until we break

Taehyung dips his fingers into the soft sand, Yoongi's lighter still clenched between them, letting it run off his skin with a wild grin. "I could die here," he says like it's a dream.

"Everyone's already dead. Why join them?" the stranger replies. This time, when Taehyung looks up, his head eclipses the sun. A sobering chill falls over his shadowed skin, and he frowns.

𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨? Taehyung thinks.

"Why not?" he says.