LOST BOY.

|forty five

"you're an idiot."

yoongi laughed bringing the bottle to his lips.

i smiled watching his head slightly tip back as he took a drink.

his pale neck was absolutely exposed letting my thoughts get the better of me.

my lips met the cold skin in a gentle kiss.

"what was that for?"

"i'm not sure." he looked out the windshield with a strange look in his eyes.

i followed the gaze looking around the empty parking lot.

this time we actually told seokjin that we were leaving to avoid another long ass confrontation.

i tapped the glass against my leg as i waited for him to say something else.

i really wanted to talk and have a conversation, but i had no idea what to really say right now.

it didn't matter what; maybe the weather or his worries.

his voice was just really comforting to me.

the song on the radio seemed to ease whatever atmosphere was starting to turn us awkward.

"i never meant to start a fire, i never meant to make you bleed."

yoongi looked up at the sky.

"i'll be a better man today, i'll be good, i'll be good."

tonight there were stars.

"and i'll love the world, like i should. i'll be good, i'll be good, for all of the times that i never could."

the moon wasn't alone.

"my past has tasted bitter for years now, so i wield an iron fist."

the night was beautifully lit up by both of them.

"grace is just weakness or so i've been told."

the two sharing the sky in such a perfect way.

"i've been cold, i've been merciless
but the blood on my hands scares me to death"

giving light not just to us, but to each other.

"maybe i'm waking up today."

"jimin, i know i'm only saying this because of the alcohol but i love you so fucking much. we act so comfortable with each other again as if we're dating but we're not and i'm just- will you go out with me?"