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24-Conflict

He stopped in front of me, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

I stood breathlessly and flushed, I did not know why I had called him back.

My mouth hung open pushing out silent words.

Taehyung's smile dropped and his hand reached for the back of his neck in discomfort.

I turned quickly and rustled through the stacks of paper sprawled across my small desk.

Taehyung's head bobbed up, his mouth dropped to question.

Before he could begin speaking I turned back to him.

His eyes questioned until he dipped his head to look towards my hands.

Pressed between my fingers was a small piece of torn paper.

My arms pushed forward as a welcome to take it.

"What's this" he questioned as his hand haphazardly grabbed for the crumpled paper.

"I thought I should give it back to you..." my voice trailed off as his mouth curved silently around the written words.

He looked up quickly.

I smiled a sad smile, "I don't know where the other one is but I'm sure you wouldn't want me selling it on eBay or something." I chuckled awkwardly.

"I'm not concerned, you should just keep it-" he looked back and forth between the piece of paper and me.

"I don't want anyone to find it or anything...plus it makes me a little sad...that's all" I smiled as I pushed his hand into a closed fist.

"Sad?" He questioned once again, his dark eyes drowning mine in intense chocolate stares.

"Remembering the day you gave it to me, when you guys left the city that morning, it reminds of sad things, of goodbyes, of how things used to be." I continued smiling at the boy. 

I had wanted to get rid of that paper since the day I found it stuck between the pages of a book as I unpacked for the first time.

His mouth opened and closed deciding not to let out his next words.

"So this is it?" He spoke still looking at his closed fist.

"I guess it is" I looked up to his semi dry semi damp hair and found my self wanting to touch it.

The corner of his mouth tugged upwards slightly, yet his eyes looked sad and defeated.

I felt his thumb against my cheek as his other fingers entangled themselves in my hair.

"Y/n" his voice spoke so quietly I wouldn't have been able to hear him if his face wasn't nearly against my own.

I stared at his features noticing how his eyes hung to my lips.

He leaned his head to the side ever so slowly as my breath began to quicken.

The smell of vanilla and rainstorms became the only thing I could breath in and I clung to the scent as if I needed it, as if I was addicted to it.

His touch faltered slightly, though on my burning skin, it felt electric as my body began to tingle and my stomach floated and knotted in anticipation.

His breath hit my lips before anything and his eyes tore painfully away from them only to look up into my wide unmoving eyes.

He moved his neck forward bringing his eyes back to my lips as he pressed against them.

He moved slowly against my lips, as if testing whether or not he could keep going.