A Song of Storms | Yoonkook
They say that music heals all with gentle tunes soothing what ails you, and Jungkook hadn't ever thought much about it until his eyes found their rest against the learned movements of a hand that draw out silkened sounds from polished timber. The man is beautiful- more than Jungkook could ever imagine- with a soothing drawl falling from cherubic lips and eyes ever-kind.
It's difficult to heal a major injury, and when Jungkook feels as if all that he does is wrong in the eyes of others- never quite fitting in- how could he ever let someone as perfect as Yoongi treat him what was delicacy he insists he deserves? But, doing just that has perhaps never felt as easy, as Yoongi is all he could ever wish for, guitar in hand pulling saccharine notes when it all gets that little too much and judgement never falling.
Yoongi could never dream that falling this hard would feel so serene, and as what blooms between them finds its feet to the honeyed timbre of copper-lined strings, all they could ever wish for resides in the tender palms of their hands.
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