Summertime Sadness
Title: Summertime Sadness
Pairing: Suga / Jimin
Genre: Slice of life
Summary: Yoongi returns with summer.
Summer arrives with school vacation, vanilla ice-cream that melts quickly making their fingers sticky with sweetness and heated pavement under their feet. It comes with tides and sea shells forgotten on the beach, with sand castles and cloudless blue sky.
Kites are flying high above the town, their colors blurred by wind. Children’s laughter echoes on every step, alleys transformed to baseball and football fields, every backyard a kingdom of its own. Sprinklers provide much needed refreshment on too hot days when the water in small pools becomes warm and melons aren’t cold enough.
Jimin spends his first day of summer vacation at the central station because with summer Yoongi comes as well.
-
“When I grow up,” Jimin says, “I’ll leave everything behind and never come back.”
Next to him, Yoongi snickers. “Yeah right…”
His eyes are on the white clouds painted on blue canvas above their heads. The grass around them smells like rain and he takes a deep breath, savoring the aroma of summer on his tongue.
“I will, you’ll see,” Jimin insists and turns his head from the endless sky to look at Yoongi. His eyes trail the bridge of his nose, small pout on his lips because Yoongi never talks about the future, never tries to read it from the clouds like Jimin does.
Sometimes Jimin wonders how it feels to see the world in a palette of monochrome colors like Yoongi does. Sometimes he questions Yoongi’s inability to dream, his feet glued to the dirty soil, his hands always stuffed in pockets of worn-out jeans, never trying to reach the stars.
“Dream on, Jimin,” Yoongi breathes out, his voice cold compared to the humid air, his eyes unfocused and fingers playing with the green strands. Jimin watches as his chest falls and rises again, as Yoongi eventually closes his eyes.
The sky above them changes color from blue to orange and red, city burning in the flames of setting sun, hills above it filled with noise coming from the motorway. When canvas is finally painted black with rare dots of distant light on it, Jimin shakes Yoongi awake.
“It’s time to go,” he whispers, “you’re leaving tomorrow.”
“Going back to my personal hell,” Yoongi laughs, his hoarse voice hiding unspoken sorrow and broken hopes.
-
Yoongi comes with summer.
He comes with a heavy backpack on his shoulders and a soft smile on his face. He escapes dysfunctional family in Daegu and visits his grandparents for two summer months.
They meet when Yoongi’s 13 and Jimin 11, the age difference between maybe too big but Mrs. Min insists that Jimin should keep him company and Jimin simply can’t say no to the lady that took care of him when he was too young for school.
At first, Jimin doesn’t like Yoongi, his sense of humor dry, cruel almost, his tongue sharp and words acidic. He seems insensitive, distant, but somehow over the years, during too many sleepless nights when Jimin keeps him company, Jimin begins to understand - the way Yoongi never truly smiles (unless he’s with his grandparents), the way he wraps his arms around his knees when they’re sitting on the cliffs as if to protect himself, the way Yoongi’s always quick to defend himself, to attack everybody, his guard never down, his knuckles always white.
But with every new summer that comes, Jimin notices that Yoongi’s smile grows a little bigger, a little brighter and sometimes, on rare occasions, Yoongi talks about himself, about his family, never too much, just enough for Jimin to understand. And Jimin doesn’t push, he doesn’t insist, he listens as the heavy words roll of Yoongi’s tongue.
Yoongi leaves with the beginning of autumn, he leaves when the trees start changing color and buildings disappear in fog and drizzling rain.
-
“Any plans for tomorrow?” Yoongi asks as he gets off the train.
“Not really, you decide,” Jimin replies with a smile because even though he doesn’t want to admit it, he has missed Yoongi a bit more than he should have.
“Sleeping?”
“Very creative. How about something more interesting?”
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with sleeping.”
“Yeah, if you’re a sloth. C’mon, hyung!” Jimin whines and pulls Yoongi towards the exit.
-
Yoongi has changed over the last year, Jimin notices. He sees it the way Yoongi laughs, in the way he wants to wait for every dawn to come. He senses that something’s not right, but Yoongi never leaves space for questions, always asking if there’s something new and if Jimin has already picked his major and if that teacher still hates him for the prank he did years ago.
They talk about everything and nothing, never really touching sensitive subjects, always walking on the safe ground, mine field out of reach.
But there are times when Yoongi is silent, too silent, when he looks in the distance and counts rare stars. And Jimin’s tongue gets tied, words choking him, so he tries to read the uncertain future from the constellations.
He falls asleep listening to Yoongi’s even breathing and wakes up before the sun colors the world once again.
Next to him, Yoongi sits on the grass, his arms hugging the knees, pulling them closer to his ribcage. Jimin can see dark circles around his eyes under the dim light that dances on the horizon. It’s been years since the last time Jimin has seen him this vulnerable, almost fragile.
“Nothing’s okay,” he says through gritted teeth. “I can’t escape it anymore.”
