you had me on a wild run, sprinting across empty fields in my mind and my lungs were on fire.

His light blue shirt was messily tucked into his jeans, a few of the top buttons undone for comfort and from running so much. Laughter tumbled from his softened lips and his lungs burnt ablaze from a fire sparked from exhaustion, Taehyung close at his heels as he chased after the brunet.

Suddenly, tanned arms wrapped around a younger's torso and dragged him to the ground of the field, the older male collapsing on top of the giggling Jeongguk. Fingers quickly dug into the dip of his waist, tickling at a fast speed, and Jeongguk squealed and tried to smack the hands away.

"T-Tae no! Y-You sa-said no m-more t-ti-tickling!" He laughed as Taehyung started to slow his actions, the beautiful sound of a deep laughter coming from the elder that Jeongguk couldn't help but want to hear more of.

"I'm sorry, guk, I just couldn't help myself." Taehyung sits himself up onto the grass, gold dust sparkling among the dark green of his bangs and sunbeams hitting his face at the perfect angle. He helps the rosy Jeongguk up too, taking his hand and stroking the smooth skin of the back of his palm, admiring the spray of light tan belonging to the younger.

Jeongguk stares at Taehyung with inquisitive eyes; the chocolate spheres can't fixate on one feature, the overwhelming feel of laughing too much and running too far starting to settle down. He just wanted to calm down, before asking Taehyung what exactly happened with his mother.

"You're so beautiful," Taehyung whispered. The rouge cheeks of Jeongguk's grew in temperature and his hands turned clammy, flattery flushed with his rose hue. "And it's so unfair that you're stuck with me, of all people, me."

Jeongguk's brows furrowed with confusion. "What do you mean? I'm not stuck with you; that's not how I'd put it at all."

Taehyung looked down at their hands, how the two skin tones contrasted in the most wonderful way and how their hands slotted perfectly into place. Almost as if they were tailor made and meant to be held by one another.

"My mother... You want to know, don't you?" He spoke octaves deeper, as if there was a lump at the back of his throat made from anxiety and fear. It was horrible, for both Jeongguk and Taehyung. The younger hated seeing the elder in such discomfort and sadness; he just wanted to see those sea foam orbs shine again.

"I want to know. It's just my nature to want to know something that everyone else does but I don't. It's rude of me to even-"

His words were cut short with a soft kiss pressed against his petal lips, the feel of the rosy flesh against his own and the jolt of electricity sending Jeongguk to another level of ecstasy. Taehyung drew back, resting his forehead against the younger's with a sigh. It was a mix of hesitance and shyness, and Jeongguk didn't know how to act.

"She abused me. In any way she could just so she could inflict pain on someone all because she couldn't hurt him. She found any distraction she could; alcohol, cigarettes, even caught her with drugs a few times. My mother had turned from the sweet lady who planted flowers in the spring and made gingerbread in the winter, to some alcoholic druggie who slept around and abused her child."

Pain.

The most pain he had ever felt, Taehyung didn't know how to react to that shoot of white hot pain in his heart after letting those words go into the previously happy atmosphere. Jeongguk didn't speak; what could he say? He just pulled the crying elder towards him, cradling him with shaking hands as birds chirped and trees swayed.

"I'm here, Taehyung. I'm not leaving you."

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