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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Of foolishness they say, of love he believes.
When Yoongi arrived, he found their usual spot vacant. A little relieved to know that he hadn't made Jimin wait. At the same time, it was a bit unusual. For, ever since the first day that they met, Jimin would always be the first one to arrive. Without a fail. And so, seeing the spot empty, reminded Yoongi of the hollow feeling inside of him once again.
It wasn't long before he heard a rustle in the bushes. At first, when he looked around, he couldn't see anything. The, the strong feeling of Deja vu washed over him like a wave. A lump formed in his throat, when he heard the rustle of leaves once again after a little while.
"Jimin?" He called.
At first, there was no answer. And the feeling of Deja vu only got stronger. He really thought it to be Jimin, and was disheartened when he saw a small wild animal, he didn't bother recognizing, poke its head out of the bushes.
With a sigh, he turned his attention away from it, and looked down on his lap. Fiddling with the edges of the wrapped clothed. Yoongi's never been proud of his work, neither has he ever been disappointed of them. He never ponders over it, or spend some time judging it. Once it's been completed, the canvases are stacked away. Unless, the painting he made held some importance to him.
But for the first time, Yoongi couldn't help but recall his finish product, and look for flaws in them. He hoped it was— no, he wanted— it to be perfect. It was their parting gift, and he needed it to be.
His head shot up, when he heard footsteps. His eyes widen in surprised when he saw Jimin stumble out in the opening. Despite, the moonlight being dim, Yoongi just knew Jimin looked paler, and weaker than usual.
"Jimin, are you alright? What's wrong?" The worry was far too evident in his voice as he shot up from where he sat. Almost dropping his treasured work in the process, and rushed to the other's side.
The blond smiled weakly at him, and shook his head, "Don't worry, Yoongi. I'm just a little tired is all."
Jimin wasn't wearing any mask today, and it only worried the moonborn more. But even so, he didn't see any signs of breathlessness. And he couldn't say if Jimin looked so weak because of some sickness or not, without touching him.
Jimin's eyes weren't watery or red. Neither was his nose. So he doubted Jimin caught cold. Even though, the other had said it was just tired, Yoongi wasn't thoroughly convinced. How tired can someone be to look so ghastly pale?
"Are you cold?"
Once again, Jimin shook his head. "No. Are we going somewhere today?"
Yoongi had planned. Today was the last day the fair was going to stay in town, and so he had hoped he could see the fireworks with the other. But from the condition he had scene, he didn't think the crowd would be good for the other.
