+ Cherry Wine ; Yoonmin

+ seven

There's a gnawing feeling growing deep down in Jimin's chest, his voice breaks and he suddenly realizes that Yoongi has been crying too-

There's an infinity of space between them, vague feelings in the small partition of Yoongi's lips and the trails of pain that flow down his moonlit cheeks-

"Jimin,"

He pauses, stringing together a series of words he hope make sense, but words are so messy- like shooting stars, streaking behind them a gentle reign of tears and hesitation-

"I- I'm so sorry. You're too good for me, you're just so beautiful- I can't, I just.. I lose myself sometimes- but I can't.."

Yoongi's tone is wavering, strong but flawed words bleeding into the night air-

"I can't lose you."

Jimin bites his lip, probably too hard, because there's a trickle of scarlet running down his chin in a moment- and Yoongi reaches over to whisk away the color of pain-

He hears Yoongi's words as they are, but he feels a small whisper of "don't let me lose myself," in the spaces between their fingers that Yoongi laces together-

Jimin smiles now, it's not forced but it's not quite willing-

Searching for a reply that masks the obsidian galaxies across the landscape of his dazed form-

"I can't lose you either, Yoongi. I need you."

It's Yoongi's turn to smile now, a hopeful tug at the corner of his mouth- no teeth and closed mouthed but still bright and perfect somehow-

But ghosts don't die so easy, like the trickle of seconds it takes for the butterflies of smoke fluttering from half smoked cigarettes in the afternoon to fade away-

The blood is there-

Rare, and sweet as cherry wine.