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"𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌. 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖."
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Yoongi had given up on his life and was ready to die, but he didn't know what just one night had in its store for him.
Not your cliché. A short story...
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(Welp, I tried creating one of those moodboard type thingy. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ And Is it just me or Yoongi looks so much like JK here?)
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"Achoo."
One little "achoo" broke the second trance of the loner in one night. He turned his head to look back on his left side to find his beloved sniffing and grappling with the wind with her fragile body to shut the door close like it was before her arrival.
Upon her success, she took off her wet, muddy shoes and placed them by the door in an upright position seeking to drain the water out.
She turned around to catch him looking at her and smiled shyly, walking towards him to repeat her previous action on the window. She tightly shut the window to keep out the cold and the wind.
His eyes never once left her, he kept trailing her actions with his eyes so this time when she was done with her task she bopped his nose with her pinky's tip and walked past his chair to the back to light the fireplace. He turned around his chair to face inside so that he doesn't miss a single thing she does.
She knelt in front of it, using the pre-cut wood logs kept aside she set a blazing fire in the fireplace making his cottage warm and cosy; what was before a hollow space illuminated in ambers spreading warmth.
After being done with that she got rid of her drenched cloak and shawl and hung them on a hook behind the main door.
She took care of him before herself. She made his house feel home.
Next, she put down her dirty gloves and untied the hat to let her damp hair loose.
Her hair. Her blonde hair did things to him, attracted him since he first set his eyes on her. He never completely understood why because every girl had hair may be nicer even but hers was special.
Her long blonde smooth shiny hair captivated him. It was never that he would not run his fingers through her hair, even made braids or buns to ease her carrying. He loved and treasured her hair the most.
Therefore, when she towelled her hair with his rag and huffed, he couldn't help but smile a little at her for the first time since she came.
She then spread a sheet before the fireplace and sat on it patting the space beside her inviting him to join. He reluctantly got up from his seat with a heavy heart to accompany her.
He sat alongside her anticipating the declaration of their separation. She called out to him softly, "Yoongi."
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A/N: So, this story is gonna be 6 chapters long. Thank you for reading! :)) Take care, stay safe! Oh and if you feel sad gaze at the moon, it's constant even if it disappears once in a while.