Jimin has a vague idea about what Yoongi’s talking about, but he doesn’t question it. If Yoongi wants, he’ll tell him what’s on his mind. It’s always been like that, Yoongi has said what he thought was necessary, important, vital for both of them. Jimin has learned not to push it, but to wait.
“This is my last summer,” he bites his lip, drawing blood. Metal taste fills his mouth and he swallows wishes upon falling stars that never came true.
“It doesn’t have to be,” Jimin’s voice is weak, nothing more than a whisper but Yoongi hears it, loud and clear, it drums in his ears, each syllable carrying unspoken promise of better tomorrow, different today.
“We could leave,” he says.
And Yoongi laughs, for the first time that night, that early morning. He looks at the boy beside him, at his small frame and dreamy eyes, at the innocence hidden in the curve of his lips.
“You don’t know what you’re saying, Jimin.”
Yoongi has always thought that Jimin’s world is perfect, all bright colors and even brighter smiles, frames with pictures of a happy family hanging on the walls of a small apartment, mother’s warm hugs and father’s supporting words. Yoongi has never had any of that.
It’s hard to him to understand Jimin’s proposition, even harder to meet his eyes when Jimin kneels beside him.
“You can’t leave,” Yoongi simply says, trying to wrap his mind around childish words.
“Why not?”
“Because you have a family,” he answers. He gets to his feet slowly and dusts off his old jeans. “I’m not worth the effort.”
He turns his back to the horizon and slowly, step by step, he heads back home.
Suddenly, hands snake their way around his waist and he stops.
“You are,” Jimin whispers and Yoongi can feel the younger’s warmth, his heart beating in steady rhythm as Jimin pulls him closer. “You can’t leave. The summer hasn’t ended.”
Yoongi finds it hard to breathe, to move, to think. Jimin’s pressed against him, his breathing shallow and uneven. His arms are still holding tightly, refusing to let go and Yoongi nods.
“The summer hasn’t ended,” his voice cracks at the last syllable.
-
Yoongi leaves next week without saying goodbye.
A year passes by and summer comes again to a small town at the shore.
On the first day of summer vacation Jimin is waiting at the platform as many times before.
There’s a heavy backpack on his shoulders. He looks at the clock on the wall.
The train for Daegu leaves in 10 minutes.
Jimin smiles.
~ a different approach to Yoongi's character?
~ written with "Summertime Sadness" by Lana Del Rey on loop
~ enjoy! ^^
~ /cough/ this is my comfort zone and not fluff /cough/
Pairing: Suga / Jimin
Genre: Slice of life
Summary: Yoongi returns with summer.
Summer arrives with school vacation, vanilla ice-cream that melts quickly making their fingers sticky with sweetness and heated pavement under their feet. It comes with tides and sea shells forgotten on the beach, with sand castles and cloudless blue sky.
Kites are flying high above the town, their colors blurred by wind. Children’s laughter echoes on every step, alleys transformed to baseball and football fields, every backyard a kingdom of its own. Sprinklers provide much needed refreshment on too hot days when the water in small pools becomes warm and melons aren’t cold enough.
Jimin spends his first day of summer vacation at the central station because with summer Yoongi comes as well.
-
“When I grow up,” Jimin says, “I’ll leave everything behind and never come back.”
Next to him, Yoongi snickers. “Yeah right…”
His eyes are on the white clouds painted on blue canvas above their heads. The grass around them smells like rain and he takes a deep breath, savoring the aroma of summer on his tongue.
“I will, you’ll see,” Jimin insists and turns his head from the endless sky to look at Yoongi. His eyes trail the bridge of his nose, small pout on his lips because Yoongi never talks about the future, never tries to read it from the clouds like Jimin does.
Sometimes Jimin wonders how it feels to see the world in a palette of monochrome colors like Yoongi does. Sometimes he questions Yoongi’s inability to dream, his feet glued to the dirty soil, his hands always stuffed in pockets of worn-out jeans, never trying to reach the stars.
“Dream on, Jimin,” Yoongi breathes out, his voice cold compared to the humid air, his eyes unfocused and fingers playing with the green strands. Jimin watches as his chest falls and rises again, as Yoongi eventually closes his eyes.
The sky above them changes color from blue to orange and red, city burning in the flames of setting sun, hills above it filled with noise coming from the motorway. When canvas is finally painted black with rare dots of distant light on it, Jimin shakes Yoongi awake.
“It’s time to go,” he whispers, “you’re leaving tomorrow.”
“Going back to my personal hell,” Yoongi laughs, his hoarse voice hiding unspoken sorrow and broken hopes.
-
Yoongi comes with summer.
He comes with a heavy backpack on his shoulders and a soft smile on his face. He escapes dysfunctional family in Daegu and visits his grandparents for two summer months.
They meet when Yoongi’s 13 and Jimin 11, the age difference between maybe too big but Mrs. Min insists that Jimin should keep him company and Jimin simply can’t say no to the lady that took care of him when he was too young for school.
