Along the Morning Sun
“I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you” + “You’re the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head”
Based on: Along the Boardwalk
Pairing: Taehyung | Reader
Word Count: 1,838
Author’s Note: Because I suddenly remembered that I had planned out a bunch of drabbles/one-shots for you guys for a variety of my stories, and the semester is already starting to go down and I don’t know when I’ll be able to finish my next full-length story for you guys. But for now, enjoy some more soft fluffy Taehyung.
It doesn’t take you too long to figure out that Taehyung, at his very core, underneath all those galaxies of naivety, thoughtful and caring nature, is a romantic.
When you first made that discovery, you laughed about it for days—all done without contempt, of course—because you found it so odd that a boy like Taehyung, who hid from the world underneath his gray beanie, drowned himself in his music and ran away from his problems on a skateboard, could have enough space in his mind to think about and care for another person. You always found that concept so startling, keeping the thoughts to yourself for a majority of days, weeks, until you couldn’t stop and just had to report your findings to the boy.
Initially, you thought your words would fluster him, or maybe even offend him—you were, essentially, calling him self-centered—but he had merely looked you straight in the eyes and said that you brought out an entirely new side to him and his life. That god forbid, he may have been in love with you for a year, but every single day now spent in your presence felt like he was seeing you for the first time all over again. It was not his fault that the sight of you constantly sparked the desire in him to show off how much he adored you, how much he cared for you, and how much he loved you in whatever abstract or tangible form that could take.
You stopped teasing him after that day, heart swelled too big with pride and admiration to continue.