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planetcallisto · 7 years

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— a warm summer’s moon

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff, angst(not really), comedy(the shitty kind)

au: time traveller!taehyung, teleporter!tae, just a very intellectual!tae

warnings: a lot of nerdy references, a little bit of banter-y swearing

word count: 2652

a/n: this was a request from the cute moonlight anon (*^▽^*) it’s a little bit abstract and with a bunch of the references, so I’ll add links to them just in case anyone doesn’t know them ~ I hope you enjoy it

requests are open :D

Spending a little bit of time on the moon changes people.

Popcorn was thrown in a lame attempt past the rusted grey railings containing the small balcony your apartment had.

“Taehyung! You can't just throw popcorn around like that-”

Completely disregarding your words, or not even hearing them his fingers reach into the stereotypical red and white bag of buttery kernels.

“If only we were closer then we could actually see the fireworks.”

Looking over at him, you laugh. This fully grown man was more than ready to start a fight with the tall building that obstructed your view.

The fuzzy red blanket was ripped from your body and tossed to the dirty pavement below as to allow Taehyung let off some steam. You, on the other hand, were ready to freeze over and fall into a shattered pile of your iced skin. Who knew a night in the middle of the strongest heat wave, in what was supposedly the hottest month of the year would be this chilling. Sort of funny if you really think about it.

The sun was setting directly behind the building tinted the sky from it's previous blue to shades of red to yellow. For you, it set a warm feeling in your blood and ran through your entire body. That same feeling you get when you step under the hot stream of water from the shower head after a day in the cold winter breeze. But unfortunately, to others it was all but a beautiful way for the sun to say “goodnight.” The family that sat on the balcony next to yours began to complain on, “why the hell did we stay up this late to watch fireworks that are blocked by that damned building?” and, “mommy I can't see what's happening.”

Oh but child, you can see what's happening. The sun that gives you power to live through the day, the blue sky in which it sits and lights your way, and the bright moon that took it's place with a bright white shine emanating from its very core. But of course, like everyone who doesn't give the earth itself a second thought, they continued to complain.

“I thought you said we'd see them from here?”

Your foot made contact with the back of his thighs when he finally decided to sit down, “Have some patience dumbass, they'll do them around 10.”

“You liar, you said it'd start at 9.”

Reaching for the blanket you glance over at him before shrugging, “I just said that so you'd actually come over.”

It was the shit-eating-grin that followed his short scoff that really made you want to kick him again, “so you lied just to get me in your apartment, how greedy of you.”

“Why don't you shut up and enjoy the sunset you fuckhead.”

“Oh so now I'm a fuckhead? I'm really interested on how your adorable pet names for me develop. And you really shouldn't swear, there's children.” His hand gestured to the family in the apartment next to yours who, matter of factly, did hear the innocent conversation that took place just a few minutes ago.

Boy, did he do things to you, and not always good things. Though, in times like this, where all you had was the warmth of the blanket and him sitting next to you, it was easy to relax. He spoke like he was a 4 year literature graduate but gave company like a newly joined frat boy - obnoxiously cocky, yet so intriguing and well spoken.

“Hey don't hog the blanket.” And just like a selfish young boy, he yanked the blanket over him leaving you completely exposed.

“Wow thanks Romeo, how gracious of you to let me freeze to death.”

“So does that make you Juliet?”

“You fucking loser just share the blanket. If you haven’t realised it’s actually negative 58 degrees.”

“Only if you become the Horatio to my Hamlet,” the simper yet garish smile that followed was similar to those of the antagonist of every soap opera ever created; brassy and loud with their actions but amongst all that, they held that slight bit of skittish affection. Shakespeare did write one of the most iconic love stories after all.

“Hey, I didn’t know Shakespeare conceived a senseless, lesser son.” It was said in less of a question and more of a ‘hey did you know I really hate you right now’ kind of way.

Like every single time you tried to make a snarky comment to him, he would look at you with the same cloudless expression, where the chestnut that pooled his iris was replaced with the deepest of midnights and peppered with stars only to encompass the brightest of full moons, a juxtaposition that made your heart frail.

