jeon jeongguk isn't stupid.

the sky is NOT stupid

It's beautiful.

Jeongguk's not sure where they are. They aren't even there yet, still biking, Taehyung getting more and more worn out as the time goes by. This bike ride took longer than the one to the gas station. He's tired.

His breathing fills the air, and the air is silent, still, because for the past twenty minutes, Jeongguk hasn't felt like talking. Just enjoying, just feeling just. Just being there.

The moon is so big. He noticed it before, but not quite to this extent. He could see it earlier, but he can really see it now, a ring of light, and it's full. It lights up his face, Taehyung's, the path they're riding along, the blades of grass along the sides.

The moon, the stars, Taehyung. It all coexists, melds into a collective whole, melds into beauty.

The breeze is on his face again, and the ginger ale soaks through his shirt and he should feel gross, because it's starting to dry and it's sticky, but he just feels free, he just feels nice as he clings to Taehyung. That's the perfect word to describe how he feels. Everything is great, but it's calm, so it's nice.

He can feel Taehyung's back muscles move through his shirt as he steers left and right, winding down a gravel path as trees obscure Jeongguk's vision. Make him stare up at the reds and the yellows because it's autumn, because it's getting cold outside.

There's a path below him, and there's one above him, a streak of sky that the trees don't block, and he can see Taehyung in it. He's not sure when, maybe it was months ago, maybe years, maybe it only just happened tonight, but he's wholy convinced himself that Taehyung is the stars. They are him.

He feels content. The air leaves his lungs easily, he breathes easily, with his front pressed to Taehyung, arms curled around his body in a comforting way. Comforting for both of them.

His nose tickles, like fresh cut grass, like the air, like ginger ale, like Taehyung.

He wants to say something, wants to ask if they're close, if they'll get there anytime soon, but he doesn't want to disrupt the quiet, the peace.

And then they do. Get there.

The trees open up into something more, into an inky black that spreads all throughout Jeongguk's vision, coats his eyelids, his irises or whatever the fuck you want to call it, because it's all he can see. The sky.

It's everywhere, enveloping, and Jeongguk's in awe, because now he can see all of the stars, the entire galaxy laid out before his eyes, displayed in front of him. Because now he can see all of Taehyung, every part of him, and he wonders how Taehyung found this place, how long he's known about it.

Green falls under the black, under the sky, and trees line the edges of rolling hills, hills that look like they stretch for miles when really they don't, just give off an illusion of grandeur.

The pedaling slows, and so does the bike, and suddenly Jeongguk feels like everything is slow, like he's moving in time with the way Taehyung pedals, until he stops pedaling and Jeongguk stops too.

Taehyung immediately swings a leg off the bike and Jeongguk scrambles to follow, the bike falling onto the grass with a dull thud. They're towards the middle of the huge clearing, of the ring of trees, and above him is the universe, standing next to him is the universe as well, just another variation of it. His universe.

Taehyung walks a bit, head tilted up, and it's still silent until Taehyung groans and collapses onto the ground, limbs finally giving out. "Fuck."

He's splayed out like a starfish, soft hair spread out in a ring around his head, a ring like the light around the moon, the same moon that makes the black sky a little less black illuminating his face, making him a star in himself. In Jeongguk.