🪐✨🌙I am not Moon🌙✨🪐

memory unlocked: confession

August, 11

1:02 a.m.

Your POV

I hold my hand out feeling the rain fall into the palm of my hand like a gentle kiss. The coolness makes me forget about the disgustingly hot and humid weather of today. A sigh runs out my mouth as I tilt my head up to the sky allowing the raindrops to drizzle down my cheeks. The shuffles coming from Yoongi's feet scrape the floor of the rooftop. I drop my hand into my lap, turning towards Yoongi as music begins to play.

"What are you doing?" I ask with a chuckle, curious of his actions.

Yoongi types away at his phone before placing it on an empty flower pot and then turns to face me. He starts walking in the area I am sitting in.

"You always talk about wanting to dance with someone in the rain, so," Yoongi says, holding out the 'so'.

"Get your little butt up," he says, pulling me up off the ground.

I stand on my feet staring at Yoongi, my bare feet meeting the lukewarm ground. From afar, I can hear the song that Yoongi chose. It's not one that I would have thought Yoongi listens to, it's out of character for him. I decipher the song that's playing and realize that it's "Wings" by Birdy which is currently playing from his phone. 

"Dance, let it out," Yoongi chuckles, shaking his limbs like a pool noodle.

I slowly give in, "dancing" around on the rooftop. I kick, I twirl, I spin, I shake my "tail feathers" as Hoseok would call it, all with Yoongi. In this moment, I feel free. It's similar to how I feel when I ride my motorcycle; a breeze rushing by me, a quick fleeting moment of "flying" from jumping or catching air from a hill or bump, and an adrenaline rush from it all. 

"Yeah Y/N!" Yoongi hollers with a laugh.

I laugh at him trying to hype me up as I move around the roof.

"I see you Yoongs!" I holler back, catching his own "dance moves." 

I can feel my cheeks already beginning to hurt from how much I've been smiling. I watch Yoongi as he busts out a sequence of moves from one of the groups choreographies. The rain soaks his hair causing it to start sticking to his forehead.

Oh lights go down

In the moment we're lost and found

I just wanna be by your side

If these wings could fly

For the rest of our lives

Yoongi makes his way to me and pulls me into him, his hand snakes its way around my waist and his other hand takes hold of mine. The coldness of his silver ring makes his hands feel warmer than they are. We dance on the rooftop as the gentle drizzle of rain falls onto our skin, soaking through our clothes. The humid air twirls with us, dipping with me as Yoongi lowers me towards the ground for a loving dance dip.

A cool summer breeze brushes my skin as Yoongi pulls me back up to him. The music plays but I'm too busy watching his gummy smile that has spread from cheek to cheek on his face. I'm too busy watching him look at me and then to his feet, reassuring himself that he's not making a complete fool of himself. I'm too busy listening to his laughter to pay attention to the melody or if another song has started in its place. Yoongi's hands hold my waist, my hand, and my heart. He holds my heart. I'm scared to admit that outloud despite how deep of a connection and understanding we hold with each other. 

He holds my heart, I tell myself.

We slowly turn, the moon shines brightly above him - us. I swear it looks like it's smiling. Yoongi twirls me out from him, letting go of my hand for a split moment, a moment of humid August air takes his place. He skips over to me and picks me up in the air, spinning me - and himself - around in a circle as if we're one of those dance couples from those televised competitions. The lights of Tokyo merge together into a wonderful and bright blur. I can feel my hair lift off my ears and swirl out behind me as we spin. A breeze takes the place of my hair, cooling the back of my neck. The smell of the rain catches my nose as I lift my head up to the sky with a smile. I can't help but laugh, there's nothing funny, but I'm laughing from the happiness of it all.