so far away | yoonkook

dusk : 28

"why are we here again?"

"you're going to teach me ballroom."

seokjin laughs, bringing a hand against his stomach and clutches onto it for an added effect. though, his intentions weren't solely for the purpose on bringing offense, it was more of an immediate response.

the blond host's fit makes yoongi's brows furrow. bemused. he didn't think it'd be that funny though he already knew it was a bit ridiculous since it didn't seem like he was interested in dance at all. but he wasn't expecting for seokjin to react the way he did. now he's even more embarrassed. insulted, especially.

"are you done?" yoongi leans his hip against the brick mantle, gawking at seokjin as the blond continues to shake his head in sheer disbelief.

oh, it was news for him alright.

"hold on. last one." seokjin holds up his pointer, wheezing loudly as he tries to catch himself. "okay. alright."

yoongi drones. "just because I don't look it, doesn't mean I'm not serious."

they're back at the park, at the same spot they stayed at during their last visit together.

from the looks of it, the fire tree had shed more leaves compared to before. these stack on top of one another and scatter around them like lost letters caught in the wind, their memories fading, contents draining of their former shades and glory.

yellow, orange, red, and brown seemed an accurate representation of people and how their mood transitioned. quite predictable, quite not at the same time. sometimes the colors were mismatched and ordered differently, the darkest coming first and the lightest coming last. quiet tones came in the middle.

but other times softer hues could overpower these extremities like a subtle gust gained its advance being on top of the list of things yoongi considered calming. modest shades, like jungkook's cheeks against the blow of heat, were easy on the eyes yet they made yoongi's ribcage rattle somewhat albeit the gentleness laced in them.

the sun sets far on the east today.

when once the skies breathed singular shades for many days, yoongi would've never imagined an eruption of tint obscuring the firmament in the solemn city of seoul.

today, before the sun hides under the tides of the sea, it bids a humble farewell, blessing day's end with a silent kiss of pink, purple, and blue. not a mixture of colors but a collaboration instead, with a smooth transition from one shade to the other.

"can I ask why you're doing this?" seokjin stands in front of yoongi, the guy fitting his hands inside his jean pockets.

"you can but you may not know why." yoongi lifts one of his brows. a smirk rests on his lips. he's keening at seokjin in chaste amusement.

"so do we just go around selling dope afterwards then I get paid with colored buttons and lint?"

"depends if that's what you want. do you feel like stooping lower than your given standards?"

"I would say 'I dated namjoon' to prove a point but I'd just be lying to myself. he's way above my given standards."

honest chuckles makes yoongi's chest seem looser. he appreciates the fact that seokjin decides to play along.

"I would say that 'that's rude as fuck' but since you're already admitting your future faults, I'll take us back where we started. you're going to teach me ballroom."

turning his head the other way meant seokjin was unsure. yoongi knows this since he does it too.

in fact, he saw a lot of himself in the blond, given the reality that yoongi's hair had even been bleached to a lighter shade compared to his usual brown, he was practically a blond himself. not that he would ever pride himself by being labelled one, though. but yoongi feels he resonates with seokjin more than with any other person, really. more so with him than jungkook or even hoseok.

"I don't know, yoongi-ssi."

maybe it was the fact that he moved smoothly from silly to serious or the fact that he could mix humor with his concerns, something yoongi had liked doing whenever he talked to hoseok.

in those moments, yoongi had always been a bit too hopeful that hoseok read pass his filters and understood what he was really trying to get through.

"why is that?"

hoseok never knew that yoongi only liked hinting a lot of things because he couldn't say them directly. yoongi had always thought that easing worries into a chase would be more meaningful instead of giving everything away at once.

"it's just that, I haven't danced for quite a while now. I don't want to disappoint you if ever I'm a bit clumsy."

yoongi also liked being chased by the people he cared about. it made him feel valued.

"I call bull."

even though yoongi knew it was wrong.

"yeah, you're right. I am a god after all. I mean is there anything I can't do?" seokjin shrugs, opening his palms as he gestures for yoongi to answer.

the younger tips his head to one side, scanning seokjin over. "namjoon."

"I'll bet you I can." the host brings his face mere inches from yoongi's, his expression a combination of taunt and slyness.

yoongi's breath nearly hitches, finds himself flushing at their proximity. "I don't have time to participate in gambles. if you want to sleep with him, man, be my guest. I only asked for you to teach me ballroom and it seems like my constant reminders are getting us nowhere."

"you're distracting me with all these nonsense. time is a flying, my good sir. let's get on with the lesson shall we?"

"what was I even saying?"

he bows slightly before yoongi, offers his hand out for him to take and once yoongi does, he pulls him forward into their starting position. yoongi's cheeks flare up again, forcefully acquainted by the sudden closeness and the foreign connection of palms on palms.

later on, he will have missed a few steps or had done one too many to collide with seokjin in a way he wasn't supposed to. but he learns the routine. for a few slightly dreadful hours, yoongi learns. 

soon enough the lights drain and the winds get colder. the night arrives and the moon hangs up above. it offers a kind welcome, a quiet hello.

yoongi looks surreal under the moonlight, seokjin thinks. almost as if he was holding onto a figment of his own dream.