10/ 06/ 2019
Jieun talks alot.
She reminds him of Hoseok.
She also reminds him of Hoseok when he is drunk.
Because she goes awfully quiet.
He sits on the rug, fingering at his lyric sheets.
She sits on the bed, swirling the empty can of beer in her hand.
Tonight is an awfully tranquil one, it's similar to the night everything went down the drain.
Yoongi wonders what Jieun thinks of him.
What she thinks of him after reading pieces of him that he rarely reveals.
Memories come back to him.
Yoongi-ah, isn't that too upbeat?
This is not going to make money for you, my son.
The ones he doesn't want to remember.
He doesn't dare to ask.
He doesn't want memories he can't erase.
"Yoongi," She starts, something gentle in her voice.
"You write truthfully. I think, you are the right person for these people. They chose you for the awards. They did a good thing."
Yoongi turns towards her but, she is not looking at him.
She is looking at her feet, where his lyrics, his soul lays bare and vulnerable.
For her to see his wounds and scars without even looking at him.
"All artists. . .most of them. They sugarcoat the world. They make it seem the way people want it to look. But, you,"
A content sigh escapes past her ambrosial lips.
And, then, she is looking at him.
In the eyes.
Brown meets black.
His mask crumbles to bits.
"You show people the world as it is. Harsh. Unforgiving. Merciless."
Yoongi bites on his tongue, then on his lips.
Because, if he spills his emotions now.
There's no going back.
"You know why I was crying earlier?" She asks.
Yoongi only finds enough strength in himself to shake his head in denial.
"Because, I'm one of those artists.
The ones who only know the brighter side of the world.
Where there is only love.
The kind which doesn't break hearts."
She is picking up the sheets in her lap.
The ones he was working on before deciding to take a walk.
She extends the papers towards him.
"Today, you taught me that there is so much to the world."
His breath hitches.
"So much more than just love."
Yoongi hears what she doesn't say.
I'm proud of you.
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Dalliance | MYG
FanfictionYoongi is an artist. Yet, he feels like a weary soldier. Has taken so many bullets that the wounds keep on taking in darkness. So much that Yoongi feels like he is the night sky. And, one particular midnight, Yoongi finds his moon. Or: In this one...
