He leaned his forehead against mine, his damp hair cool against my skin, and I could tell his breathing was a bit labored.

"You're making me dizzy..." he whispered, his lips still so close to mine, "with just a kiss."

~♡~

I wondered if he had any idea what he was doing to me. My heart was thumping, and my head was spinning. Dizzy was an understatement. I felt like I was sitting on the edge of reality and the slightest touch would be my ending. Because if I fell, I'd never stop. I'd just be falling forever, falling more and more in love with him, even knowing that it was all going to end and my heart was going to shatter into a million pieces.

Despite all that, I wanted him to kiss me again...despite knowing that I had a life in another place and time, a life so far from his. Knowing that this was temporary, and that the only reason it was happening was because I had wished it into existence didn't seem to be enough to lessen the want. If anything, it seemed to make it stronger.

There was a loud boom of thunder, causing me to jump which resulted in our lips touching again as his hands came up, the blanket falling away, his fingertips grazing my cheeks before I felt his palms, warm, soft, holding my face as he pressed his lips to mine once more. It was gentle, yet filled with urgency.

There had been nothing but his lips against mine, and yet, it felt so intimate, so perfect. But the moment I felt his teeth tug at my bottom lip, then felt his tongue slip between my suddenly parted lips, everything I'd ever known was gone. I had no recollection of anything or anyone. There was only him, and as he kissed me, tasted me, drew the breath from my lungs and made it impossible to breathe, I decided that if these were my last breaths, I was okay with that. I couldn't think of a better way to die. 

But then there was a feeling of warmth in my chest, and I knew the block of ice that had encased my heart was melting away. Taehyung was breathing life back into me. The warmth was spreading, the storm outside doing nothing to dampen it, and I held onto the feeling, not wanting to lose it. 

I was incapable of thought, of movement, of speech, and when he pulled back, looking into my eyes, I merely gazed at him, drawing in long breaths of oxygen. His hands still cupped my face, his thumbs caressing my temples, and I suddenly had to close my eyes just so that I would remember to breathe. His gaze was so intense, a galaxy of stars shining in his eyes. They had sparkled so beautifully that it took my breath away in the midst of trying to catch my breath, and I felt like I was suffocating.

My next few breaths were shaky, and he seemed to sense that I was struggling, but before I knew what his intentions were, he had slid an arm under my knees and pulled me onto his lap, his other arm coming around my back, his hand landing on my hip and pulling me closer to him. He reached for the blanket that had fallen behind him, wrapping it around the both of us, and without much thought, I leaned my head against his shoulder, loving the feel of his warm skin under my cheek. I felt his lips against my head, moving as he spoke quietly.

"Are you okay?" .

I nodded, wishing I knew what to do with my hands. I settled for resting them on my lap.

We sat like that, the minutes ticking by, a rumble of thunder sounding every few minutes. It was starting to get dark outside, the flashes of lightening now becoming easier to see. He stuck one arm out, and reached for the light on the table, clicking it on, the room lighting up.

"I'm sorry I couldn't show you around more. I had hoped the rain would hold off a bit longer." He pulled his arm back inside the blanket, his hand resting on my leg.

I smiled, wishing this day didn't have to end. I wasn't going to tell him that I was thankful for the rain.

"It's okay, we still got a day off."

I felt the small laugh he let out, his chest moving under my shoulder.

"It's getting dark earlier because of the storm. I wish I could think of something we could do."

I couldn't think of anything either. I could hear the rain, and it sounded like it was raining harder, and bouncing off the windows. There was a flash of lightening, then a terrifyingly loud boom of thunder, and the lamp flickered, and went off, along with the dryer.

I tensed up, and Tae pulled me closer, wrapping the blanket tightly around us.

"Guess my shirts aren't going to get dry now, huh?"

I always hated when the power went off during a storm.

"Do you think it'll be off long? I don't like this very much, especially since it's getting darker."

I waited for my eyes to adjust to the little bit of light still coming in from the window, knowing it wasn't going to last much longer and we'd be in complete darkness.

"Hard to tell. Depends on how long the storm lasts. They won't try to restore it until it's over."

I shivered, and snuggled against him even more, one hand coming up to rest against his chest. I could feel his heart beating, and he leaned his cheek against the top of my head.

"Your hair smells like coconut," he mumbled.

There was a buzzing sound, and Tae moved so that I had to sit up and maneuvered to get his phone out of his back pocket. He pulled me back against him, and tried to unlock his phone without dropping the blankets. He read the message, smiling.

