The Pull || M. Yoongi

8

Once again, the gentle pitter patter of the rain wrapped around them. It latched onto their memories and coiled their past laughter around their present silence. In a way, it was the only solution that the rain had found as the two lovers had come back to the place where it had all begun. Yet, their usual banter faded against their gazes as they focused on everything yet nothing all at once.

"You never did tell me what you were waiting for that day."

Their relaxed breathing in heavy contrast to their thundering heartbeats.

"You never did tell me that you loved me, Min Yoongi."

Their pinkies hooked in innocent contrast to the night they'd spent together.

"Did I need to?" He mused as she slightly nudged him.

"Before heartlessly telling me that I broke your heart?" She lightly bit her lower lip as he looked up at her. "Yes."

"It was a memorable confession." He started but she shook her head.

"Not after the amicable break-up."

Amicable.

That was the word.

The one that they had trampled before it had even been uttered. The very object of their derision as their hold only seemed to tighten every passing second when it should have let go. It should have let go because their meeting had never been a coincidence. This was only a momentary break they would have to live through until they met again. It was for her safety against the flames of his growing fame. It was for her heart as she would never come second to his grueling dedication ever again despite the tender words he had always whispered against her skin. It was for his sanity as he would never lash out at one for keeping him from the other.

It was for the best.

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