RAINBOW RIDE☆ (i) prologue.
(i). Prologue
I fell in love with the morning, the way you stumbled out of your bed, hair tangled in a perfect mess that sway right and left, right and left, as you stretched your arms to each side of our bed that covered with white sheet and thick warm blankets.
You smell like fresh clean cut strawberries as I inched closer to you, kissing the tip of your forehead.
“Morning beautiful,” I whispered to your ears, soft and tender. You playfully hit your head to mine, groaning that desperate snort you gave when I started being a cheesy boyfriend whom comes out of your dislike. You held my face, each side of your small fingers trying to pull me while truth to say, I have a big head and that small slender fingers of yours would never have the ability to do such thing.
“Stop trying to fit my face into your hands. You know it won’t work all the damn time,” I chuckled to your hands, pressing them to my mouth and gave it a small chaste kiss. You started to laugh, warm and lovely, they always sounded like Sunday mornings to me.
“It’s time to get up, Park Chanyeol!”
You hopped out of bed and proceeded to drag me out of it. You were always seemed to be a little energic in the morning and it irked me. Park Chanyeol hates the morning, especially this kind of winter morning when everything is covered with fresh snow falling to the ground and a thick heavy mist of fog. But it’s cold, I heard myself let out a hopeless groan as you dragged me out of our supposed to be bedroom, all limply legs and messy curls. You stopped and forcefully put me in our small living room; on a top of your favorite couch.
“I’m going to make you breakfast so sit still and watch.”
I’m about to say that I would help but you seem to know things that I would say or do or even just a slighesht thought that came crossed my mind, and you pressed a small kiss to my lips while shaking your head, implying a “No, you can’t.” to my unsaid question. It’s amazing each time you did that, knowing what’s inside my mind like a goddamn mindreader. So I just sit there, body pressed into the soft plump of the couch, watching your back.
I don’t realized I was smiling the whole time I looked at you taking all of the ingredients out of the fridge if you weren’t looking back, caught my gaze and exclaimed with your loud amusing laugh, “Stop grinning like an idiot!” I have to purse my lips and hold back my smile, trying to put on a serious face that makes you laugh even more.
Cold breeze was blowing into the living room through the opened balcony and the room was only lilted by a small lamp and the sound from the chop chop of the knife that you’ve been using to slice down the carrots. You know I loved carrots even without asking me the first time we went for a date, and that’s when I know there are no turning back. That’s when I know that I had fell for you, and that wasn’t the love at a first sight kind of moment, it was a mixed of thunderbolts and rainbows, as if I knew that I would stand by your side through good and hard times.
“Taehyo yah- ow much longer it will take? I’m hungry and it’s cold here.”
“Grab yourself a blanket and just shut the hell up!”
“I don’t want a blanket,” I whined, pulling of an utterly ridiculous aegyo as I sang the phrase and ended it with pucker lips. “I want you instead.”
You looked up from across the kitchen and your smile itself told me that me trying to be cute has been a prove that you’re weak every time I pleaded you with twinkling eyes, excessive cuteness which ended with pleading stare.
“Alright then,” You walked straight to me and put your hands up in the air as if they were the signal of you losing the game. “Just for this time, Park Chanyeol. Just this time.” You mumbled through your breaths but I know you’re smiling with your eyes, and I take the advantage of your steps coming closer to the couch by quickly pulling your waist over my lap and kissing the daylights out of your face. It was a slow sweet kiss as I can feel your smiles underneath my lips. You pulled off first with your eyes still closed and you could only murmur warmly, a contended smile tugging at your lips. I giggle in return, the sound of your heartbeat seeping into my bones, as I looked up at you, eyes forming into a smile with a wide grin plastered off my face.
You opened your eyes and slapped my cheek playfully, “You and your stupid face.”
“I know, I love you too.”
I grin sheepishly and attacked you with a loud amusing laugh combined with a tickle on each side of your justify, knowing that was the pitch of your sensitive spot. You were struggling to hit my face with your foot and we were tangled into this perfect mess of hands and legs and much louder laughs as we rolled outside the coach and crashed the floor, where all I heard was your muffled laughs as I sneakily pressed my hands to your mouth, suppressing the laughter, your feet trying to kick off my bones, your hands were started messing with my curls,
and then right there, sprawled beneath the cold tile floor with Taehyo by my side was where I realized that I am happy.
So much happy than I have ever did for the rest of my life.
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Little did I know that this, having Taehyo in my arms as she laughed, was the last chance I would ever have.