each breath she took was heady
with stardust, with bated hopes,
with the whisper of serenity
and she trembled under the glow of the moon
for she was but
an apparition of floating lace
fading fading into silver
But yes u got a point.. i rly can’t draw afro’s..and I rly try to make pogress on that. Before my helpless animation literally practice thomas like 10 fucking times and in the end i had the feeling i never fucked up so bad before XD. I just hope that it gets better.. Till than pls bear with my wavy-wrong haired Thomas.. or ignore me Idk XD
Wait wait, ok so jikook first kiss check, but now i need more info abt that vmin first kiss for very scientific reasons
“you’re leaving?” jimin mumbles sleepily. taehyung pauses at the door; turns around to see jimin stumbling up to him, scrubbing at his eyes with his fists and yawning into his sleeves.
“yeah. filming, remember?” taehyung says gently. just-woken-up jimin is delicate in his half-conscious state, eyes bleary and squinting without his glasses and taehyung is so gut-wrenchingly fond.
jimin frowns at the reminder, deep and pouting. taehyung reaches out, unable to resist pinching at his cheek with his thumb and forefinger. jimin swats his hand away, but his next, “go safely,” is said so softly that it makes taehyung’s heart lurch a little. sometimes, he wishes he had an even smaller version of jimin to carry around in his pocket to bring around everywhere. then they’d never have to miss each other.
“i will. i’ll be back soon. go back to sleep.”
jimin hums but makes no move to go. taehyung finds himself rooted to the spot, unable to go forwards or backwards. and when jimin leans up to give him his perfunctory peck on the cheek - for good luck! jimin would always insist - taehyung finds himself turning his head just in time to meet his lips with his own.
it’s brief - so chaste that taehyung doesn’t have the time to even shut his eyes. maybe that’s a good thing, because jimin is staring at him, shocked into wide-awakeness, his fingers pressed to his lips.
“i…” taehyung swallows, wondering if he’d just gone and ruined everything. he’d been planning a confession for months now, always second-guessing it last minute. his plans had never included something like this. “my bad. i didn’t know you were going to do that,” he says, and the excuse sounds pathetic even to his own ears.
then he waits, in long painful silence, for jimin to inevitably snap at him to just go already. for jimin to land a few weak hits before ushering him out the door and pretending that nothing had happened. he expects a lot of things, but none of them come. instead, jimin yanks him down by his shirt collar until their mouths collide.
and this time, it lasts. it’s molten, sweet, and taehyung doesn’t fight it now that he knows jimin wants it too.
he cups jimin’s face in his palms, marvelling at how easy it is to twine their tongues together, to angle his head just right. they’ve always been easy. it’s always been them. in hindsight, it had taken them far too long to get here. it feels a little like coming home in the best possible way.
jimin is pulling him closer - as close as physically possible until taehyung isn’t sure where he ends and jimin begins - until he doesn’t know which breaths he’d taken for himself. all he knows is jimin’s lips against his, plush, soft, not at all unfamiliar but still so new, and taehyung’s heart could probably burst with love.
then, before he knows it, his hands trail down, skimming jimin’s back to palm his ass.
jimin yelps, breaking away with reddened cheeks. “tae!” he exclaims.
taehyung chases his lips with a sound of frustration. “come on, one more. one more for good luck - ”
jimin sighs but obliges, wrapping his arms around taehyung’s neck and dragging him down so he doesn’t have to lean up as far. this time, it burns a little hotter when their mouths touch - and taehyung’s hands get a little antsier. a little more curious. this time, jimin doesn’t complain.
jimin leans back again, turning his head away from taehyung’s eager kiss with a laugh caught somewhere between their chests. he rests his forehead on taehyung’s shoulder. “you’re going to be late.”
“one more?” taehyung bargains.
“half. a brief one,” taehyung wheedles, squeezing jimin’s ass for added effect.
“… half,” jimin says sternly, his glare half-hearted at best. taehyung, who’s dealt with jimin’s worst and come back out alive, is unfazed. he dives in eagerly.
and contradictory to his tone, jimin’s enthusiasm is an even match.
I’ve never liked the rain.
It reminded me too much of how I longed for the umbrella in your palm to be propped up above me waiting to receive the rain in my place.
It reminded me of how my days near your presence can become gloomy simply by the change of weather
All in all, it reminded me of my hopeless thoughts about you.
Ending my despondent entry in my journal, I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, sighing at my silliness.
A new day, and still the usual, mundane longing to receive such kindness from you.
The bus finally reaches my stop, and I begin to exit when I feel drops of rain follow along with me, before I feel a shadow casted upon me.
I look up, returning the small smile from the meek boy; and suddenly, I don’t hate the rain as much.
Thank you @choco-seventeen for tagging me in the mood board tag💕 !! I kind of got rly emo w into it and decided to write a rly short high-key awfully written story along with it so I hope you guys like it :’) ((and if the picture appears to be blurry, tapping on it will show a better res version idk why but oh well))