UNIVERSE / BTS.

17: dawn / namgi

DAWN

WORD COUNT 800
OVERVIEW yoongi loved daybreak. and namjoon loved him.

PLAYLIST outro: her / bts, neverland / holland, our dawn is hotter than day / seventeen

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IT'S A TIME THAT can no longer be called late night, instead replaced by early morning. a time when forlorn boys can watch dawn break as they ponder the secrets of life and the universe. this particular pondering boy's hands are hidden in sweater sleeves at this early hour of 7:02 a.m., and he stares at the late winter dawn outside of the window, brown eyes wide and unblinking.

min yoongi has always been somewhat of a philosopher, this only further inspired by his early morning and late night thoughts. the insomnia got worse in his teens but is now remedied in his twenties, although even with his sweetheart laying beside him in bed he'll still wake up to watch dawn break through double glazing. he likes the familiarity and the unity of it all, likes watching the light slowly spread over namjoon's honey skin, likes the sense that a million other people have watched a million other sunrises and yet this feels special.

namjoon's arms are wrapped around his waist, the younger awake too, having begun to accompany yoongi on his early morning observations of dawn break. yoongi feels connected to him; he can hear namjoon's soft breath, his heartbeat, feel his vocal cords vibrating as he hums with his chin resting on yoongi's shoulder. they're both silent, no words filling empty space, the only noises being the whirr of their dehumidifier that's needed in damn tokyo winters, accompanied by namjoon humming one of their friend seokjin's songs.

the morning seems infinite in that very moment, as yoongi let's himself be encased in namjoon's arms and namjoon parts his lips, musing over what to say. he wants to ask yoongi everything and more; he wants everything the boy is feeling, wants all of his body and heart and soul, for yoongi is like a beautifully bound book. the outside is captivating, draws you in easily, while the inside is even more so fascinating, secrets and ethereal thoughts captured in yoongi's head, things that namjoon wants to hear spill from yoongi's lips like a waterfall. in his mind, min yoongi, soon to be kim, if all goes to namjoon's plan, is a beautiful enigma, a galaxy in pale skin, and namjoon wants every inch of him.

"what's in your mind?"

these words fall from namjoon's plump peach lips, and yoongi turns his head to look at the man he's happy to call his soulmate, saccharine lips slightly opened and honey eyes half lidded. he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, bleached hair falling into his eyes, and he hums in response, voice gravely.

"well," he muses, taking namjoon's warm hand in his own, intertwining their hands and playing with the promise ring he gave namjoon on their six months anniversary. "you. us. our anniversary."

namjoon won't lie that he's shocked. min yoongi, great ponderer of the universe, the man whose head concealed all sort of wondrous things, was thinking about their relationship. their three, nearly four, year relationship, the best one namjoon had ever been in, where the younger of the two was planning to propose soon. he had the ring arranged and everything; a silver band with an amethyst crystal and yoongi and namjoon's names engraved in hangul on the inside.

"oh," namjoon says, eyes sparkling. a smile crept up on yoongi's porcelain features, and namjoon tried to find an apt response.

"you were?"

yoongi nods, leaning his head against namjoon's and watching as the winter sun began to rise up the horizon of tokyo, half obscured by skyscrapers and buildings. he breaths in deeply, namjoon pressing a soft kiss to the part of skin that connects his neck and shoulder, his lips remaining there as yoongi speaks.

"of course, joon-ah," he replies, voice fond on the nickname. "you occupy my thoughts more than you'd think."

namjoon's face flushed the smallest shade of pink, a smile on his lips. "what else?" he asks. he wants to crack yoongi open, to hear everything.

"the way you smile when i call you mine. the way you rap and act all confident onstage but are a total softie when you're with me," namjoon's heart swells at yoongi's words, cheeks heating up. "how your freckles look like the constellations you used to stay up to watch. how your beautiful smile creates dented dimples in your honey cheeks. how you're my everything."

namjoon can barely speak. he's so desperately in love with the man in his arms, and he feels like he could fly as yoongi presses their lips together. it's their own little sanctuary, this small, one bedroom apartment in downtown tokyo. it's where they've cried, where they've laughed. where they've made love and kissed and touched a thousand times, where they've drunk soju with their group of best friends, where they've recorded songs together, where they've danced and sung and loved and enjoyed the best of times. namjoon couldn't ask for more, and yoongi doesn't want anything more, because before they were lovers they were friends, living together for six years, now almost ten. they love each other more than anything, and there's nothing more they want.

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this was written when i woke up at 6:00 am lmao sorry it's shit

- jace