“Hey, I didn’t know Venus was reincarnated as an obnoxious baby.”

“How long did it take you to come up with that one Einstein?”

“Don’t you worry about that my little bismuth, it seemed to have quite the effect on you anyways.”

The light from his eyes followed you even after you looked away. No human on earth can resist the ominous allure of the moon on a night where the stars have been robbed from the sky and the only bit of iridescence was blocked by a tower of metal and glass. You didn’t even have to look at him to feel the tranquility of his existence to cascade down your bare shoulders and send its heat through your skin. As for myriad of words that dripped down his lips and onto yours were filled the little space inside of you that was forever longing for those same lips to find home on your neck, culling the life out of you.

“What do you think life on the moon would be like?” You asked in hopes of pulling a very specific answer from him, maybe something along the lines of, ‘it is the east and Juliet is the sun’?

“Well there wouldn't be any rules right?”

You nod your head. There wouldn't be.

Tousling his chestnut hair he pushes on his theory, “Do whatever you please with whoever you wanted. Lay on the cold ground under a blanket of stars every night and count them until your eyes feel heavy and your dreams bring you to a different world. Funny isn't it? You're already on the moon and you still dream of another existence.”

And that's when you found yourself planted on what felt like dusty surface of the moon itself. Though something felt a little out of place. Balmy was the only way the describe it. Nothing you've been ever taught in school could explain why it wasn't exceedingly cold, or not cold at all for that matter. It was when you opened your eyes and saw the everlasting black sea ahead of you when that warmness drifted far into the invisible horizon and in coming was a tsunami of stars as far as the eye can see.

“Do you like it?”

Words uttered sotto voce as to not disturb any life that had already marked it's territory on the celestial rock.

“Taehyung how-”

“A wise man once said: Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.”

“You can't just rip a quote out of Letters to a Young Poet and expect me to understand.”

“But it worked didn't it?”

A mantra become famous by repetition - although isn't that what makes it a mantra? Will you wake up from this crazy delusion and find that it was all a dream from the start? But how does it feel so real? Wasn't it Berkeley who said that nothing can exist until it is perceived? Well, was standing on what humans call the moon not perceptive enough for you? The dust that lifted off the ground and evaporated into what exactly? There was no air to breath, nor was there a single breeze to pull them from your grasp, yet, somehow, they floated on their merry way, probably off to find another abandoned rock to sit upon.

Answering questions with more questions. A philosopher's dream and nightmare. What answer were you expecting to find? Yes, he can control time and space, somehow broke out of the earth's atmosphere and stood on the moon faster than the speed of light. Absolutely not.

“Hey, stop thinking too much. It'll ruin the fun.”

Every night you would gaze up at the sky wonder what kind of impossible feat you would have to perform to reach the moon and be among the stars. Lunacy? Is that what he’d say? Make an abhorrent pun about how being in love with the moon made you a lune-atic. You never knew he had the moonlight sitting between the palms of his hands, ready to sunder it from its galactic friends and place it in your grasp.

Cry, was the first thing your body felt was right to do in this situation, but as tears flooded your eyes they danced off of your skin and joined their friends in the sky. That abstruse warmth returned but this time in the form of an embrace by the man of the hour.

“Why are you crying? It's only us here.”

His sweater sparkled like it had been torn right out of the sky and sewn to fit him rather loosely. Maybe it was in fact a dream. When have your wishes ever come true in such rapid succession after wishing them? Never. Never in your lifetime. Never after your lifetime would you have thought you would be graced by the presence of a man who not only spoke to you like you were a Sylph but held you ever so softly as if you would sprout wings and escape from him.

All of your fantasies fell into place one by one and it amazed you how calm you became. As if you'd been living on the moon your entire life with Taehyung.

“Oh my bewitching moonlight, what a hex you've cast on me” He breathed. Lips as soft as cotton attached themselves to the base of your neck and gently made their way up. Every touch made you that much more somber until you'd become completely wrapped around his finger.

“You sent me on the craziest trip of my life the moment you looked at me. Your lips speak my name and deliria consumes me whole.”

