He knew he might burn. But he had to do it. He had to be just a little closer.
He knew he would fall. It was bound to happen, he was meant to fall in love.
To burn in love, and to melt for it.
To fly high and fall for it.
And in the end, it was w...
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Being so close to the one he desired,
"Who are you thinking about?"
Yoongi tilts his head to look at Hoseok. His eyes had been upon the lightening sky. It was the early hours before dawn. When the sky was light enough for the sun born to step out of their adobe. With something to keep them warm of course. Usually a lamp, or a fire torch. But at the same time, the sky was dark enough for the moon born to wander outside. Without the pain for their skin burning, or the stinging sensation on that skin.
"Hmm?" Yoongi hums question. Properly looking at his friend.
"Who are you thinking 'bout?" Hoseok asked again. Hint of amusement in his eyes. "You have that look in your eyes," He explained, "That dreamy look. You're not thinking of the god, I know. Otherwise, I would have been buried under questions about him. You're not thinking about your darling project here, otherwise you won't be here. So...who are you thinking about?"
Yoongi blushed a little. Heat rushing up to his face. Spreading through his cheeks, to the tips of his ear. He hadn't expected his expression to be so out in the open. He looked away from his friend's eyes and chose to focus on the texture of the table instead.
"No one."
"Is it the person you meet every night?"
Yoongi snapped his head up. His eye widening. And it was split second after that he realized his mistake. Even if Hoseok had managed to take a wild guess, his reaction just proved him right. "What?" He asked anyways.
"Joon told me about it." Hoseok explained, "Said you might have been meeting someone whenever you leave the house for work."
"And why would he think so?"
"You stay out for hours. Longer than it should take you finish your work."
Yoongi sighed and slumped his shoulders. "Well... and if I am?"
Hoseok smiled a little, "I'm happy to hear. Even more if that person can take your mind of the Go-"
"Hoseok." Yoongi hissed. Eyes sharpening to a glare, his gaze fixated on his friends. Warning him not to say anything else any further. But Hoseok didn't back down. He couldn't. He couldn't when he knew how the story might end. And he couldn't bare the thought of it. And even if he had to fight Yoongi of all the people, he will. Over and over again without a second of hesitation. Because those fights were better than loosing Yoongi forever. Yet, as time passed and Yoongi was closed completing his project, he feared the fights won't be enough anymore. It won't be enough to hold him.
Yoongi knew of his friend's concern. He had seen in it their eyes, heard it in their words. And he could've sworn to all the Gods he knew of that he tried his utter best to forget about that one specific God. He had tried for months. Months that eventually turned to an year, and now was extending to another. He had tried so hard, but then ever so often he would see his distant figure in the vermillion sky as the day slowly bled to an end. Or when the day slowly rose to a start. He'd see him, he'd hear him. His laugh. His cheers. He'd hear of the stories. Written and spoken. He'd watch him as brought his warmth upon all of the sun born. And he would find himself falling down that pit of love once again.
