiss me already."

Minho narrows his eyes, snarling his lips a little as he leans forward and suddenly licks Taehyung's lips, making the other shriek in horror while Minho bursts in a laugh so hard that he laid his head on Taehyung's chest.

"What was that noise!"

"You are so gross! That's nasty!"

"I can't," Minho screeches in his laughter, "You're so funny Taehyung I swear."

Yeah, guess he's a comedian.

Not like he minded, just as long as Minho continued to laugh like the way he is now, for a very long time.

That's all that Taehyung cared about.

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A/N:
I love this energy I'm bringing onto myself right now.

It's the ultimate singles energy.

It's marvelous.

Man this story feels like it's ending soon.

Or maybe it is.....

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I PURPLE YOU! <3333