my last dance | myg x bts

blood

here he is, staring at the motorcycles lined up in beautiful arrays and columned sections- almost like a formation of birds.

yoongi finds himself wondering about his own original intentions. he's at a motorcycle show near the ocean for god's sake! he doesn't even live near the ocean but he saw a sign for a tour from the city to the beach and a ride back for only thirty dollars, and yoongi decided earlier that groceries aren't that important; an instinct keeps pulling him to the ocean, goddammit, he's going to the ocean.

what he fails to read is the part on the brochure where it is explained that this is a tour for the motorcycle industry and the relevant history behind it.

there's rainbows falling onto his skin, the crystals from the fiberglass of one of the motorcycles being the perpetrator. teal and royal blue shimmer in thousands of split rays, the pink skies circling overhead of an orange sun. min yoongi shouldn't love the view this much, but it's calmer than any of the dreams he's had of the ocean for the past few weeks.

suddenly, he's taken back to the deep blue waters, high tides crashing into his pale body over and over again, the once bright skies turning peppered with grey clouds and he's sinking again, cold metal bumping into his skin-

yoongi doesn't realize he's hyperventilating until someone's touching his shoulder. tears are swimming down his cheeks and he has goosebumps running down his arms. "dude, the tour bus is leaving soon. i didn't know you felt so strongly about our motorcycles, though," the timbre voice chuckles.

"the to-tour bus? oh, shit! did it leave already?" yoongi's eyes are frantic, and he's wiping away the water pooling under his chin until- until he turns around to face the stranger.

he's tall, with a chatoyant smile as warm and as pretty as the sun is tonight. the rumble of the bus' engine growls before fading into the street. "oh shit, i missed the bus- i- i can't get home and i'm really going to drown in the ocean this time- oh my god, i'm going to die out here."

the man is chuckling again, a hand resting on the crown of pink hair atop of yoongi's head. "i can take you," he snorts, "but you have to do me a little favor. it won't take long, i swear."

"i- i'm not doing anything sexual." yoongi's blushing but he's glad to have made the point. "oh heavens no. i want you to eat with me before we go. on the water."

yoongi sees the radiance being exerted off the glowing man's skin and he feels safe, protected almost. like he's being watched over.

"only if you do one thing for me in return," he pauses to clear his throat before returning to meet the pair of onlooking eyes. "my name's yoongi. what's yours?"

it feels like hours pass before he speaks, pink lips parting and tan skin wrinkling around his nose; in reality, the sun went down, dripping underneath the pinkened seas in less than two minutes.

"i'm kim taehyung."