My Moon and His Sun: A Yoonseok/Sope Tragedy

Chapter 1: The Beginning

(Yoongi POV)

Today I saw him.

I saw the man who, for the first time in my life, made me feel as if I was worth something.

For the first time, he made my heart sprout wings with beautiful, glistening feathers and soar above every other nameless, faceless human that was not him.

For the first time, I felt something other than my constant thoughts of pain, dread, and doubt.

I wanted to see him again.

But I couldn't say that to him.

I could never say that to him.

What would he think of me?

He would think I was a creep.

I took a sip of my bitter coffee. It was cold from hours of mindless thoughts thrown back and forth in my brain.

Why did I feel this way?

The departure of the man once again left a hollow, empty sensation in my stomach that could only be fulfilled if I saw him again.

It was a craving.

It was an obsession.

But I couldn't help it.

I needed more.

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I came to the Café every day, just so I might be able to catch a glimpse of the man.

I heard the bells on the door jangle, and I turned in my chair as the man stepped through the door.

I saw him.

The flawless man with dyed, faded blonde hair walked in.

I caught my breath.

I heard him talk, and the husk of what was left of my heart was melted.

His voice was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard.

He looked over in my direction, saw me staring, gaping at him, and he smiled. My face flushes and I quickly looked down.

Stupid. Stupid Min Yoongi.

But my brain couldn't erase the image that was burned into my brain. His smile. Was... beautiful. His heart-shaped smile, the way his eyes almost closed when he laughed. His beautiful, tousled blonde hair, his cheekbones, his... everything.

He was the sun.

And I loved him.