Author: AnnoNiji

Title: Let's go on a trip

Couple: NamSong

Length: 1253 words

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Taehyun is tipsy.

He likes this word, tipsy. It has a funny pronounciation, as if someone has a hiccup while trying to stutter slipery words to flirt with a blurry mind in the dark light of a club. The image of this word, tipsy, is clear in his mind – he has a clear impression for each word he uses in life. He can't help it, making a little movie in his head, to create a story behind letters, the link between the sound his tongue forms and the meaning of it. Assembling a noun and an adjective, a verb with an adverb – to be more precise, to create a different image in his head. The word in itself is important, but so as the context, the intonation, the color of the voice – rough, husky, velvet-like, acute – the melody of it all –

Speaking is a music in itself. A world of imagination that Taehyun likes to drown himself in, finding peace, pouring his feelings in the notes he sings, the messy letters that creates meaningful words on his notebook when he writes a new song, the need to express his thoughts, sharing them in any sound he can utter.

His life and words have a close intertwining.

His life and music have a close intertwining.

His life and Mino have a close intertwining.

Taehyun suddenly hears a laugh – creating an easing warmness in his stomach, raising the corners of his mouth, adding stars in his eyes. A simple sound full of happiness, foolishness and the smell of alcohol, in the half-lighted living-room where he and Mino are.

An arm is around his shoulder, and his head collides with a warm chest, his nose against the smooth fabric of Mino's tank top. He laughs too – what is it to laugh about? The moment in itself, which is perfect and bubbly. He barely keeps his bottle of beer straight up, and raises his droopy eyes toward Mino's ones. He shows his little white teeth when the older one looks at him too, his long eyelashes creating a crown for those spicy chocolate pools that are his pupils. His eyes are warm, as the embrace Mino provides him. A fire is on his way and he likes it a lot – after all he's like their cats who nap all day next to any source of warm available. Such as Mino.

Taehyun likes Mino.

Taehyun even loves Mino.

He's sure of it, because whatever he does, the image he has in his mind behind those four letters – M, I, N, O – the feeling of it travelling on his tongue – his lips pressing together to form the m, the smile forming to add the i, the pout to assemble the n and the o, as if he refuses something to Mino but the syllabe is the perfect one to prepare his mouth to accept Mino's kiss – all of this, even if it's just pronouncing Mino's name, already creates an endlessly perfect image in Taehyun's thoughts. An image where there's nothing else than color touches blooming into fireworks, swelling like balloons, floating high in the air, sparkling and glittering, color radient from light orange, then sugary pink, t