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Yoongi looked over at the other side of the classroom. Two suns were brightly burning the room and it made him feel hot, and even a little sweaty. They laughed and smiled, with perfection gleaming in the rays. He looked away. He was too scared to admit anything, too scared to look, and too scared to even let his emotions crawl out like withering flowers succumbing to his dark soul in need of sun.
They look good together. They are together. And Yoongi is warning himself to let it stay that way, like it has always been. To not let his heart reach his mind and end up getting hurt. But when they look at each other with so much in their twinkling eyes, Yoongi just wants to cry. He tells himself not to be selfish, tells himself that he’ll get over it, that he just needs to stop looking and stop falling.
And that in a couple of days he won’t even exist in this world called Earth.
So he looks away and fights the burning feeling in his eyes, desperately yearning for release. He gets out of his seat and gets out of his classroom and gets out of the building. But in his heart he’s still there, with them, and they look at him with so much passion and fondness and he returns the same. And they’re happy together. All three of them in this big, scary, and cold world. He feels the warmth and feels so secure that nothing can hurt him. So warm that he feels hot, even a little sweaty.