"What did you first notice about him?"
The stars in his eyes.
"What made you stay?"
The sun in his smile.
"What made you love him?"
The ocean in his heart.
Jimin. Jimin. Jimin. His Jimin. His angel. His love. His power. His faith. His religion. His sea.
The moon was shining brightly over the small village, its silver colours bathing the houses below making all the trees and plants appear as if they were made by a silver thread. Clouds were covering all the golden stars, leaving the moon lonesome on the broad and dark night sky. The street lights were glowing in warm honey colors, taking the roles of stars on earth, littering the empty space between the houses and filling the villagers' hearts with a sense of security and hope. Calming silence was filling the night, the only thing interrupting it being the screeching of the bugs and the soft hum of voices coming from the car, which had stopped by the sea.
Yoongi had hugged him from behind as they sat together on the hood of his black Chevrolet Impala 1995. Looking at the sea seemed so casual for them. Just like breathing. Just like eating or drinking. Just like being together. They had purposely left Busan and drove to the nearest village so that they could enjoy the sound of the crashing waves against the sand while the moon shone above them, no other city noises interrupting.
As far as Yoongi was concerned they would have stayed there forever under the protection of the clouds and the honey light of the street lamps, cuddling together, leaving all the troubles behind their back. However, he knew more than well that it was impossible for Jimin who loved, even more than the sea, his family and the friends, both who had betrayed them in the same hideous way Jimin had once accused Yoongi of.
They could not leave. But they were not going to give in either. They would fight together because they had only each other against this cruel and twisted world, completely changed from Jimin's once naive beliefs. At least now he had Yoongi.
Yoongi. Yoongi. Yoongi. His Yoongi. His serendipity. His love. His protection. His epiphany. His reality. His fire.
"What did you first notice about him?"
The art on his body.
"What made you stay?"
The truthfulness in his soul.
"What made you love him?"
The flame in his heart.
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