"Even when a star dies, it gives birth to another one. It's mere existence is life and growth. One day I wish to be as infinite as the stars. To exist forever, if at least in their hearts."
When you left, you were not looking for a savior.
When he...
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Looking over to your hands so close to the other, Taehyung smiles before wrapping his fingers tighter around yours, intertwining them in an unbreakable bond.
The action sends your heart flying and you snap your gaze to him. He notices your sudden change in demeanor and tries to cover it up by turning to the window.
"What?" he murmurs, his ears tinted pink. "You looked cold."
When Taehyung entered the car, you didn't realize he'd be so close to you.
You can feel your face heating up and you refuse to let him see. You aren't some little fangirl fawning over her idol, not right now. At this moment, you are the lucky person who gets to be so close to someone she admires.
Right now, you want to be the random stranger who bumped into him.
Right now, you want him to see you for you, and you to see him for him.
"I'm sorry, but we're nearing our destination, do you want to come in to get it or should I just go instead, sir?" Minhyuk asks, breaking the silence and Taehyung shakes his head slightly.
"What have I said about calling me, sir? It's like having my father call me, mister or even worse, hyung. Please just call me Taehyung, Minhyuk." He corrects him, and Minhyuk gives him a slightly condescending look in the rearview mirror.
"If you would just pull up in front, I'm sure they'll give it to you so we should be fine," Taehyung responds, and Minhyuk nods as he directs the car into much more steady traffic, nearing a market area. You don't recognize it, and as you stare out the window you don't think you're anywhere near the apartment complex where you're staying. Biting your bottom lip a bit in anxiety, you look at Taehyung again.
He's staring at the window, like you were, smiling faintly at the familiar sights and people roaming the streets beside you. Each one is busy, each one has their priorities, their life. Neither is the same, everyone is different from the rest. Much like the snowflakes which fall every winter. He enjoys the uniqueness of every single person, how they act, what they do. He finds it fascinating how some people can be so alike and yet so different.
Perhaps that's why he enjoys photographs so much. He's able to capture those moments within a small photo. That, to him, is one of the most beautiful things in the world.
At your soft tap on his shoulder, he breaks his gaze away from the beauty of life before him and turns to you. He raises his eyebrows a bit in surprise, his mouth doing the slight downturn that it has always done whenever he is confused or curious.
"What is it?" he asks, tilting his head a bit as you look at him, pulling your hand off his shoulder. A bit nervous that Minhyuk would be offended at your question, you glance at him to make sure that he's not paying attention. Once you're sure, you beckon Taehyung to lean down a bit so that you can whisper in his ear. He does, but only a mere fraction of an inch.
