Tomorrow is a blur for everyone but not for her. She knows too well that her future is just a repeat of her past. Bloody. Cold. Bruised. That will be her. Will she risk to have that tomorrow again just to treasure the blink of happiness before it w...
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"I can't stop feeling that there is something you are hiding." He said after looking at me from head to toe. Then, his gaze landed on my chest. Out of reflex, I crossed my arms on my chest, hiding it from his view. Wrong move for his cat-like eyes widened in surprise. But I played it well, manly bumping his chest with an awkward smile.
- Memory Journal: The Last, page 7 –
The loudness of silence wakes the voices inside Yoongi's head. He wants to quite it down with Jimin and Jin peacefully sleeping inside their tent. Slowly, he gets up, unzips the tent, and walks down the path towards the rushing waves. He hopes it will drown the thoughts. He hopes that the chill will numb him back to sleep. He hopes that the darkness of the night will eventually swallow him back to dreamland.
He finds a dry spot and sits down. Maybe he take a breather for a very short while. Yet minutes stretch to hours. His eyes are closed but his ears aren't. His head, all the more, is noisier than ever. He feels so alone, until the crunch of the dewy sand rattles his consciousness. His eyes open to the face of his concerned hyung. The latter's face glows from the moonlight, like the moon itself coming down to accompany him. Perhaps, he'll silence the loudness inside him. And as the other smiled, he let him try.
"Does it bother you?"
He fists on the sand. The question pops without any clarification nor introduction. He knows where it came. It's scary how their Jin-hyung knows them so well. However, he doesn't like how it hangs on the air without any ground to land on. Like a feather from the sky seemingly endlessly swaying from every whisper of the wind full of doubts. And if it would ever land, he doesn't know if he could ever wait to know it's answer. He himself doesn't know.
"Yoongi-ah."
Yoongi nibbles on his lips. How can he tell his Jin-hyung his promises to Dal-rae, yet, here he is, second guessing. He has been the hindrance of her happiness. He had always been.
"I just want you to be honest with me." Jin looks at him straight to the eyes. Serious. Unperturbed. Yet, sincere. He mostly avoids eye contact, but with Jin's gaze, he can't do anything but meet his orbs and nods.
"A bit." Yoongi's voice is small. Unsure. "I told her that I will change, yet that scene last night..."
It's like a broken record. Her eyes. Her lips. Her skin sweaty with her graceful dance. Amongst all, the face of fiery passion and the embrace of lust. Her moans were loud on his ears, echoing and awakening something so primal.
"The scene still boils my guts."
He expects the older to get angry but Jin just thoughtfully nods and then looks at the vast horizon. He wonders if his Jin hyung can see the line. The boundary between the heaven and the sea in the darkness of the night. For he only sees that striking line, like a reminder, glimmering on the reflection of the moon.
