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three am and soft whispers, he's pulled in. as if magnets are what they are made out of instead of skin and bone. his safe space, he can curl up and babble without worry and there's always a caring hand ― fingers threading through his hair, like water in a stream. soft and soothing. that's what jimin is to him. comfort, warmth. healing and love. he doesn't have to worry, able to slink into the softness of the other's embrace and the love that radiates like a sun in a sky on the brightest of days. it's so real and true, the way their eyes meet, the way their hands still shake when reaching for the other. he'll never be over the way lips press to his, how it slips into his soul and renews him. and he's so beautiful, tae thinks, looking up as hair falls into his eyes and the other just leaves it, too exhausted with pushing it back over and over and so he reaches his hand up, doing it for him. "minie." he breathes out, thoughts pausing and words stopping. electric and awake, so alive, jimin leans back in toward him and he can melt, he can breathe. this is everything. "is it?" the soft laughter brushes over his lips and taehyung realizes he's spoken out loud, breathing words into kisses and he's gone, lost in the man before him. "you're everything." he tells the other, earning a look that sets him on fire. but for jimin, he will burn and burn and burn.
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