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Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.
hobi & his fellow members
your love is tough, your love is tried & true blue for @leesjieuns & @hopeinthebox & @eoieopda
to the young who want to die by Gwendolyn Brooks
For soft hour idea (If ur still doing them)- anything with YOONGI
I feel like this man is the definition of comfort😩
hi i know you sent this forever ago but here you go!! soft Yoongi :(( I kinda meshed this with the soft songs asks, hope you didn't mind
**please note, this oc deals with depression. just wanted to write it out, please be aware that depression manifests in different ways for different people, however I wanted to write something true to how I've perceived my own rough patches and how Yoongi/bts often help with these emotions.
The entire world is reflected back at you in the dark contents of the coffee cup. Staring down at it with a morose expression, you feel rather than see when Yoongi slides into the bench across from you.
"It's so...gray out today," he mumbles. How he knows that is beyond you, because he hasn't once glanced away from you. His fingers light upon yours across the booth, but you can't bring yourself to look away from the coffee. Away from your own distorted face, rippling in the dark liquid.
You can't help but think that it's like a mirror, somehow showing your worst parts. Who you really are.
"Look at me."
You can't.
How can you?
"Take as long as you need, jagiya," Yoongi whispers, and a part of you - the part that still feels - aches a little at his broken voice. "But just look at me."
The two of you are tucked away in the corner of a moderately busy cafe. No one pays you any mind in this space, appearing like any other couple in a booth on a Saturday morning. Enjoying the cool weather, the bits of sunlight that break through the endless blanket of dark clouds.
The fact that you don't even recall coming here in the first place is so infuriatingly numbing that it leaves you reeling. You know that Yoongi must have picked you up, he must have brought you. That sounds right, Yoongi's always known you so well, he must have known you needed to get out of your apartment-
"...Yoongi."
Even his name weighs down your tongue. What once flourished and made you smile has been ripped away from you in this endless track of gray.
Deep within, there's a flicker of anger. It's quickly doused by an overwhelming wave of sadness.
"Look at me, angel."
When you finally do tear your gaze away from the cursed beverage in front of you, you're not sure if you're more shocked by the tears blurring your vision or the face of the man before you.
"There you are," Yoongi sighs out with a soft smile. Like a match thrown into a pile of kindling, that smile lights you up. Warmth invades your body, only now making you realize how cold it was before.
One tear slips down your cheek, quickly followed by another. Yet despite the tears, you feel a surge of joy. It's a shock to your system, each tear a new experience.
It's been so long since you've last cried. Since you've last felt anything.
Yoongi has come to sit beside you now, shielding you from the prying eyes of the other customers. He cranes his neck to look you in the eyes, and it's like opening up a window and feeling the breeze on your face after years spent in a closed off room with stale, unmoving air.
"I'm right here," he soothes, brushing your hair back with the utmost care. "And you right here, too. You're here."
Here.
You swear you see tears forming in his eyes as well as he pulls you into his chest and all you can see in the deep blue of his sweater. Such a beautiful, full color. You'll never take colors for granted again.
"Stay here," Yoongi whispers, chin planted atop your head and eyes closed as he finally lets the tears slip out. "Stay with me."
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