In that moment, his eyes lifted to yours. You stared and stared and stared hoping to find that little trace of dishonesty. You cleared your mind and wondered if Descartes’ demon had already decieted you. But nothing came.

Instinctively, you shut your eyes as his lips grazed yours. A kiss you've been waiting for millennia to experience. Those same lips that spoke with such intellect, kissed in the same vain - with frailty that sent your mind in a daze. His hands rose to the middle of your back as he tugs of your lips, “You're a lune-atic, did you know that?”

Not even a second was given for you to respond before he went back for more. The tip of his nose pushed against your skin the more passionate he became. You wanted to pull back and breath, but you couldn’t. There was no air in space. His lips were made of cherries and were just as sweet; they were red as celosias and full like pillows.

Platonic? Oh no, not at all. And you wanted to make that clear to him.

“Taehyung...we just ...you just...and we….and then…” You volume sunk one word after the next until the last few ‘ands’ came out only as helpless murmurs.

“My naive little moonlight, didn’t we say that there were no rules on the moon?”

Perhaps that also meant any socially constructed ones were thrown out the proverbial window. Friends can show their affection completely platonically, right?

“It’s almost 10, isn’t that when the fireworks are supposed to start?” He breathes.

You hide yourself in the vastness of his sparkling sweater. Breathing in the cherry and the smell of burning stars you smile and let yourself get lost in it. Your heart rate slows as he runs his fingers through the little knots in your hair and you find yourself in a precarious situation. He was a man of many talents or a jack of all trades, and at least half of the people he’s met fall for his overwhelming charms within the first few minutes of his company. And you don’t really blame them. With the mind of a modern day scholar, a highbrow fashion sense and the flirtatious charisma of a minx, it was hard not to.

“Taehyung, will we get back in time to see the fireworks,” you mumble into his chenille sweater.

A laugh erupts from his throat as he puts your worries at ease, “Don’t worry my little moonlight, if you stop stuffing your face in my sweater, you’ll see that we’re just in time.”

And to your surprise, he was right. You found yourself still cooped up in his arms but back on the popcorn littered balcony. Was this where all of society's unspoken rules set in? Where two people can’t stay friends after being so intimate unless they wanted to be labeled the infamous friends-with-benefits? Quickly you let yourself go of his grasp and kicked the back of his thighs for the second time that night.

“Why do you keep hitting me? Has Cronus inhabited that little evil body of yours?”

Just as he finished the sentence a burst of red that lit up anything in it's immediate vicinity, Taehyung’s face included. After it was a combination of gold and silver spirals that each were followed by an onslaught of wows and whoas.

“You drive me fucking crazy Kim Taehyung,” you laugh, “I had no idea that the moon was so easily accessible to you.”

“Looks like you’ve returned back to your asinine self. Welcome home Curly.”

Turns out that a little time on the moon changes a person. He went from calling you his little moonlight to comparing you to one of the most famously-stupid characters ever conceived.

“I know how much you love me, but staring isn’t polite. You’re the one who begged me to be here to watch these fireworks with you,” and with that smart-ass line his smug grin returned as well.

“I fucking hate you, you bastard.”

His fingers grip your wrist and pull you flush against him and his sickly-sweet addicting smell all while pressing a teasing kiss to your lips, “Why don’t we live like we did on the moon? I hadn’t known moonlight until I held you in my arms. But enough of that cliche, unless you don’t mind it, my little moonlight.”

“Ah, Taehyung, your mind works in such interesting ways.” He smiles as your fingers brush away the stray hairs that covered his face, “But I think I’m going to stick with fuckhead as your pet name, it suits you very well, don’t you think?”

Whether he liked the name or not, he planted another kiss to your lips with nothing but a short, “Mhm,” falling past them.

The two of you turned to face the spectacle that happened right before your eyes. Colours of every kind flew up into the sky and exploded before joining the rest of the smoke in the atmosphere.

Taehyung pulled in a sharp breath, a tell-tale sign that he was about to make a snide comment, “Oh and by the way, you really shouldn’t swear, there are children.”

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