𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒ᵇᵗˢ

𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄 [m.yg]

━━ pairing: MIN YOONGI x M!READER
━━ dangers: mentions of death
━━ summary: you being the guardian of life and yoongi being death personified doesn't prevent the two of you from loving each other

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LIFE SMILED WHEN the red camellia curled up against his hand, as if it were a kitten relishing in their mother's warmth. yet despite its brightly-coloured petals, the soul represented in the flower was nothing short of disappearing, and a few seconds later the camellia weakened, it was practically in the verge of wilting.

how sad, he thought, pursing his lips and frowning slightly in discontent. must the human have such a strong will before it dies? truly, if it were up to him, he would've lengthened the soul's life, just enough for it to complete its unfinished worldly duties and goals.

but what could he do? favoritism by a guardian—the guardian of life at that—was blasphemy, and if he was not meticulous in his duty, then he would be banished from his realm.

although he was essentially life itself, (m/n) (l/n) did not—as misconceptions told—create everything in existence. he was not the almighty creator of creators—whose being he had not even seen with his own eyes—nor did he know who it was that made these decisions upon the third realm, the one mortals inhabited. he was merely the caretaker of souls, the gardener in the garden of red camellia flowers until their time in the mortal's realm had finished and his companion, death, would come to collect these souls for the afterlife.

and so, the cycle repeated itself until the realm of the mortals was destroyed, and even so, they'd have to return to their duties after a while.

❝i see you've separated them apart.❞a gentle voice snapped (m/n) out of his trance, making him turn around, warmth filling his heart and his lips stretching up to a smile when his eyes laid upon the ever so familiar figure of min yoongi—death—and his robe of the darkest grey with shades of red littered around it. the sadness he felt due to the wilting flower moments ago still lingered, but the joy of seeing his beloved overshadowed it.

contrary to popular belief, death was not cold and death was not the incarnate of evil carrying around a large scythe. death came in the form of min yoongi, and he was no different than a human being with meticulous but enchanting eyes, and a smile as sweet as honey (though he didn't show it that often). he trudged down the hill he stood upon, his robe swaying as he walked over to (m/n)'s small figure.

as the two of them stood next to each other, one could wonder for a century about just how they fell in love with each other and still find no answer. the two were the complete opposite of each other, like two ends of a string, with strikingly contrasting duties to perform. one gave and one took, one was seen as a gift and one was seen as a curse.

and it was because of this that one could not exist without the other.

❝what a shame, i wonder why this one had to go so early.❞ cooed death, lifting up the now wilted flower gently and putting it up to his nose, trying to find any remaining scent left. when he pulled away, the frown in yoongi's face told (m/n) of the other's thoughts.

❝poor thing. it didn't deserve such an unfortunate time in the mortal realm.❞ yoongi murmured, snapping his fingers and placing the wilted flower carefully in a crate full of other wilting flowers.

time passed like grains of sand between their fingertips as they went around the garden for more flowers that needed to be placed in the cart, hands intertwined and occasionally dancing around in a waltz like two highschool teenagers in prom. nothing ever changed between them, and nothing would change between them for the years that would come. love was still something new for them to explore, but they have a lot of time to figure it out and explore each other, anyway.

❝i think that's the last of them.❞ (m/n) muttered out as he placed another camellia flower in the cart. yoongi hummed contently and with another snap of his fingers, the crate disappeared into black wisps to be taken to the afterlife. noticing the concerned look across (m/n)'s face, he pressed a chaste kiss on the crown of his lover's head, chuckling when pink dusted over his cheeks. who knew an eons-old being could get flustered by such a small action?

❝don't worry, i'll make sure they'll be fine. after all, i'm the best gardener around second to you.❞ (m/n) scoffed at his companion's statement, standing up on his tiptoes before jumping up and wrapping his legs around yoongi's torso, arms around the taller's neck and burying his head in it.

❝you can't even grow vegetables, yoonie.❞ this earned (m/n) a well-deserved smack on his back from the guardian carrying him, but they promptly ceased their bickering when yoongi placed the two of them on a flowerless patch, bringing (m/n) in for a kiss that left the two breathless.

another kiss on the cheek and forehead along with a small cuddling session was a farewell until the two met again. as (m/n) gazes at yoongi, the two waving at each other, the inevitable feeling of wanting him to return was so painfully present in his heart, even if it'd only been a few seconds of separation.

who knows when yoongi will return? not even he did. that was the fate of existence and the fate placed upon the guardians of life and death. nothing was ever truly known.

but these two guardians knew that their love was true, and perhaps, it was even meant to be. perhaps their love story would be passed down from generations through generations as a myth. though, the truth of that tale lied in the flowerbeds of life's garden.

maybe, one day, you'd learn about it too.