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“WHO are you?”
Those were the first words Jeongguk said to him. A little tentative. A little curious. He was only seventeen after all, and at seventeen curiosity is the emotion at the forefront of everyone's mind.
There he had been, only just arrived at his summer house, his parents out front, having the Butler unpack the luggage; while he had ran to the back. He had always loved the view from there; green sloping hills as far as the eye could see. An occasional farm along the way. But it was mostly the sunset that caught his attention. Delicate rays of orange, red, yellow, blue, purple, spread out over the sky, a kaleidoscopic palette against an enormous canvas. It was a ritual, a ritual performed annually, on this date, at this time, as soon as they would reach this place to spend the next four months.
Only this time, Jeongguk's ritual had been rudely interrupted.
“I ask again; who are you and what are you doing here? This is private property.”
The raven haired boy only smirked slightly, tilting one side of his lips upwards endearingly. He looked older, nineteen or twenty. His grayish blue eyes twinkled mischievously as he lay back down on the grass, as if daring the younger to contradict him.
“Please sir, if my parents find you here, it won't be very—”
“Have them try.”
His octave was mocking, low, having already passed by through puberty. It had the gravel to it that Jeongguk wanted so much to sound like, but his vocal cords just wouldn't listen to his endless pleas.
So he stood there in silence, focusing on how the rays made the stranger's skin shine golden, until he realized that the latter had one eye open and was staring back bemusedly. Cheeks staining a plum that he hoped wouldn't be very noticeable, the brunette averted his gaze.
“What's your name?”
His voice was much gentler now, much less mocking. It warmed Jeongguk down to the tips of his fingers.
“J-Jeon Jeongguk, sir.”
A chuckle reverberated out through the stranger's throat at the pet name. “That's really pretty.”
“Thank y—”
“Jeongguk!? Jeon Jeongguk who are you talking to back there?!” The demand issued by none other than the brunette's mother carried out from the front of the Villa. Jeongguk frantically switched his anxious gaze between the house and the stranger, who had one eyebrow raised, as if saying, well go on and tell on me.
“No one, mom. It's just me.” Jeongguk called back at last, earning a (was it pride?) approving look from the ravenette.
“See? You're learning already. C'mere sit down.”
And Jeongguk did, and there they stayed in silence, watching the golden orb slowly sink down and disappear behind the landscape. Only once it did, did the elder move, fidgeting in his pocket to bring out an unlit cigarette.
“Shoot, I forgot my lighter. Can you bring me one?”
Jeongguk gulped nervously. He knew where his father kept the small metallic object, but his parents had never allowed him to mess with fire and—
“Oh, come on. I'll give you a kiss afterwards, if you like?”
The offer made the tips of Jeongguk's ears turn red. He would like to think that that hadn't been the reason which made him follow out the stranger's orders, but he'd be lying to himself if that were the case. He stole inside and (dodging his parents) got the lighter from the second drawer to the right in his father's study.
“Wow, I can't believe you had the guts to do that.”
Jeongguk frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” the cigarette lit up in a bright flare of orange, which died down as quickly as it came. “You seem like one of those preppy, rich boys, yeah? The ones who couldn't hurt a fly, yet here we are.”
Jeongguk really wouldn't want to hurt a fly, but there was no reason the latter had to know that.
“You surprised me, Jeongguk.”
The brunette flushed at the praise, at the way the latter had rolled his name around his tongue in a delicious manner, and was now gazing intently at his face, as if to memorize his every feature.
“T-the...” Jeongguk couldn't get the words out. The stranger cocked his head to one side. Under the moonlight, his raven hair shone like the brightest silver. It was really distracting.
“The kiss?” Jeongguk flushed more as the latter completed his request for him. “The kiss, is that what you're trying to say?”
An anxious nod.
“Wow, I knew you were rebellious, but I didn't know you'd go around kissing strangers whom you don't even know the name of.” The stranger chuckled, taking a long draft from the cigarette.
“And besides, I gotta go. Nice meeting ya, kid.”
Jeongguk panicked as the ravenette stood up and reached out to clutch his hand with both of his.
“You'll come tomorrow, right sir?” he hated how weak his voice sounded, as compared to the gravel of the other.
“Sure, and the name's Yoongi.”
And then he was gone, jumping over the back fence and getting swallowed up by the shadows.
And Jeongguk was left behind with nothing but the faint scent of strawberries and cigarettes wafting through the air.
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a/n; i would like to paint this but i cant paint so
Happy Halloween btw! hv fun & stay spooky~ what r yall dressing up as?
