[3:22 AM]

[3:22 AM]

“hyunjin..” your hand rests against his cheekbone, caressing his face lovingly. he leans his head further into your hand and sighs. “I think you should leave it for now. go rest, yeah?”

you know he’s about to argue that he’s ‘not even tired’ and ‘it’s almost finished anyway’, but he’s been saying that for the past two hours and you know he has to get up early tomorrow.

“jinnie, I promise you’ve done plenty in just this one night. you have a lot of time to get it done. don’t push yourself too far, baby.” you whisper in the darkness, but the silence seems to amplify it anyway. with the little bit of light from the windows casting shadows across his pretty face, you can see the small pout on his lips.

you kiss him once, just a little peck, but he finally smiles.

“okay. you’re probably right.” he responds. standing up from your spot together on the floor of the dance studio, he goes to collect his things as you patiently wait for him.

 “are you going back to the dorms or do you want to stay at mine again?” you ask him when he’s done.

he wraps you up in a big hug and lets out a long sigh of exhaustion. you know he would’ve kept dancing until sunrise if you had let him, but his eyes are closed like he’s falling asleep right here and now.

“mm...yours.” he mumbles against your hair.

you only smile and nod, but he doesn’t let go for a while.

you stand there together, bathed in moonlight and love, the most peaceful you’ve felt in weeks.

yoongi literally stating taehyung is both attractive and handsome

Peace Was Never An Option

Bonus

[2:25 AM]

The fresh bedsheets are cold but your skin is burning hot, cheeks flushed and tear stained. Normally, this would be a happy ending. The night would stop here, the day would come, you would go and Minho would pretend it didn't happen until the next time it did.

That was okay with you, it made things easier. You didn't want him to act any different for your sake; both of you agreed to this arrangement, and there were clear rules set out in bold text, underlined in red.

There were lines there so you would not cross them, and yet here you are. In his bed, staring up at the ceiling with an ache in your chest from your heavy heart, weighed down with unwanted thoughts and feelings.

His soft snoring echoes throughout the otherwise silent room, and it makes the walls seem taller and the distance between your bodies that much larger. It makes you feel vunerable. It makes you feel weak.

How could you have let it get to this point? You knew before you went into this that it could never go too far. The deal was there would be no strings attached, and you could leave whenever you felt like it.

Except you couldn't. You wanted to leave, wanted to tell him this deal wasn't working and you needed more, you needed him. You wanted nothing more than to be spending these nights cuddling instead of drowning your stupid feelings in a couple shots of whatever cheap liquor was in your glass and pretending you were only in love with his body.

More tears fall, dripping against his pillowcase.

You wish your feelings would do the same, just drip away until there's nothing left, but instead your mind feels full to the brim with 'what if's that you know are all painfully pointless. He doesn't feel the same. He doesn't care, he'll never care, it doesn't even matter...but what if-

"Y/N?" Minho's sleepy voice breaks you out of your thoughts, an arm reaching blindly towards your curled up figure to pull you against him. "Why are you still awake?"

You don't trust your voice enough to give a proper response right now, so you simply hum and let him hold you like it means anything to him.

He doesn't seem to mind, though, drifting off to sleep again minutes later.

His arms are wrapped around you and his body is so warm, but you've never felt colder in your life.

binnie day ♡ 0811

thank you for my daily dose of happiness and inspiration, vitabin (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) 

damn he really do be beautiful