From Haters to Lovers

FAKE LOVE

- 11:30 pm -

The nights sky started to clear up as the bright yellow stars that twinkled like diamonds after the storm, unraveled the colors beneath the darkness.

The moonlight invited herself into their hide out while it caressed Jimin's cheeks, reflecting her white beams into his eyes.

To Yoongi, no moonlight ray could have looked more beautifully elegant than his hyungs smile. The true smile that showed pure happiness without any grain of sand that hid the unreal, like a mask bought from a magic shop behind closed doors.

Jimin slowly started to stand up while he grabbed his hoodie in one hand and handed the other to Suga as a sign that it was time to head back home.

He reacted passively to his gesture. He only looked into his eyes with a frown on his face. The fear of having to deal with the real world and the feeling of nostalgia for his Wonderland, made him curl up his knees and rest his head on  his arms that were placed above his  kneecaps.

The mochi smiled with an appealing smile as he threw his hoodie in Yoongi's face while he laughed with a hostile note in his voice that hinted a double nature.

"You cant hide forever, you can't run, nor you cant hide under my  hoodie. You know why?".

The confused black haired boy was looking at him with a grin on his lip. After a few moments, he asked with a confident stance.

"Why ?".

Chim Chim scrunched his nose as he was taking his hoodie from him.

"Because i won't let you ".

Yoongi accepted his gesture as he grabbed his hand and was holding onto it tightly while Jimin lifted him up from the ground.

"I don't want us to go home".

The determination in his voice made it clear that he wanted to be alone with him, but the most interesting thing was the way he said that sentence, with a held back thought.

" Then where do you want us to go ?".

A few pauses of silence did their own bidding to Suga's fast thinking. He took a few breaths and and looked straight into Jimin's eyes.

"The studio".

~ ~ ~   The long walk and the gentle wind that stroke Yoongi's hair, making it messy and fuzzy, poked the fantasy in his creativity. He was ready to speak up his mind, but he wasn't sure from where to start, how to begin the conversation or end it. The only thing that he knew was that Jimin must know, otherwise he would go nuts from his own self.

Jiminie's sight was aimed towards the moon. It relaxed him and set his soul at ease. He was always  inspired from her magnificent glow. She represented him in a way, one side covered with the veil of the night and the other open for the world to gaze upon. 

The whole walk nobody said a word, not even started a small talk or just a phrase that would've potentially started somewhat of a decent exchange of opinions.

When they were nearly five steps in front of the building , Suga didn't hesitate, he didn't even look at Jimin, he only pushed the doorknob and entered the hall with his gloomy eyes resting on the beautiful chandelier as he was was walking in the direction where there was a big room with a black piano in it.

The mochi followed him while he left his  footsteps in numbness behind his troubles. The loosen up posture revealed a lot of things about Yoongi, from the way that he looked at things with wariness, to his body language that only painted the word fear all over his neck. It suffocated him, slit his moral and let it pour the inner Demien inside of him.