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seungfiles · 1 year
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you and taehyung have a rather interesting dynamic, to say the least.
if you were to call constant bickering, a heated rivalry, and an incapability to behave civilly around one another 'interesting', then yes, precisely that.
it had all started with the pair of you both studying a master of music in jazz studies, where you found yourself glaring daggers at a shaggy-haired individual seated a few rows ahead in a lecture, whilst he contradicted one of your points regarding the presence of saxophones within orchestras. safe to say, kim taehyung had not known just how much you hated to be wrong, and the sheer length of time you could hold a grudge. in turn, you had not known what a stubborn, hot-tempered shithead he was.
and so began the intense animosity between the two of you, which admittedly made your saxophone theory professor tremble nervously down to his boots.
but you'd never realised before a certain point how much taehyung's words set off fiery sparks in your brain. it was... stimulating, to have someone challenge you, and make you think. or what a perfect slope his nose formed in his side profile, and the way the loose t-shirts you once so eloquently mocked for being 'ratty', hung perfectly on his slim figure. all of a sudden, taehyung's deep baritone voice made your toes curl with tension - not with annoyance.
oh. you think. i like him.
fuck.
{ taehyung doesn't quite know how to put it into words. he doesn't even know when his feelings shifted. he's only ever been good with music notes; he found his freedom in tracing the length of his saxophone, sounding out sweet melodies. so how is he meant to tell you that you make his heart sing? that you strum chords with his veins, and his blood hums whenever you're near? }
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seungfiles · 1 year
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it’s the little things.
like the way you hide your mirth with the sleeve of your sweater, because you never had braces when you were younger. seungmin wants to tell you that you’re the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
or the way you hold your hair tie between your lips while you gather your hair in an unruly knot at the back of your head. seungmin wants to hold the hair tie for you; he wants to tenderly tuck that one disobedient strand of hair behind your ear.
even the way your eyes light up and you fidget abashedly with your fingers when you talk about a date you have this friday.
seungmin's okay with that. if that date makes you feel loved, cared for - of course he's okay with that.
he'll just patch together the pieces of his heart again, with the glue that's made of your hidden smiles, loose hair ties, and your eyes that hold the galaxy.
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