15 Days till New Year

DAY 12

Dear Readers.

I am writing this story because I love it, but also because I want to tell an important message. Art should mean something, as it is the medium in which we express our meanings. For this reason, I decided my art should carry an important social message as its subtext. I am sorry if this angers people, but it's something I feel in my heart of hearts is important.

The story's not having meaning is the downfall of society imho.

So please read and be inspired for change.

Thank you.

-SUGA RUSH

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Yoongi stopped and gazed into space.

Oh no.

It was happening; He couldn't help thinking about Namjoon again. He tried not to. Desperate to avoid the thoughts that could not be, no, - would not be held back.

But like dozens of unstoppable space ninjas, they came creeping forward till they filled His brain;

Namjoon's smile shined like tin foil, as impressive as a skyscraper, it filled the space elevator and Yoongi was helplessly but willingly absorbed into them.

Namjoon's eyes were like gala apples. If you rolled them they would go quite far.

Namjoon's legs were like a space elevator. Straight and tight.

Namjoon's chest was like a Spacecommanders. Powerful and impossible to ignore.

How could Yoongi not be helpless in the face of that? He wanted to hug Namjoon so much, and maybe, just maybe kiss Him one day.

Yoongi snapped out of it. But the thoughts of Namjoon would be back. Would He be able to resist next time?

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It was a dark and stormy night...

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Interlude:

Yoongi was finding it hard to concentrate on this movement his thoughts kept trying to think of Namjoon. Despite what was happening, it was hard to focus!

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Summary:

I suck at writing summaries. Besides the 'fic isn't that long!

Yoongi was sitting behind his desk. He felt the tears well up in his eyes. After their last adventure, Yoongi found out just exactly how cruel people could be. How nasty and inconsiderate real humans were? Yoongi stared at a picture of a polar bear. A magnificent beast who would not hesitate to kill him but at least it would be quick. Not an overlong conspiracy of many years, just to be unleashed on him when he was at his weakest and darkest moment. When he needed his friends the most.

But there had been one tiny ray of light in this whole. Yoongi remembered fondly the day he discovered it. It was a Tuesday morning he remembered. The memories surfaced before his mind's eye and took the most wonderful shapes. Before Yoongi well knew it, a single tear welled up in his eyes and trickled down his cheek.

Because even when all his 'friends' betrayed him, there was one consistent factor in his life:

And Yoongi knew that the rising aspirations between them could never become true, the feelings Yoongi had for them were the only thing in this world that still felt true to him. No lies, just that single, pure sense and feeling for.

Alas, Yoongi thought to himself hopelessly. Why must they battle? Why must Yoongi be destined to destroy? Can he ever tell how much means to Yoongi?

If only he could. Then all his pain would be over. No more betrayal. No more suffering under the laughter from (who told him she loved him, only to stab him right in the heart on Valentine's Day!). No, only Yoongi's true feelings for Her.