This Wild Love // Yoongi

Juxtaposition

It's becoming more and more difficult to maintain my strength, and I've only conquered half of the cliffside. Finding the courage in me to glance below my feet, I take a glimpse at the remaining distance I have to go.

Oh shit.

Don't do that again.

The depths spiral in my eyes, menacing by virtue and eye-openingly devastating. I never thought courage could be squashed into a box so quickly.

Tightening my grip around Yoongi's clothing, I reaffirm that my connection to the tree is stable, and my feet are planted against the rocky, hardened sediment.

If the breeze wasn't so chilly, I might have been inclined to stay a little longer and admire the view, because it was quite stunning...if I could forgot about the drop, and my stiffening fingers, and my sore feet, and my shaking muscles, and...well, a lot of things, to be honest.

Even while I'm climbing down, painful thoughts drill through my skull.

What if I fall?

What if they catch up?

What if the town is abandoned?

Clearing my throat, I focus on the positive and refuse to go that far. Instead of taking it one step at a time, I can take it one...vertical hop at a time?

Taking a miniature break, I pause, feet wrapped in a step position on the clothing.

I have a little experience climbing. Without the benefit of a clasp or harness, I've done something quite stupid, but surprisingly effective, by roping the clothes through the belt loops of my jeggings. Since the clothing is pulling up on the jeggings, they're now chafing against my inner thighs, and uncomfortably riding up there. But there's nothing I can do about my circumstance except pray for relief once I get to the bottom.

I wish this was over already.

CRACK.

F*CK I take it back I take it back please god no--

Frantically peering up the wall, I spot the edge of the branch on which I hung Yoongi's briefs. The branch seems to be leaning over more than before. I can only take it to mean one of two things.

One, someone is messing with my rig.

Two, I did a poor job when picking my branch candidate.

Upon closer inspection, though, it looks like a bear has daringly poked its head over the cliffside. Those terrible claws tangle themselves in the chain, as though it detests this handmade piece of rubbish.

Alarm sweeps through my veins as I realize what could happen to me. Putting one hand after the other, I rush my descent to the bottom of the cliff. Every once in a while, I feel a slight give in the chain of clothing, as if it's begging to snap.

Looking down, I grit my teeth. I still have a fourth of the way to go.

A loud tearing sound is accompanied by a sudden pull by gravity. I claw at the rocky cliff, desperately looking for a way to secure myself on the edge and prevent a free fall, but the sharp stones cut the fingertips of my right hand. Wincing, I tightly clench Yoongi's clothing. The chain abruptly stops tearing, leaving me suspended in the air.

Don't. Move.

Catching my breath and calming my heart, I analyze the cliff. There are many holds, but the question is where to go after I grab on to the stone. Taking the time to find a path, I force myself to record the dips and crevices until I've successfully found a way down.