Thread by @yoonglesheart1

Seokjin loved the seaside. Not the sun-kissed resort towns with their warm blue waters and even bluer skies, white sand beaches and tanned skin sheathed in colorful resort wear. That was too bright and lively for his mood.
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No, he preferred this location with its rough, rocky coast and perpetually overcast skies—the way the filtered light muted everything around him, turning it shades of silver and grey that matched the melancholy in his soul. It was easier this way. Easier to forget.
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And for a long time he was able to forget—until Seokjin saw /him/ again. His pale skin and dusty hair might have blended into the monochrome landscape, just another random figure passing by, if it wasn’t for his piercing eyes and cherry red lips.
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Lips that refuse to be dulled by the grey world around them. Lips that Seokjin remembers kissing, back when there was color in his life. He stares at them now, even as his mind tries to process the words.
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“I was wrong to leave,” Yoongi says softly. If you give me another chance, I promise not to let you fall again.”
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