the taste of you
Its difficult to survive on your own when his love is all you need in your bloodstream. Trust me, the world will taste completely different on your tongue without him.
➤ pairing: taehyung | reader
➤ words: 2k
➤ genre: fluff, angst
➤ summary: taehyung is everything you consume, touch and see. now, without him, you can’t differentiate what is real and what is not.
➤ a/n: was drinking some toffenut latte and i thought of taehyung
Taehyung is like warm hot chocolate at night, a mixture of cinnamon and toasted marshmallows with a hint of love. He leaves a tangible taste of spice and sweet, a concoction that spreads in your bloodstream like wildfire, like a never ending surge of affection and bliss that you have gotten so used to it since the day he said hello. At night, when the stars flickered against the midnight blue, you would find comfort in his embrace, grateful for the way his arms fit around your figure as the ambience transcends into peace and tranquility as he whispered arbitrary declarations of love that tickled your ears like bedtime lullabies.
While the city of Seoul basked in the chilly air on a mundane Thursday night in the middle of January, where people roamed the streets in thick scarves and cars blare horns and orange streetlamps give colour to the city, you and Taehyung would lounge on the maroon couch of the apartment that oversees the beautiful snow city. Head in the clouds and heart set on blazing fire, there was nothing more than the splendid thought of being in your lover’s arms as you acquire the queer habit of admiring the outside on winter nights.