THE FALL

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the feminine cut on the posh fabric you wore danced in the breeze. your lacy, loose shirt was tucked into your blue jean while you let your hair fall straight down your back. one pose after the other, you eventually closed your eyes and let your sense of touch magnify the feeling of the wind in your hair and the sun kissing your skin.

"perfect," yoongi interrupted, jogging towards you with his hand reached out to you with your phone. "here."

your eyes fluttered open, taking your phone from his hand and quickly scrolling through the pictures. you laughed at one of the photos where his finger had blocked the corner of the camera. "yoongi, your finger—" you turned to him, but stopped with a laugh when you noticed him laying on the grass.

the wild blue forget-me-nots were scattered around him, decorating him as the centerpiece. yoongi looked just as bright and bold as the flowers in his mint hair and white blouse. "join me," he said.

you obliged, laying down beside him with your eyes closed and your arms flat on your side. your eyebrows furrowed in the silence, wondering how long you would stay like this. you were in a rush to visit the most you could before you left tomorrow, and it was mainly due to yoongi's curiosity with discovering the best restaurants or 'chill' spots that you had spent all your time delved into deep conversations with him rather than touring around. most of the time, the sky was a baby blue, and by the time you left the restaurant, it was like velvety indigo littered with sparkles.

but you didn't mind. he was an eloquent speaker, and passion oozed from the softness of his voice when he talked about his experiences, the music he loves, and the people he meets. he was honest and trustworthy, like the colors of the sky that never lie and the reliability of the ocean, both celebrating confidence and depth.

soon, you rested peacefully, smiling at the beautiful sounds that nature had to offer. beside you, yoongi turned his head toward you, peeking an eye open. he smiled at the joy painting your face before he closed his eyes and rested his head.

"falling in love is beautiful. its what life is about, but not just with people." in a similar way as the beach soothes the soul, yoongi does the same. like a wave, he washes you over with tranquility with the depth and wisdom of his words.

"it's about falling in love with your favorite movie, the book that makes you cry every time you read it, the song that reminds you of your best days." he continues. "fall in love with the mountains, the trees that provide the perfect shade on a warm day, the birds that sing and the squirrels that run around."

you open my eyes, turning your head toward yoongi who is already staring at you. he smiles, making you smile and blush. "fall in love with how you look in your favorite outfit or in your messy buns," you both giggle as you recall a few days ago when he surprised you at your place with a bottle of beer at two in the morning. "fall in love with the beauty of fighting your greatest struggles and conquering it. fall in love with change, because you'll always be changing. and it's so beautiful." he whispers the end, letting a smile form on his lips.

you loved the person you were becoming, and you beamed brighter when yoongi acknowledged it because he had now become a treasured friend. you believed in the meaning of his message.

you both lingered in the silence before gathering your things and hauling a taxi back to the village. tonight, the villagers were celebrating with lanterns that would be released at ten. you pleaded the taxi driver for him to drive as fast as he could so you could make it back on time. but as you neared the village, and the time read 10:23, you were already too late because you could see the lanterns from the distance as they rose higher and higher.

"come on," yoongi held your hand, hauling you to the nearest pizzeria after being dropped off by the taxi. the place was packed with villagers passionately talking about their lantern experience, or so you assumed. their undying joy was inspiring, something you wished to achieve and knew were headed toward.

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