angel fall • y.min

t h r e e

rowdy shouts jerk yoongi from the not-quite-sleep he'd been trying to settle into. 

the large group of homeless teens he'd almost run into earlier were waging war with each other again, engaging in fist fights that always ended badly in his opinion. looking around with bleary eyes, he'd forgotten that he'd fallen asleep on a bench in the middle of a random park. 

he didn't bother trying to break up the fights, because it would have been like aggravating an ants nest.

yoongi slouched low on the uncomfortable wooden bench, folding his arms into his pockets and staring at no particular thing. he would have gone to a hotel, but he was getting quite tired of them, grandeur and exquisite fronts grating on his nerves instead of calming them. 

blinking wearily, he half-straightened into a more comfortable position and ran a hand through limp black strands. looking up, he found the sky was overcast, the sun hidden behind the layers of clouds like overlapping scales.

no matter what the sky would look like to someone else, he knew that it wasn't going to rain. it was just a sense, a feeling, something that spoke the truth and never lied. his eyes shut on him, and he jerked upright.

he knew he should really clean himself up, the disgruntled aura of uncleanness hovering over him like the shadow of a tall building.

after a few moments of consideration, he came to the decision that he would brave the hustle and bustle of any random hotel- then maybe go raid a restaurant and wander through the city for the rest of the smoky afternoon.

his mind said he'd try anything and everything to forget jimin, but his heart knew it wasn't possible and called him out on his lies.

ruminating on the cold bench in the dewy morning with stiff limbs and a tired body, he came to the realisation that the last time jimin had seen him- not counting yesterday- had been over several months ago. their routine of spending time together had always been reserved for the last day of every month, a routine that they'd happily stuck to for millennia, an unbroken habit, an unspoken promise.

for centuries, it had been something they had looked forward to, back when jimin had been carefree and yoongi had been careless. now though... there was reluctance and a hollow sense of dread every time that last day drew near.

why?

even as the dread made itself home at the pool in his stomach, a deep sadness and longing pierced his soul, and it hurt that he couldn't comprehend why all of this was happening.

he could understand the sadness- he missed the old free days and the joyful unrestricted laughter and being able to stay with the god beside him out in the open, never having to fear anything or anyone. the longing, he couldn't explain.

there was so much he could assume, so much that he didn't want to accept, so much that he didn't want to admit.

if he'd known life would be like this, then he wouldn't have ever fallen to disgrace.

existing as a god would be hard in times like this, jimin being a good example, but for yoongi himself, life was so much more emptier because he wasn't even that- he was just an angel.