We Run Around With Monsters Under Our Feet [m.y+j.h]

16. HISTORY

Dazed and leaning against Hoseok's shoulder, Yoongi slung an arm across the male.

Something in the blissful silence between the two spoke millions. It told them that whatever was happening at that moment, was right. If all was evil in the world they had finally found good.

For once Yoongi didn't feel like his monster self and he remembered how it felt to be a normal human being. How it felt to be held by someone he loved and the cascading amounts of warmth that filled him. He had quite forgotten how good it felt, to be encased in lover's arms as they stare out into the starry black abyss with no other thought than each other.

Yoongi fidgeted a sudden outburst of remembrance that this wasn't going to last and that Hoseok was going to leave. Cringing, he curled himself delicately into Hoseok's neck, burying his nose into the familiar scent and only a few minutes prior this would've made him go insane with ravish hunger but now seemed dull compared to his overwhelming amount of feelings. If that was what he could call it. His cool nose tipped into the lean structure of his neck, he gently pressed kisses there, gaining the attention of the male and he'd be lying to say he didn't love the attention.

"Yoongi~" he breathed softly, shifting under the sensation. "Yoongi."

A soft hum emitted from the throat of the monster.

"Can I ask you something."

A nod.

"How did they trap you down here?"

And it all seemed to freeze.

Did Hoseok make the wrong move again? He'd been doing that a lot lately. Maybe his lack of food and his body resulting to itself for glucose and energy had altered his brain and made him a complete imbecile when it came to making choices but that ramble died out when Yoongi began to speak.

-x-

It happened just over half a century ago.

A tranquil village filled to the brim with high-class families all doing their structured daily routine marched through the streets. The faint neighing of horses and the plodding of their hooves running out into the distance.

Houses were built of limestone and caged the town, growing 3 stories up with clothes hanging out across the windows. The main housing area made a communal square known to the locals as Central Well due to the water storage located in the middle that used to be a supply to those centuries before them.

Yoongi remembered it well. A 22-year-old entrepreneur who did quite well with the ladies although due to the summer weather there was a slightly nasally tone to his usually chirpy voice, hay fever taking its course like it did every year.

He was on a commute to work, like every Tuesday morning, taking the same route to do the same thing and to be the same person. He liked his work, don't get Yoongi wrong it just needed a bit of spicing up (that's how he put it anyway). It got tedious very quickly, that's why he took the walk past Central Well, in summertime it was always different. The splashes of water from the fountain made different shapes and patterns whilst still looking effortlessly pretty and it was soothing. Yoongi loved the sound of running water, it calmed his nerves. At lunch, on an extremely stressful day, he would find himself sat on a rock nearby, a book in one hand and a sandwich in the other and he felt at peace.

But on this Tuesday morning, the skies were a dismal grey and had this stuffy feel to them as if they were trapping Yoongi in. It made his lungs feel tight, this humid and dismal weather. Yoongi would've much rather it rained so then the feeling would disperse but the sky held out, as defiant as ever. It was hard to see where the sky ended and the buildings started: it all rolling into one blank canvas but Yoongi knew exactly what the buildings looked like, could describe easily the pretty patterns of ivory that twined their way up cream walls like a lover pining for attention.