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A TAP awoke Jeongguk the next night.
He blinked his tired lids as his vision gradually came into focus at the wide pane against the wall opposite to his bed.
A dark shape was crouching outside, palms resting against the glass and glinting eyes scrutinizing his small form. Jeongguk made to turn on the bedside lamp, and once he did, he sighed in relief. It was Yoongi.
The older boy knocked quietly again, indicating to be let inside. Understanding, Jeongguk climbed out of his covers and padded over to his form. Holy, he had forgotten how pretty those eyes were; blue and gray with a hint of green, looking all the more beautiful with the luminous moon rays reflecting off the glassy orbs.
As soon as the pane slid open, a delicious aroma of strawberries and cigarettes wafted inside, nearly intoxicating the boy, who stumbled.
“Y-yoongi, what are you doing here?” He bit his lip nervously. “If someone catches you—”
“That isn't gonna happen.” his octave sounded so low, so desperate, that it made the brunette stagger slightly. “I wanted to see you.”
“W-why?”
The elder swung himself in and grabbed the front of Jeongguk's shirt, tugging their faces closer. His breath hit the younger boy's lips, who nearly blacked out.
“Come...” they were so close. “...with me...”
And it was so enticing for someone like Jeongguk; a boy bred like royalty practically all his life, home tutored, not a single person he could call friend, overworked, already betrothed to some nameless girl he had never met; it was so beautiful that he had to agree.
Without any other thought except for following this entrancing boy, he nodded breathlessly so that the latter let go of his shirt.
Uttering a breathy, let me get my shoes, he slipped into whatever he could find, and turned back towards the grinning ravenette, who pulled him out the window, so that they were perched on the windowsill, a slight breeze ruffling their hair.
“Where are we going?” Jeongguk felt even more breathless, one hand grasping to his companion's, the other clutching the window's edge.
Yoongi's eyed twinkled mischievously. “Somewhere far away from here, somewhere no one can hurt us, or tell us what to do. Somewhere it's just us two.”
And that was more than enough for Jeongguk.
Yoongi jumped off the low hanging ledge and held his hand out for the younger. Jeongguk's cheeks dusted red at the thought of jumping into the latter's embrace, but he did it nevertheless. Yoongi caught him gracefully, finding it not very hard to do so, since the boy weighed so less.
“My car's at the end of the field.” he murmured, looking down at the boy. Jeongguk nodded, and they started walking through the wet grass.
Normally—if he wasn't sleep deprived, or if it hadn't been such a moonlit night— Jeongguk would have acquired some sort of common sense, given that he had only met this strange boy once before and that too very briefly. But, as his gaze skimmed over the patches of silver moonlight strewn across the tall grass, at the tiny fireflies buzzing around, at the stars lighting up the azure blue sky in a halo of glory, he realized; he couldn't care less about his safety.
That, in addition to the aura Yoongi emitted, so beautiful, so reckless, so daring, it made the young boy want to follow him to the ends of the universe without question.
And so he was.
After a full minute of silent stumbling around the uneven patches of wet grass, Jeongguk felt a hand subtly clutch his own; the fingers intertwining around his in a gentle yet protective manner. The boy glanced up at the form of the latter, who was staring ahead with a slight essence of amusement evident upon his features.
"Yoongi?"
"Yeah?"
"Where do you live?"
A chuckle, laced with bitter emotion. "Somewhere not very nice."
"Oh." Jeongguk tried to keep himself silent, but curiosity wouldn't stop bubbling inside the ravines of his stomach. "Why isn't it nice?"
The elder sighed and Jeongguk knew he had struck a nerve when his hand was dropped. Scared he had upset his new friend, the seventeen year old boy tugged on Yoongi's shirt.
"What is it?"
"I'm sorry."
Yoongi stopped in his tracks and fully turned back, taking in the pitiful sight of the younger hanging his head in melancholy. How cute.
"Hey, it's ok, ok?" Intertwining their fingers again, the ravenette swiped away a couple of locks falling into Jeongguk's eyes. "I'm not mad at all. Now come on."
And thus they continued amid the ever stretching wilderness, their destination becoming all the more prominent the more distance they covered; a single faded red mustang under what Jeongguk assumed to be an old apple tree, it's gnarly roots digging deep inside the earth, fruit glinting blood red in the silvery moonlight.
Yoongi let go of the younger boy's hand to rummage in his jean pocket. In that interval, much too curious, Jeongguk wandered over to the huge trunk and gingerly stroked the rough bark, fingers gently coming into contact with the pits and bumps it consisted of.
He was contemplating whether or not to press his cheek against the rough material, when a cry of annoyance made him spin around.
"What? What is it?" He asked Yoongi, who was furiously patting his entire self, evidently searching for something.
"My fucking keys." He growled. "I can't find my fucking keys."
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a/n; a dead moth & a baby carrot materialized on my bed today, is this God sending me a sign?
