drabbles | bts (discont)

no rest (for the wicked)

inspired by Ain't no rest for the wicked by Cage the Elephant :~)

warning: ooc (omg), minor character death

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when bright orange and yellow leaves fall to the ground, yoongi knows it's almost winter.

his autumn had been a smooth one - not a lot of bumps in the road. soft unspoken arguments with his friends and the aching nostalgia he felt in his gut when he went around his old highschool, thinking, it was probably a better time then. yoongi decides to not trust nostalgia. the squeaking of his worn out sneakers annoyed him when he was just walking around, appreciating the scenery.

he decides to throw them away, though, they were probably his favorite pair. bright red. he cursed at his past self for buying such an eye catching color, but he had a special place in his heart for them. it kind of felt painful when he threw them in the garbage. but things have to be let go. if the fall was calm, winter will probably be a horrible storm awaiting him.

he knows good things will never last forever.

yoongi's first "i love you" isn't spoken through his own mouth, constantly biting at the phrase.

slowly, calmly, silently.

he only remembers the vibrant bokeh style scenery when his goes on his first date.

slowly, calmly, and silently.

his lips were soft. he bumps their foreheads together gently, affectionately rubbing his nose again's yoongi's, he quietly sighs and brings his lips to yoongi's.

"what are you thinking of?" he asks.

slowly, calmly, silently.

and yoongi smiles.

"you."

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when yoongi first comes out, he paints his room blue.

he wasn't much of an artist, honestly. hoseok told him to. yoongi at first didn't want to, his pretty white walls were enough for him, but when hoseok brushed his lips against yoongi's and grabbed yoongi by the waist to pull him closer, gently painting yoongi's skin with purple and red, yoongi couldn't say no. he just couldn't.

yoongi gazes at hoseok as the light from yoongi's small window drapes itself over hoseok's sun-kissed skin. he can see the small dust particles flying around. the once silent murmuring of the fan grows louder when hoseok smiles a little bit. the slight twitch of his heart shaped lips, curling into a bright smile. it's welcoming.

he presses their lips together again, softly, slowly, and calmly. hoseok brushes his hand against yoongi's heart. it's beating loudly, almost too loud. yoongi nips at hoseok's bottom lip, bringing his arms to wrap around hoseok's neck.

when they come out of his room, pinkies lightly entwined, yoongi can't bring himself to say it. he can't.

"no one should know," yoongi whispers.

"no one?" hoseok puts a hand on yoongi's cheek.

"no one."

and yoongi holds hoseok's hand tightly, walking slowly, calmly, and silently back into his room.

he can't stay in this place forever.

he only feels at home in hoseok's arms.

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yoongi wakes up to iridescent petals scattered across his face, and a blinding sun that graces his eyes. he's lightly buried in fallen leaves. it's cold, but the color of orange and a deep red that scatters around yoongi makes him feel so warm inside. the skies are clear today, the winds come to sigh in his face coldly, despite being wrapped in a large scarf.