~ Yoongi met him when he was sixteen. ~
It happened in summer. Stars were shining bright in the night sky and Yoongi went for a walk in the warm night. He has always liked the night. Others were sleeping in their beds but he had the privilege to roam around alone, stars, moon and thoughts as his companions. His friends liked to joke that he was a stereotypical vampire: pale, days passed sleeping while nights explored to death. It wasn't his fault that he liked the silence, not a fan of interrupted ideas that noise brings. Yoongi went to the nearby park. No one knew but along with music he really liked stargazing. Watching those delicate dots that has died years ago making the night sky more elegant was fascinating for him. He would lay down on the park's grass by the pond and just let his mind run free until sleep got the best of him.
How long do you think they lived?
Hey, look! That pattern looks like dog and-
No, stupid. It looks like cat.
Hah, pathetic. Cat? Are you blind?
I know who else is stupid AND pathetic.
Why you always fight?
It's cold tonight.
Because he's stupid and doesn't know anything.
It takes one to know one, doesn't it?
He sighs. Sometimes Yoongi wished he had a mute button for the voices in his head. Or something that would make them quiet down a bit. Other times, when he was feeling lonely, he was glad to have them, even if they insulted him. But this was not that time. "Oh god, just shut up." He murmured to the night sky. Yet again his wish got ignored as voices in his head started yelling louder and louder, degrading not only each other but Yoongi too. He grasped strands of his bleached hair and pulled them while groaning. He sat up and threw his head back, mouth open in silent laughter. No, he wasn't stupid. He was told that he's the smartest in his class.
Maybe they all lied to you.
Why do you think they leave but we stay?
Liars leave but we stay.
We don't lie and we won't leave.
We're your friends.
"Maybe they lied?" he frowned. "But they're my teachers and friends." He tried to reason with the voices. His friends wouldn't lie to him, would they? He trusted them.
Sweetheart, everyone lies.
Yes, yes. But we don't.
He decided to call it a night and go back home to sleep. Yoongi stood up and stretched. He was tired and, more importantly, he felt like someone was watching him again. It's not every night that he's here but time after time he feels like that, like there's someone behind him, someone in the dark shadows watching his every step. Yoongi turned around and walked backwards while watching if there really was someone. When he saw that once again there was no none, he let out a breath of relief. As he turned around, he stopped in tracks to not crash on someone.
"Whoa, sorry." The stranger said. Yoongi thought he had nice voice.
Yoongi let out a startled breath. "No, no. It was my fault, I wasn't looking."
"Well, obviously but I could have had easily avoided you. It's not like we're in a narrow side street." The stranger, a boy near his age and height, much to Yoongi's surprise, shot back tilting his head to the side and letting a smile appear on his face.
Yoongi laughed and nodded. "Yeah, I guess so."
"What are you doing here at 3am anyway?" The boy asked.
"I could ask you the same thing."
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In the night (it's where we meet) | yoonmin
FanfictionYoongi met him when he was sixteen.