Kpop Oneshots

Reason

hehe so i was in a rlly poetic mood and i wrote this. i know it's short, but that's kind of the point of it.

please enjoy :)

Empty. Empty. Empty.

Everything was fucking empty.

The smiles. The waves. The words. The songs.

What was the point?

Why go on, why keep trying when there would never be enough?

There was so much hate.

You couldn't block it out.

So why keep trying?

Why fight for a good life when bad would always exist?

Why try when failure always lurked in the corner?

Why live when everything everyone said and did was fake?

"Hyung-nim, wake up," someone was shaking him. He didn't want to move.

"Wake up, Yoongi- hyung." The honey voice was louder.

And then it was quiet. "Jagiya." It whispered into his ear.

This was real.

Oh.

Yoongi groaned, blinking open his eyes and slowly starting to become aware of his surroundings.

Or rather, the arms surrounding him.

His lover's arms.

The arms that held him together.

And the holder.

His reason for living.

Yoongi felt soft lips press against his own. When the kiss broke, he opened his eyes.

Deep pools of the galaxy stared back at him.

The other smiled.

"Sarang." The other called softly. "Get up."

Yoongi closed his eyes again.

Hardly a moment passed.

And then he got up.

Because Jimin called.