So Far Away | Min Yoongi

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He's a work of art.

Every part of his face must be sculpted by a great artist for him to look like this. I watched him as he peacefully sleeps. He looks like an angel. A pure innocent angel.

How did I get so lucky?

How can someone like this human be with someone like me? To actually love me? What did I ever do to become this lucky?

I continued to stare at his face with a vigorous smile, and even though my body felt a little sore here and there, it felt nothing at all once I woke up to seeing his face. He then opens his eyes, blinking twice before he do so, then flashes me a half smile as he wakes up.

"What are you looking at?" he asks as he closes back his eyes, his mouth forming a cute o shape as he yawns like a baby.

"Just admiring you." I admit, giggling.

"You just love me so much, don't you?" He pokes my cheek lightly.

I nodded. "Mm-hm."

I still couldn't believe that I shared one of the most important events in my life with him, the person I love the most. Everything is once again perfect, almost too perfect that I felt a sudden burden inside of me.

Because I know that after tonight, we are all going back to normal.

That normal being him and I sneaking around just to talk to each other, or even just to hold each other's hands. I would lie continuously to my parents, knowing how much I am risking just so I could see his face.

I'm not the only person who finds it difficult, I am well aware of that. But the fact that I know he's hurting and can't get the freedom he has been fighting for since the beginning makes me feel like I am in a play, and that play is slowly coming to an end.

"What's wrong?" He asks, his thumb gently caressing my cheek.

"It's just..." I started. "How did you even manage to ask your parents for a little vacation like this after what you did?"

"You mean after I burned the piano?" He asks, chuckling as he pulls his hand away. He turns and looks at the ceiling as he bends both of his arms and lays his head on top of his hands, just right on top of the pillows. "My brother helped me. He gave me the idea to look for universities."

"Did it work?" I ask.

"Well, i'm here now." He replies. "I thought it wasn't going to work because they were both so mad at me. Even angrier when they caught us in my room."

"Don't you find it weird though?" I ask him, wrapping my arm around him as I scooch over, my head laying flat on his bare chest. "I mean, they send you off alone to look for universities. And even then, it's overnight. Aren't you a little suspicious?"

He takes a deep breath, my cheeks feeling his chest deflate and inflate. "They probably think that they're going to get rid of me after high school anyway, so might as wel-"

"What are you saying?" I cut him off, looking up at him as I pull back a little. "Didn't we both say that we won't let that happen?"

"I know, I know." He says, pulling my head back down to his chest gently with his palm.

"We both know it's not easy but I am certain that we'll find a way." I mumble, reassuring myself.

I can't let him go. Not again.

"Well..." he whispers, his fingers playing with my hair. "I... might know a way."

"What is it?" I ask, but before he could answer, something from the desk connected to the head board was vibrating, and it both took us a second before we realize that it was his phone.

He grabs it as fast as a lightning striking the dark sky, and gulps before he answers the call. He sits down and looks at me in the eyes before he presses the button.

"Who is it?" I asked, but he already had answered the call and couldn't reply to me.

I cover my naked body with the white linen sheets as I wait for him, sitting down onto the bed.

"Hello," he says a bit nervously, his eyes shifting ever second. "Yes... yes... okay... I understand. Thank you."

As he hangs up the phone and tosses it into the pillows, he screams in excitement and lets out a high pitched shout that I didn't know he was capable of producing.

"Who is it? What is it?" I ask, watching him as he jumps up and down to the bed, wearing nothing but his boxers on. He stretches his arms up and down as he do so, his hands forming fists of victory.

He plops back down and sits in front of me. He holds both of my shoulders, his fingers squeezing me a little. This smile he is showing me is the best of his smiles, even better than my favorite. His eyes formed a crescent moon that I almost couldn't see and he smiles from ear to ear, showing off his pink and healthy set of gums.

"An agency called me and they're asking me to g-" He says so fast that I couldn't keep up. Questions start to arise in my mind, and it felt like he had no time to answer each and every single one of it.

"Whoa, slow down." I say, calming him down a little.

"Jagi, this is huge." He says, not being bothered by the way he called me jagi again as much as I am. Not that I didn't want him to call me that, but I wish he'd call me that all the time.

"There was a producer watching the contest I participated in and he contacted this agency and-"

"When did all of this happen?" I ask, trying to keep up with every word he says.

"It doesn't matter," he replies, unhesitatingly planting a quick kiss on my lips. "What matters is that they're asking me to audition for this agency."

"What? Why?" I ask again.

He shakes his head, surrendering in trying to explain it to me. He lets out another squeal as he lets go of me and freely bounces down into the bed, his arms both spread wide open like he's some type of an eagle that is ready to fly.

"I think i'm going to be a producer."