"why'd you call me here?" he asked, taking a seat on one of the camp stools. jiraen sat on the other one beside him.
"i was bored, and i felt like you when i saw inside my room."
"felt like me?" he raised an eyebrow as he wrapped the blanket that he brought with him around her.
"locked up, away and distant from those outside." she mumbled, feeling cozy under the blanket's warmth.
"you could've just called me, you know. i was going to your room anyway." yoongi passed the think pair of socks to her, in which she accepted and started to wear.
"yeah, about that," she looked at him. "don't go to my room anymore."
"why?"
"it's a secret."
"you're keeping secrets from me, now, huh?"
"it's going to be a surprise so don't a spoil yourself. even if you'd miss this," she pointed at herself. "beautiful face so much."
"whatever you say, girly."
"hey, yoongi."
"what?"
"what would you do if everyone was ugly?"
"i don't think that's going to happen because by everyone, that includes me. and i can't be ugly."
"you are."
"have you seen my face, woman? are you blind?"
"sadly, i'm not blind. but i wish i was so i don't have to see..." a disgusted look was on her face as she looked at him, "that."
"this?"
"thatㅡoh, for crying out loud! just answer my question."
"well, if people were all ugly... i don't know." he sighed, "i think it'd be just normal."
"except for the fact that nobody dies."
"what?"
she smiled, "do you know why people say nobody's ugly and that we're all beautiful in our own ways?"
"why?"
"it's because all of us will die eventually." jiraen hugged the blanket closer to her and stared ahead, maybe looked at the night view, or to nothing in particular. "but some people are just a little prettier than others, that's why they leave sooner."
"but what about those that die because of old age?"
"they'll still leave eventually. maybe those darkened parts of them represent the wrinkles, but if you remove those away, they'd look beautiful."
"you're beautiful." he said nonchalantly.
"i know."
"i'm taking it back, you're uglier than my ass."
"you must have a very fine ass, yoongi."
"my ass is flattered."
"you're welcome."
he smiled, and looked up, "seems like mr. giant's been attacked by a lot of bad creatures tonight."
jiraen did the same and stared at the sky, "mr. giant, you should fix your handkerchief!" she yelled.
"what are you doing?"
"letting everything go."
yoongi stared at her for a few seconds before he cupped his mouth, "mr. giant, what did you do for these creatures to attack you? it's making me worry!"
"mr. giant, i hope you have enough to cover those holes! there's a lot!"
"bad creates, please stop attacking mr. giant's handkerchief! mr. giant did nothing wrong!"
"mr. giant, is it true that you did nothing wrong?" jiraen giggled as she screamed.
"mr. giant, i hope this certain girl knows that i kind of like her very much!"
"bad creatures, i hope you attack yoongi instead of mr. giant's handkerchief!"
yoongi raised an eyebrow before shouting again, "mr. giant, let this girl know she's the prettiest person among all these ugly people!"
"bad creatures, please start planning your attack for yoongi!"
"mr. giant, please tell girly that i will still like her a lot even if years pass by!"
there was a few seconds of silence, and yoongi was confused to why she wasn't yelling back, so he look at her. jiraen coughed and laughed before yelling.
"mr. giant, let yoongi never forget that he's the ugliest person among all these ugly people! and don't worry, i already know how pretty i am!"
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making my own try hard deep theories yikes ;-((
tbh it's so hard to make this as angsty as i can bc i'm listening to this lit kpop playlist
