What happen if you take your dare into a trippy game?
Texting your senior asking for sex surely sounds as embarrassing as it should be but what if your senior agreed?
What if we fall in love while playing with each other feeling? Haha just kidding...
Yoongi is still amazed by his own stupidity from that one time. It's midnight currently and here he is laying upside down from his bed with music sheets being tossed everywhere around him. His eyes heavy, sleepy as it already been for three days since he had enough, healthy sleeping schedule.
One week. One week before the party. The day after it would be the final week. Yoongi's music sheet already half done but he surely doesn't know how to continue it up from here. He has no inspiration, nor the motivation to do so.
Picking up the messed up paper into his eye level, Yoongi examined the song title for his last assignment. Euphoria.
A feeling or state of intense excitement and happiness.
He wonder, though, is love also another state of euphoria? Because the moment someone fall in love, they are blinded with feelings called 'happiness'. It's momentary. The love it is. Yoongi know it better than anyone else.
The grief as he regret at the thought he ever love someone who doesn't fully grasp the meaning of it. Who only show their kindness only because it was necessary. It's unfair, the world. People. They speaks love but know nothing about it.
So he created his own Euphoria. Even if it was temporary nothing, at least he can taste a tiny bit of happiness. He also want to believe, that love is real.
Park Jimin is Min Yoongi's euphoria. Even if he is temporary, at least Jimin is real to him. His little mess, his warm sunshine, his delicate moonlight. With him, Yoongi forgot the pain that love has left in him. With him, the scar is slowly fading. With him, Yoongi could smile more sincerely.
Yoongi is a fool. Love is his old enemy and here he is, in the middle of the night, begging love to be his once again. Even if it was temporary, he want the euphoria.
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"You have such delicate voice, kid" Yoongi praised, ruffling the younger's fluffy brown hair.
Blushing madly at the plain compliment, Jungkook grins while turning the next page of the lyrics. Empty.
"You haven't written the rest of it yet?" Jungkook asked softly, his eyes glistened as he watch the older with worrisome across his face. Both song and the lyrics are beautiful but it was too short in Jungkook's opinion, like there's a missing pieces.
"Kinda fucked in the head, there's nothing left. No words. I can't just put poem into lyrics if I myself don't understand what it should mean." Yoongi close his eyes tight, resting his back on the spinning chair as he gestures the younger to take a sit.
"I already heard your voice and I think it really suit you the best, it's good. I will just read some melancholy poems to be my inspiration for the lyrics continuation. I really can't fuck up this one or else I'm gonna be gay CEO to that clothing brand," Yoongi blurted out the last word mindlessly. Then he heard Jungkook choking from his water.
"You're gonna be a what?!" Jungkook yells in disbelieve, his expression hardened.
"A gay CEO."
"Oi shut up a moment, you're rich RICH?" Jungkook is still yelling and Yoongi had to hold himself from bursting out his lungs.
"Get out of this studio kid, I still have a lot of works to do today." Yoongi got up from his seat, taking the lyrics sheet from Jungkook's hand.
"One question." Yoongi bit the nail of his index finger. "I texted Jimin one hour ago and he still hasn't reply me, do you happen to know where did he went missing to?" he asked.
Jungkook's eyes lit up in excitement, the usual sparkling stars in his dilated pupils with his cheeks brighten in warm pink tint.
"I'm going to meet him now, he's with the girlies to discuss about next week competition! Our gang also attending the meeting except for us. But don't worry, I gave them some intellectual reasons so they won't get mad at us. Got to go hyung!" Jungkook speaks fast as fast as he's running away from the studio with the joyous smile ever. Yoongi watch him without blinking but there's small smile on his lips.
Smiling... Happiness... Innocence.. Dreams..
Yoongi gasp to himself as his hands become trembling, Jeon Jungkook is what euphoria would look like in the form of human. It surely is. Except he's not temporary, he's alive and breathing and spreading his warmth toward everyone with his smile and laughter.
Yoongi quickly grab the pen from his table, sitting abruptly in his chair before writing whatever it is blooming in his mind right now. Like some kind of epiphany.
Everything that calm him; the ocean. The dream he's chasing after. How it feel to be able to have feeling once again. The singularity of not being able to understand those around you but able to feel how they feel.
His serendipity: Park Jimin.
Yoongi's fingers isn't working as fast how he want them to be, he's imagining how the song would feel like. Every notes of the melody is dancing along with the lyrics under the moonlight as it form a silhouette of dreamy figure.
Yoongi watch as his euphoria dance his heart content, thanking him for understanding what it mean to feel happiness. Yoongi want to be friend with his euphoria, want to know him more.
It was when his phone start ringing and disturb his daydreaming. Yoongi's heart is very fond of the caller, he pick it up with his smile, answering the call with his softest voice.
"Hyung, everyone agreed to have dinner together, can you come too please? It's been awhile since we talk, I miss you."
Yoongi is stupid and love is his old enemy.
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Me to readers who wants their relationship to work out.
