Isn't forbidden love delicious?when you can't help yourselves from falling..even though you know you're not supposed to.one of those silent lover's pacts..which you can only whisper in between those stolen moments.
The heavy bass of the music echoed against the dark walls of the club as Yoongi made his way through the crowd, his heart a mix of reluctance.
Jungkook, bouncing beside him, seemed to radiate electricity, his energy contagious.
“Come on! Let’s enjoy the night! This will definitely lighten your mood!” Jungkook chirped, his eyes glinting with excitement.
But Yoongi could only manage a half-hearted nod, his mind already bogged down with thoughts too heavy for nights like these.
When a swarm of girls approached them, giggling and giggling, the air thick with flirtation, Yoongi merely walked past them, his gaze unfocused and distant.
He felt a familiar weight in his chest—a heaviness born from the shadows of the previous incident as he flicked his wrist to dismiss their advances.
He knew the routine by heart: dance, flirt, drink, repeat. But Yoongi had currently no interest in chasing desires that felt so foreign to him.
He took another sip from his drink, a bitter reminder of the bar's offerings.
The dance floor became his backdrop as Jungkook’s laughter echoing above the music—he monopolized the stage, a dazzling light amidst the stormy atmosphere.
The younger boy’s energy radiated around him like a golden aura, an effortless dance that was magnetic and almost hypnotic to watch.
Yoongi, however, was unlike the rest; he preferred to linger in the shadows, observing rather than participating.
He brought the cool glass to his lips, closing his eyes for just a moment, savoring the burn of the liquor sliding down his throat.
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The rhythmic chaos enveloped him, yet he felt painfully detached.
He turned his thoughts inward, recalling the girl with the teary eyes who had approached him earlier in the evening, only to be met with his usual cold shoulder.
Commitment? It was a word he despised, like a splinter in his mind.
At this point in his life, love seemed like a sin he’d never commit, an indulgence he had long since denied himself.
He gulped his drink in one swift motion, feeling the fire ignite within him as he set the empty glass down, glancing around the room. And that was when he saw him.
There, just beyond the light's reach, a figure emerged for the briefest of moments.
The glow from a fiery candle illuminated his face, and Yoongi was spellbound.
The boy stood confidently, caught in a dance that seemed almost surreal.
His hair cascaded perfectly over his forehead, framing a face that was enthralling—lips glistening like cherry blossoms bathed in morning dew.
