BTS IMAGINES

Yoonmin × The Melody

The melody crashed down upon him in subtle waves as he let his mind drift to a place far beyond his knowledge.

He doesn't want to think at this time.

These tranquil noises morph from waves to stems, engulfing his flaccid limbs. The male feels them growing over his skin ever so slightly as he inhales one last time.

He doesn't want to breathe at this time.

His body starts to jerk in all directions but with such elegant grace swaying flowers are of no comparison. His eyelids drop to quickly become sewn.

He doesn't want to see at this time.

With a delicate song came harsh motions. These motions were made blindly. It's appearance unknown to the creator but cherished by those who were lucky enough to witness the mastermind at work. He himself was the creator, the mastermind behind these motions of nothing but everything within.

All he wanted was to feel.

It's when a muffled voice is heard that the motions halt and fictional stitches rewind out from his eyes to reveal sight. Mouth is left agape for a much needed breath as stems turn to buds, transform into waves, and rapidly recede. His skin is left bare as he stands on tingling limbs, bullets of sweat climbing down his head that has regained its mind.

"Nice performance, Jimin" He deciphers before looking at a familiar face.

"I know" Is the short reply.

The male hears footsteps coming in his direction correctly corresponding to his now calmed heartbeat.

Eyes of undefiled coffee stare into his, hypnotizing his very being.

Soon enough, his breath is whisked away by the soft lips that meet his own in a matter of seconds.

He didn't think.
He didn't breathe.
He didn't see.
He felt.

Min Yoongi was his dance, his love, and he savored every little beat produced by his heart and the melody.

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× Kai