The weather was beautiful, the sky splattered with shades of shades of purple and pink. Petals fell slowly, kissing the ground once they met. Cherry blossom trees were Yoongi's favorite, reminding him of the purest things in life: Love, new beginnings, and the naivety of childhood. The sound of silence made the said man feel at peace, closing his narrowed eyes with a small smile on his pink lips. His beauty was unknown to himself, though it was very much noticeable to others who knew him. The man's pink hair and pale untainted skin might have given the public eye an innocent impression of the man. Though, in reality, he was anything but that. He had a red and black flannel on, a plain white shirt underneath. He had dark blue skinny jeans on, red converse on his feet. In conclusion, he was dressed casually, without any intention of impressing anyone.
The sound of a camera shutter is what knocked Yoongi out of his daze. His eyes shot open, looking around frantically. He thought that he was alone, but clearly he wasn't. His brain started coming up with ridiculous scenarios, all of them involving a stalker.
"Hello?" He called out hesitatingly, wondering if the sound was just made up in his mind. No one was in his field of vision, leading him to believe that he truly was alone.
"Hey." An impressionable voice finally responded. Yoongi didn't flinch, but he turned to find the source of the, obvious, male voice. To his far left was a guy who looked like he was in his late teens or early twenties, crouched with a camera in hand. He had a black, loose hoodie on, paired with white washed skinny jeans. Of course, they were ripped on the knees, making Yoongi snort. The timberlands on his feet was a nice twist, contrasting with the black beanie he was wearing.
Yoongi didn't say anything else, feeling stupid that he even thought someone would stalk him. Let alone go through the effort of taking pictures of his unprepossessing self. He let out a small sigh, pulling a pack of cigarettes from the front pocket of his flannel. The box looked worn out and aged, looking like it would fall apart with the wrong touch. The said man opened the pack, revealing many stale, unused cigarettes. Though, to others it may have just looked like regular cigarettes.
"You smoke?" The other individual frankly asked, attention away from his camera, instead focused on Yoongi. The said male kept his gaze on the tree near him, not even really acknowledging the kids presence for a few moments. His thumb and pointer finger, grabbed at one of the buds of the cigarettes, pulling it up barely enough for it to rise above the others; before dropping it almost immediately. This process continued for the next few moments.
"No. I don't." Yoongi's gravely voice spoke up. His gaze was distant, resisting the urge to roll his eyes when the kid spoke up once more.
"Then why do you have cigarettes?" He asked naively. Yoongi almost found himself envying how innocent the guy sounded, wishing he at least a fourth of that purity. Yoongi pursed his lips into a thin line.
"You know when you want something so badly, but you're too afraid of the consequences that come with it?" There was an underlying meaning to his words, but he knew that the kid wouldn't pick up on it, or care. "I know one day I'll over come that fear. So it waits patiently for me, till I'm ready to great it with open arms." His tongue swiped across his lips, before he closed the cardboard box and slipped it back into his front pocket. One day, he'd gather the courage to follow through with it.
Jungkook was throwback by the mysterious man's response. It was ominous as hell, intriguing him, oddly. His camera was hanging from the strap around his neck, no longer in use. He wanted to ask what that meant, but he was a complete stranger, which would make it an intrusive question. So instead, he opted on staying silent. The man's expression was dignified, pulling him in even more.
Yoongi stood up, finally looking in the kid's direction. He blink, surprise hitting him when he seen how handsome the guy was. He grew flustered for a second, before he returned back to his usual blank expression. Pretty or not, he's just another speck in Yoongi's life that would be long forgotten.
"See you." The pink haired man mumbled before walking away from his place of comfort. He'd come another day, when there's nothing but himself and his thoughts. He didn't look back as he walked further and further away from the sight, until he was finally back into civilization. That's when dread plagued him, but nothing's perfect; nothing lasts.
