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As he shoulders the bag, the boy looks over wistfully at the rusty old rides around the abandoned amusement park.
He knows it isn't even his find, but he can't help but feel peaceful as he sits alone, overlooking the entirety of the interior from the ride on the top curve of the rails of the horror house. The weather is sunny at even eleven, and the musty scent and old-paper feeling in the air puts him at a strange sort of peace.
Yet, he feels incomplete.
Squinting at the bright sunlight, he shivers as the alien chill in the wind rushes past his skin. But then, maybe it's the sunlight that's alien. Because it's barely past the first week of January.
He used to think new years were supposed to signify a good kind of new beginning.
The situation he is in doesn't exactly play witness to his thoughts, though.
Sighing, he tilts his neck back, closing his eyes and letting the momentary warmth wash over his skin and his worn jacket. The scent of the jacket is still of his love's, which should hurt-and it does, but he can't bring himself to take it off.
And he can't outlast his destiny forever.
He swings into a straighter posture, looking down at the park again. A lone figure in black stands at the gate now, and his sharp gaze recognises the man's tall frame and fashionably tousled black hair.
His lips turn down at the corners, eyes hardening uncharacteristically. And it hurts, because he knows he'll probably never have a chance at his last life again. A chance at his first love again.
But he can do something else.
He can build an empire, but he only wants to bring down one.
The cruel, vindictive feelings are alien, but the boy welcomes them with open arms against the tide of pain that constantly washes over his dry shore of a heart.
I'm coming, Jimin smiles bitterly. Baekhyun.
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You pull the warm cardigan closer to your form, trying to preserve as much body heat as you can while avoiding the boy next to you as much as possible. But you can't stay away from him for long, and you know that.
"It's pretty, isn't it?" Suga says quietly, his eyes fixated calmly on the snowy layer covering the ground.
It is.
The taller trees have icy crystals clinging to their pine-like leaves, the sky like an abstract painting of white and blue and gray. You breathe out, the exhaled air forming a little cloud in front of your lips, and glance shyly at him.
He turns his head to you, a sweet smile curving his lips as he sees your cute expression. His blue hair and pale skin matches the blue and white background, making him look like he belongs there. He looks like a snow angel.
You softly smile back.
"Yeah," You sigh, a small smile still on your face. "Yeah, it is."
There is a pause, not an awkward one exactly, but as you wonder how to say what you want to say, and are just opening your mouth when he speaks.
"And, uh, about the..." Yoongi winces. "Kiss."
You nod jerkily, sure that your cheeks are flaming at this point. "Wh-what about it?"
"I," He licks his lips. "Look, I'm not going to ask you to forget about it, because I've already waited so long, and I know what I said, I meant."
You nod slowly, avoiding his eyes.
"And I do-I do love you." Suga inhales deeply before letting out a breath that mists in the cold winter air. "And I don't want to lie about that, because I don't want to run away from myself again.
"But there is a way to love someone, and there is a way I love you," He takes your chin in his cold fingers, but when he lifts your face to meet his own, his eyes are warm. "And I don't want you to feel pressured."
You frown a little. "Yoongi, I-"
"No, it's okay," And it is. "Look, Y/N, just because I did kiss you doesn't mean I need you to kiss me back. And I know I was right when I said I wasn't your number one, but that's okay." He smiles gently. "I don't want you to be awkward or scared, alright? Take your time, and care a little about me-that's all I need for now."
You smile back as he pulls your head onto his shoulder, tracing circles into the back of your hand with his cold fingers.
"It's alright." He whispers. "Just stay a little longer."
"Thank you," You say quietly. "My sugar and my ocean."
And even though he knows he's not your number one, Suga smiles.
Because he's your number two.
And that's okay for now.
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Sugar & Ocean
Fanfiction"You should be careful, Y/N." Taehyung says, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his legs, tucking his chin into his palms. "He's the meanest son of a...mother who's ever lived." He shakes his head, sighing. "And he's the one who got you into...
