This Wild Love // Yoongi

Dancing Among the Thorns

Rose petals are wilting.

Falling.

Twirling.

Dancing as though they are one with the wind, a part of the sky, one entity. I can't quite discern where the petals are coming from -- only that they are falling around me, brushing against my cheeks, teasing the tips of my fingers.

A wide, endless blue space stretches beyond me, and white clouds form a concrete but fluffy platform beneath my toes. If I pay attention to my skin, I can almost feel the cool, condensed water of the clouds...the warm breeze kissing my shoulders...the soft fabric of my clothing wrapped around me...

But the roses are wilting.

Amid the peace, something is stirring. I can't figure out why the petals are so dark, so crumpled. I struggle to grasp just one; catch just one, but just as the petals so daringly brush against my cheeks, they tauntingly fly away from my fingers. The clouds won't catch them for me, and the endless blue sky suggests there is no way to find where they're coming from. I am completely...utterly...

...alone.

Something pricks the bottom of my foot. Shocked, I pull away and bend over to check what happened. A green thorn, ever so small, had stabbed me.

Disgruntled, I pull the thorn out and blow on the wound, wincing at the pain. When I look back up, I find that the blue has disappeared. A black space greets me instead, and stars stretch across the expansive sky. The change is beautiful, but daunting.

There are more petals.

"Y/N?"

Startled, I twist my head to see who is there. I can't see anyone.

A brighter color catches my attention from afar. Desperate for any splash of happiness, I race across the clouds. With every step I take, I feel another stab. I know there are more thorns. I know it will hurt.

But why do I feel like I need to keep going?

I finally reach it. A pink petal. I extend my hand beneath the petal, gently, carefully, so that it delicately lands in my palm. A sense of eerie calm washes over me as I close my hands over it protectively.

Another splash of color appears far from where I am now. I begin to run for it, only to stop when I realize another pink petal is falling in the opposite direction. And another...and another.

Six more. Can I reach them in time?

Panicked, I leap for the closest petal. I barely grab it before it can vanish beneath the clouds.

Two..three...four...five...six...

The seventh petal. Where did the last petal go?

There.

Racing against time, I barrel my way through the wall of red, wilted petals that are now falling from the black sky. Leaving in my wake a trail of blood, I continue to reach, reach, reach...!

It falls.

Screeching to a halt, my eyes watch it pass through the cloud barrier.

No, no...!

I leap for the spot where the petal fell through and start digging into the clouds. At a certain point, it feels as though glass has covered the floor. I start banging at the barrier, attempting to crack it. Nothing happens.

I can't.

I can't.

Tears wallow in my eyes as I desperately, feverishly, continue to hammer at the glass. Shards begin flying, but the glass is endless, as though it doesn't have a clear depth. It just continues beneath me. Cuts cover my hands and knuckles.