At first, Jimin doesn’t like Yoongi, his sense of humor dry, cruel almost, his tongue sharp and words acidic. He seems insensitive, distant, but somehow over the years, during too many sleepless nights when Jimin keeps him company, Jimin begins to understand - the way Yoongi never truly smiles (unless he’s with his grandparents), the way he wraps his arms around his knees when they’re sitting on the cliffs as if to protect himself, the way Yoongi’s always quick to defend himself, to attack everybody, his guard never down, his knuckles always white.
But with every new summer that comes, Jimin notices that Yoongi’s smile grows a little bigger, a little brighter and sometimes, on rare occasions, Yoongi talks about himself, about his family, never too much, just enough for Jimin to understand. And Jimin doesn’t push, he doesn’t insist, he listens as the heavy words roll of Yoongi’s tongue.
Yoongi leaves with the beginning of autumn, he leaves when the trees start changing color and buildings disappear in fog and drizzling rain.
-
“Any plans for tomorrow?” Yoongi asks as he gets off the train.
“Not really, you decide,” Jimin replies with a smile because even though he doesn’t want to admit it, he has missed Yoongi a bit more than he should have.
“Sleeping?”
“Very creative. How about something more interesting?”
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with sleeping.”
“Yeah, if you’re a sloth. C’mon, hyung!” Jimin whines and pulls Yoongi towards the exit.
-
Yoongi has changed over the last year, Jimin notices. He sees it the way Yoongi laughs, in the way he wants to wait for every dawn to come. He senses that something’s not right, but Yoongi never leaves space for questions, always asking if there’s something new and if Jimin has already picked his major and if that teacher still hates him for the prank he did years ago.
They talk about everything and nothing, never really touching sensitive subjects, always walking on the safe ground, mine field out of reach.
But there are times when Yoongi is silent, too silent, when he looks in the distance and counts rare stars. And Jimin’s tongue gets tied, words choking him, so he tries to read the uncertain future from the constellations.
He falls asleep listening to Yoongi’s even breathing and wakes up before the sun colors the world once again.
Next to him, Yoongi sits on the grass, his arms hugging the knees, pulling them closer to his ribcage. Jimin can see dark circles around his eyes under the dim light that dances on the horizon. It’s been years since the last time Jimin has seen him this vulnerable, almost fragile.
“Nothing’s okay,” he says through gritted teeth. “I can’t escape it anymore.”
Jimin has a vague idea about what Yoongi’s talking about, but he doesn’t question it. If Yoongi wants, he’ll tell him what’s on his mind. It’s always been like that, Yoongi has said what he thought was necessary, important, vital for both of them. Jimin has learned not to push it, but to wait.
“This is my last summer,” he bites his lip, drawing blood. Metal taste fills his mouth and he swallows wishes upon falling stars that never came true.
“It doesn’t have to be,” Jimin’s voice is weak, nothing more than a whisper but Yoongi hears it, loud and clear, it drums in his ears, each syllable carrying unspoken promise of better tomorrow, different today.
“We could leave,” he says.
And Yoongi laughs, for the first time that night, that early morning. He looks at the boy beside him, at his small frame and dreamy eyes, at the innocence hidden in the curve of his lips.
“You don’t know what you’re saying, Jimin.”
Yoongi has always thought that Jimin’s world is perfect, all bright colors and even brighter smiles, frames with pictures of a happy family hanging on the walls of a small apartment, mother’s warm hugs and father’s supporting words. Yoongi has never had any of that.
It’s hard to him to understand Jimin’s proposition, even harder to meet his eyes when Jimin kneels beside him.
“You can’t leave,” Yoongi simply says, trying to wrap his mind around childish words.
“Why not?”
“Because you have a family,” he answers. He gets to his feet slowly and dusts off his old jeans. “I’m not worth the effort.”
He turns his back to the horizon and slowly, step by step, he heads back home.
Suddenly, hands snake their way around his waist and he stops.
“You are,” Jimin whispers and Yoongi can feel the younger’s warmth, his heart beating in steady rhythm as Jimin pulls him closer. “You can’t leave. The summer hasn’t ended.”
Yoongi finds it hard to breathe, to move, to think. Jimin’s pressed against him, his breathing shallow and uneven. His arms are still holding tightly, refusing to let go and Yoongi nods.
“The summer hasn’t ended,” his voice cracks at the last syllable.
-
Yoongi leaves next week without saying goodbye.
A year passes by and summer comes again to a small town at the shore.
On the first day of summer vacation Jimin is waiting at the platform as many times before.
There’s a heavy backpack on his shoulders. He looks at the clock on the wall.
The train for Daegu leaves in 10 minutes.
Jimin smiles.
~ a different approach to Yoongi's character?
~ written with "Summertime Sadness" by Lana Del Rey on loop
~ enjoy! ^^
~ /cough/ this is my comfort zone and not fluff /cough/