my last dance | myg x bts

never

yoongi watched as the paintings moved to life in the empty observatory. he's the last one to stay in here after the meeting, climbing up and down empty staircases to run a finger along the murals, singing hymns he had read in one of the books he had picked up. as he climbed up the staircase, the closer to the top yoongi had gotten, a figure that looked like him began to appear on the mural. the figure had massive wings sprouting from his back, the skies turned a dark shade of purple that seemed to move along with the body.

a feeling clung to yoongi's body, sprites sticking to his skin when the final movement from the painting was yoongi's lifeless body falling from the clouds down into the growing sea below. a question he's had remains unanswered, but many more pop up.

why am i here?

::

the boys begin preparation for the festival the very next day. hoseok, namjoon and yoongi talk about themes, small painted cherubs circumnavigating the walls around the room. "so, theme. whatcha got, seok?" namjoon twists strands of gray hair between his fingers while staring intently at the other angel in the room. "okay, so, nothing crazy obviously, but i was thinking, like, what if we could have a soul cluster. like, think about it, joon, it's pretty different from the past few ones we've had and it's like paying homage to the universe, kinda... right?"

namjoon lulls his head to the side, pink lips pursed in thought. "hmm, guess it could work. what would our center shrine be?" sprites began to spiral around in glowing beats of blue and yellow, encircling the three celestial bodies. "so, like, you know those big stones Thalia keeps in the closets? we could make her a throne out of those stones! i'm sure she'll like it!"

yoongi cocked an eyebrow, suddenly gaining interest in the conversation with Thalia's name being spoken. "she keeps stones in the closet?" looking around the observatory, the only other doors that led to a closet was a slim oak slab with a rusted, brass knob. it looked out of place in the polished and furnished expanse of this room, so maybe that was the closet.

hoseok hums in response, standing up in a rush to show yoongi to the stones with a disapproving look from namjoon. "i don't think that's safe. i mean, it's too strong for him now. why don't you show him at the festival?" the cherubim chuckles nervously, sprites crawling up and down namjoon's back in pink waves as namjoon lightly squirms from their fluttering touches.

"i know this is very uh... human of me, if you will, but what if we did something movie themed? we could do a ghibli film, or musicals, or- or something? it's a dumb idea, i guess-" namjoon cuts him off with a inquisitive hum whereas hoseok quirks a brow. "am i supposed to understand what a ghibli is, or...?" yoongi's eyes widen for a mere second before stumbling over his words. "you don't know what studio ghibli is? it's- it's an animation studio in japan that makes good movies."

namjoon clicks his tongue at yoongi. "ghibli films are very good. they are exemplary pieces of the human condition. you need to see the movies to really understand their value."

there's a slight pause in the conversation when taehyung peaks in through the archway. "did you say we're gonna watch a movie? jimin! jungkook! we're gonna watch a movie tonight!" his face seems to jump in glee while yoongi's completely drops. the angel is only wearing a golden wreath upon his hair and nothing below that. a lump forms in yoongi's throat. he squeezes his eyes shut and tries to imagine being anywhere but here- sitting in front of taehyung's bare crotch- sitting in front of taehyung's large bare crotch.

the thought of the ocean makes his fingers tingle and suddenly he's there, sitting on the sand, motorcycle engines revving in the distance. it would have been nice if this were on earth, but the damned angels cast a spell on yoongi to keep him in scuselysia. at least he was away from the others for now.

"yoongi?" jungkook's shadow covers his back.

::

dark waves roll over his pale body, lungs heaving with the stinging water that crawls into his breaths. yoongi is on the verge of collapse when he feels his body being pulled up by the currents, completely and utterly alone when he manages to breathe in. that's when he also realizes that he's above a large mass. a closer look and there's the eye of a large blue whale. logically, it's impossible to be swallowed by a whale and to survive because a whale's esophagus is too small to consume a whole human.

yet, this isn't a logical space. this is a place where yoongi can easily manipulate the weather, teleport and build, break down and cause decay. so, this becomes the new logic as he accepts his fate: a large mouth that consumes him whole. the mouth of a blue whale.

::

"so, you want to align your mind to the edge and think about what you want. you got it?" jungkook hangs upside down from a nearby tree, wearing shorts only at yoongi's request, otherwise completely out in the open. it takes all in the older to not look over and ogle at the apollo's abs. he almost misses hoseok's smirk.

"concentrate, young grasshopper. i still have a whole 'nother hour with you," the cherubim says. yoongi mutters an apology under his breath.

"sorry, my mind was on... other things," yoongi breathes, eyes still lingering on the youngest boy. hoseok playfully swats at him, muttering a playful 'yah' under his breath. "get your mind out of the gutter! focus, yoongs. now, close your eyes and align to the edge. we'll start with something small, like... try a pencil."

a fragrant breeze blows by, the sound of grass and pollen drifting in the wind. align your mind, align your mind... align and yet, all yoongi can think about is golden skin, moles littering neck and face, pink lips... it's kinda strange what shade yoongi's face turns when hoseok yells at him for the second time. "focus! you need to be good with the magic in the realm before Thalia comes back or else we're screwed. she'll yell at me and she's scary when she gets angry."

yoongi sighs, eyes still closed. "well, hoseok, that's not really my problem is it? besides, i'm trying really hard to align my mind but all i feel is... is..." time slows down for a few seconds and it's evident in the way the breeze barely caresses his skin. the sound of the rustling leaves is near nonexistent and yoongi almost feels compelled to ruin the illusion by opening his eyes until warm fingers press into his skin.

carefully, the disjointed voice warns, heated presence guiding yoongi into position. he's a foot off the ground with his legs bent and arms raised over his center. speak! carefully now. and yoongi spoke. "wide river, rocks and moss." his body was suddenly thrust back into the present realm where hoseok stood over his laying body. "what the fuck? where did you go? when i said align, i didn't mean fucking project your astral form into the next galaxy. jesus christ, excuse my language."

jungkook watched even further away, hands picking at the bark of a sickly tree. water began flooding in at his ankles and jagged rock formations jutted from the cold earth. yoongi's request slowly became reality on a smaller scale, the river as shallow as a few inches. trickling streams flowed around pebbles. yet. it felt like a success and that's all yoongi was really interested in.