Dear Starboy {TomTord Neighbourhood AU, COMPLETE REUPLOAD}

helpless waltz

helpless.

tom was helpless.

as the few days had passed, he'd feel the sickness growing in his stomach.

it started with the blossom tree.

tord was dressed up as usual. mint
green sweater pulled over a black
button up. complimented nicely by
his baby blue flower crown, and matching torn denim shorts. his jewellery was all gemstones.

he tended to use gemstones to indicate his mood. they had different properties and brought different things.

today he'd selected emeralds. he
claimed they brought good luck and
good health. which was what their baby tree would need.

tord swung his legs back and forth from the low tree branch he sat upon. he brought a bubble wand to his mouth, forming a small flurry of watery bubbles.

tom had his hands closed tightly
around the wooden handle of a shovel
a small ditch was being dug single- handedly by tom who was currently scowling at his neighbour.

"aren't you going to help?"
"i will. i'm just observing nature."
"what have you observed?
"the clouds are greying. a storm."
"soon?"
"maybe. in less than an hour."

tom swiped his hand across his forehead, clearing it of the small beads of sweat only beginning to appear. tord hopped off his perch on the tree, grasping a small peach pot with a tiny green plant poking out of the dark soil.

he transferred the sapling from the
pot to the ditch, gently patting at
the surrounding earth to support
the foundation.

tom knelt down, admiring the small
sprout that would soon be a full flowering blossom tree.

tord reached out for tom's hand, clutching his wrist and softly pushed his outstretched hand into the dirt. tord mimicked the movement and finally stood up.

"there. now people can know it's ours."
"people don't come here."
"then the astronauts will know."
"i don't think their vision is that good.
"lighten up, tom!"

tom opened his mouth to protest
but was immediately shushed by
an airborne finger being pushed up to his lips.

"the storm is coming."

as if a jinx, a small raindrop bounced
off tom's cheek and landed on the plant.

then another droplet.
then another.

after a minute the drizzling shower
turned into a heavy downpour. tom
glanced at tord who began to strip off
his drenched mint sweater.

the black button up was clinging to
his skin for dear life, accentuating the
curves in his arms. tom felt his stomach go utterly hollow as tord held out his hand like a lifeline.

the water had landed in multiple
strands of his hair, threaded like tiny
jewels.

tord's face was brighter than ever as he warmly beamed.

"may i have this dance?"

tom accepted the hand. tord roughly
yanked tom's arm, slamming their
bodies together and linking their hands.

tord wrapped his arms around tom's
soaked neck as tom's hands found
their way to tord's thin hips. their feet glided across the uneven soil, trying their best to maneuver around the murky puddles.

there was no music but they didn't need it.

tom felt tord's pounding heart press
up against his chest. he hugged him
closer as he dipped him playfully.
their faces were only inches away.

tom could detect the faint smell of bubblegum and cherries on tord's lips.

tord lowly let his mouth curl into a smirk.

"i never knew you were so fond of
me, kittyboy."

tom felt a light blush tickle his cheeks.
he immediately pulled tord back up right and looked away.

tord leaned into tom's ear, dropping his voice to a melodic whisper.

'when i look into your eyes,
it's like watching the night sky.'

tom bowed his head into the crook of
tord's neck. he continued the lyrics
into a duet.

'or a beautiful sunrıse.
well, there's so much they hold.'

'and just like them old stars,
i see that you've come so far,
to be right where you are.
how old is your soul?'

'well i won't give up on us,
even if the sky gets rough.
i'm giving you all my love,
i'm still looking up.'

the two boys continued like this for
almost an hour, right through the storm.

tom was helpless.

helplessly in love.