"It's Hobi, wanting to know that we're safe, and didn't get stuck out somewhere in the storm."

"I hope they are all okay, with the power being out."

"They'll be fine. Certain rooms are powered with a generator when the power goes out, the practice room is one of them, and the lounge, so they aren't even affected."

He reached around me, holding his phone with both hands so he could type a reply, hitting send and tossing it on the couch next to him, pulling the blanket back around us. I leaned into him again, wanting to just stay here forever.

Without warning, he slid an arm beneath my knees again, and stood, lifting me up, and my arms immediately wrapped around his torso. He was holding the edges of the blanket in the hand that was around my waist, to keep if from falling.

He moved towards the bed, and my heart sped up slightly. I closed my eyes, and waited to see what he was going to do. I felt the blanket fall away, and he laid me on one side of the bed. I wish there had been more light, so I could admire him shirtless, but I could barely make him out.  He walked around to the other side, and laid down next to me, pulling the blanket over us.

He put his arm up, and motioned with his head for me to come closer. I sat up slightly to move over, and he put his arm under me, wrapping it around me and pulling me close, so that I was  resting my head against his chest. I could hear his heart beating, steady and strong, and it calmed me.

"We'll just lay here until the power comes back on."

It was nice. I was warm, and I felt safe in his arms. I felt his lips against my forehead briefly, and then his fingers were playing with my hair, and it was the most soothing thing he could have done. My eyes felt heavy, but I didn't want to sleep. I wanted to be awake, I wanted to feel everything, I wanted to hear him breathing.

He was as beautiful as I knew he would be, inside and out. He was very sweet, and always so considerate of others, even though he could also be mischievous and playful, wanting to see everyone laughing and being happy.  

Being close to him was so much better than I ever could have imagined. He was perfect, everything about him was perfect. I didn't want to sleep, because sleep meant another day would pass and that would be one less day I had to spend with him.

I wanted to freeze time, because I feared that now it was going to go by so quickly. This was everything I'd wished for, to be young and be in this mans arms, to have him care about me, and want to spend time with me, and even if it was just because I wished for it, it was impossible for me not to be affected by it. 

The thought had crept into my mind, and I couldn't ignore it. God had said that Tae would fall for me quickly, which had certainly happened...but had he fallen for me because of me, or had he fallen for me because that's what was supposed to happen? Because that's what I'd wished for?

I didn't want to think about it, because I was afraid it was the latter, and that made me sad. I would never want him to like me because he was forced to. I wished I had never had this thought, because now I knew it was going to haunt me. But then again, wouldn't it be better for him if it were just because of my wish, since the day would come that I was no longer here?

"What are you thinking about?" He asked quietly.

I sighed, trying to decide what to say.

"Nothing...and everything."

"Mm." His hand was still moving in my hair, and I closed my eyes and pushed the thoughts away.

" It sounds like the rain is slowing down. It could be another hour after it stops before the power comes back on though."

"I don't care anymore."

"Why's that? I thought you didn't like the dark."

My hand had been below my chin, kind of resting on his chest, and I'd been very conscious of that, not moving it from that spot. But suddenly I wanted to, and I slid it down, feeling his stomach tighten up as my fingers crawled across his skin, my hand resting at his waist.

"Because I like it here, and I don't want to move"

He stayed silent, and I worried that I'd said something I shouldn't have. But then I felt his lips in my hair as he pressed a kiss to my head.

"I'm not leaving right away, I want my shirt and hoodie to dry so I don't have to put it back on wet. Besides, if I leave anytime soon I'll just end up back at work, and then they'll make me practice or something. I got the rest of the day off, so I'm not going back till tomorrow."

"Where do you stay...when you're not at work?"

"The dorm. But I'd be bored if I went there now, since I'd be all alone. I'd rather stay here and be bored with you."

I could tell he was smiling from the sound of his voice, and I giggled.

I relaxed, not expecting the power to come back on anytime soon, because it still hadn't even stopped raining. I felt his arm tighten around me, and I snuggled closer and closed my eyes, not to sleep, but simply because it was dark and I couldn't see anything anyway.

Taehyung's hand rubbed my shoulder, and I felt content. Sleep was right there, whispering my name, but I tried to block it out. I didn't think it was even that late, maybe 8pm. So I tried to fight it, but in the end, sleep took over, and I never knew when the power came back on, or when Tae got up and left.