Fake Love {A Min Yoongi Fanfic}

Chapter 64: Fireworks

     "God damn, Dea," he scoffs, bending down and picking up one can to find it pretty old but still shaking with unused paint.
     "Oh, don't tell me you've never spray painted before," I laugh, picking up three random cans and making my way to the many crates stacked up on the large platform.
     Shaking the can, I gaze around in search for a nice, open spot that we haven't used yet. There was pictures of random doodles, tik tac toe games, landscapes, self portraits, basically anything you could think of, we did.
     "Damn, did you do all of this?" He asks, also shaking a can from behind me.
     "Jiwoo and I did, yes," I reply, locating an empty spot on an orange crate that would be perfect for our art. "Paint whatever you want. Whatever's holding you back, get it out on here," I explain, popping the cap off of a teal can and beginning to spray a circle about the size of my head in the center. From there, I began to spray random colors in the circle until I liked the outcome.
     I see him nod at my instructions before removing his cap as well and starting his own design. I could make out that he was trying words which I could never perfect in my days of graffiti.
     I played music from my phone as we continued to paint and mess around in the twilight night. The moon was so bright, we could see everything, including our colors, perfectly.
     As I spray random spots with white, I suddenly stop as I notice a few drips got on his hand. We make eye contact for a second before I immediately apologize and begin running away as he chases me.
     "I'm sorry, Yoongi! Have mercy!" I laugh, dodging him left and right in the limited spot we were huddled in. Our laughter is heard bouncing off of the metal bins as we ran. Eventually, I'm caught in a dead end where I catch my breath in the corner.
     "You are so dead," he teases, stopping in front of me and extending his arm out until it reached the container so I was trapped in the corner.
     I pant hard while smiling happily at our childlike behavior. All of a sudden, I feel him take my hand and press against the bin as well. I meet his gaze, my smile slowly fading from confusion.
     His smirk only widened as he takes a can from the back of his pocket and adds a red dot in the center of my palm. "Oh great, thank you for marking your territory 3 days before homecoming," I scoff jokingly as he releases my hand but continues to stand his ground inches away from me.
     "Don't flatter yourself too much," he chuckles, shaking his head and gazing into my eyes. "I'm having a really good time, Dea," he admits, smiling so subtly yet brightly at me. I had never seen this mood on him. It warmed my heart at first sighting.
     "Oh, it's not over, pretty boy," I giggle, slipping under his arm and walking back to our paintings. "I have another surprise before we can stargaze," I say, picking back up my white paint and continuing my picture a bit more. He joins my side where I notice him admiring me as I stretched as high as I could to the height I wanted.
     "Hey, c'mere," he says, allowing myself to go back down to my usual height and turn to find him bent down on the ground gesturing to his shoulders.
     "I'm too heavy," I say before turning back around and continuing to reach up to the top. As I do, though, I all of a sudden feel something crawl under my legs where I'm immediately seated on a set of shoulders and lifted from the ground. "Ah! Yoongi, what the hell?!" I shout, waving my arms in the air at my unsteadiness.
     "Hold on, then," he laughs, raising his arms and holding my waist to help steady myself. I couldn't help but smile as he holds me and makes his way towards my painting. I carefully lean a tad foreword so I could finish the final touches of my work of art.
     After about a good 3 minutes, I draw back and admire the final look. "Alright, I'm done," I say, allowing him to slowly bend back down so I could hop off. "Was I too heavy? I'm sorry," I giggle as I notice him almost stumble on his way back up.
     "You kidding? You're as light as a feather," he replies, shooting me a wink before looking up at my painting with his arms crossed. "Wow, Dea," he breathes in awe. "That's really good."  
     "You think?" I reply, gazing at the outer space layout a came up with. It consisted of a background of random blues and planets of all colors with designs scattering all over millions of small stars. "I love yours though," I sigh, looking over at the word art he did with the words, "I Need U," in all caps.
     "Oh, it's just a title of a song I wrote a long time ago," he chuckles nervously as I inspect it closer. It contained shades of yellows, greens, and blues to make a beautiful work of art. It even has a unique background consisting of red, orange, and purple that really brought the whole thing together.
     "So you can write songs," I point out, crossing my arms as he grows pink with embarrassment.
"I never denied it, stupid," he laughs, shuffling his feet nervously. "I actually wrote this one not that long ago, but I can't sing so what's the point," he shrugs. All of a sudden, I remember my second surprise, allowing myself to pick up the cans and herd them in my arms.
"Hold on, I'll be right back!" I say, hurrying back to the train car where I stash the cans back in their rightful spots. Reaching around the edges of the box, I locate a box of sparklers and matches.
Holding two in my hand, I light them both with one match, making sure that Yoongi doesn't see the fire, before hurrying back over to him with the fireworks in my hands. When I arrived, I see him continuing to admire my painting before turning his head to find the sparklers in my hands.