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The Goddess Of The Moon - A reader x Hoseok drabble

Author's note: So... uh... I don't really know if this is as good is I think it is since it's my first time trying to write a lil drabble (or really anything actually. I wrote this a long time ago... about a month or so) But, I hope that whoever stumbled across this would like it! Pst, it's not proof read... yet.

Fandom: BTS- Bangtan Sonyeondan

Genre: Angst (I guess?) Hints of fluff

Summary: None, I'll just let the title tell you itself :)

Word count: 1.7k ish

Enjoy~

A century ago

"Do you think it's beautiful?"

"What is?"

"The moon. It's yellow tonight, just like a ball of gold."

"It is a ball of gold." She smiles at his words. She could even see the way his heart throbs in his chest, him returning the smile and pulled her closer against him.

"How so?"

"Look at it." He whispers softly, eyes gleaming when he took a glance at the yellowish moon that hung in the sky.

"It holds so many secrets of the past, and holds it's beauty deep inside itself. No one could truly understand the beauty of the moon, not even me." He looks at her and grins once again, his lips forming a heart shaped smile that rivals the sun itself.

"Nor you."

He did not know what his words ment to her, how it lifts her up after so many centuries of sitting alone, only the moon to keep her company.

"Do you see?"

Present

"Yes... I do, Hoseok. I do see it." She sits on her pedestal like balcony, gazing at the lonely moon, just like her. The lonely Goddess, of the lonely moon.

A lone tear slips down her left cheek onto the concrete below her, sparkling in the moonlight.

She made a mistake.

A bitter sweet mistake of falling in love with a mortal, a mere human. She never ment to, but one often meets their destiny on the road they take to avoid it.

The Gods are just like the mortals below them. The only difference between them is their power, and their immortality.

Humans could only live up to ninety years max, a hundred if lucky enough. While Gods reincarnate whenever they want. Most Gods choose to reincarnate during their late fifties. A lot changes in fifty years, but one thing never changes.

Memories.

His beautiful heart-shaped smile, revealing his pearly whites that reflected his kindness and innocence, the faint mole that dotted his upper lip, the way he laughs, the way his cheekbones lift even higher when he does so, and the way his eyes hold the entire galaxy inside them.

The list would go on and on and on. Just like his love for her.

And her love for him.

Fin.