care in the morning – taehyung/you
☆implications of mature content
☆ 454 words, very short
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We weren't exactly friends, and we weren't exactly lovers. I wasn't sure exactly where I stood with him. I was a simple girl who wore her heart on her sleeve and my emotions on display, so of course, it was hard for me to read others the same way they could read me. 

I was so confused by him, by the way he was. I had no clue what he really felt because some days when we'd be surrounded with friends and he would be goofing off and making the most noise, he would grab my hand after he'd settle and give me the brightest smile, and I'd think wow, was he something. Other days, I'd see him down the hall and I'd wave at him, my mind spinning because it was Taehyung with his clear eyes and the warmest laugh, but then I'd be met with a blank face and he wouldn't even spare me a glance. I wasn't sure what I meant to him or what we were and it worried me because I knew it was him that I wanted but I was so foolish, so dense that I couldn't read him on my own. Only during the times when he would let me know himself would I get to have even a little glimpse into what he was thinking.

But this I did know... I knew for sure that under dim lights, I was important to him. When his lips would find mine after he'd have too much to drink, his hands crawling up my sides to interlace with my own. I would hold him as tightly back, because I just wanted him entirely. I knew that I meant something to him when he'd lead me to my bed and hover over me so carefully, his gaze so intense before taking me for himself. I promised myself that he wanted to be with me as much as I did him as he'd whisper my name into my neck again and again. After all would be said and done, he'd always smile at me in that way where his grin would almost reach his ears and his eyes resembled the bow shaped moon, and he would hold me until we'd sleep. We did this dance so many times that I'd go dizzy thinking about it but even still, he would never let me know if he was mine, or if he even wanted me for real. 

And as I'd fall asleep, his hand locked in mind and his steady breaths against the back of my neck, if he'd still care when our eyes would open in the morning. Would he still care under different lights and when the magic is gone?