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“hana-yah, stay still,” chides jimin gently, as he tries to clip on the bow to her hair. “i know you’re excited, but appa has to fix your hair before you can go see joonie-oppa.”
“excited!” she giggles. “joonie-oppa tells nice stories!”
the doorbell rings, and taehyung yells from the bedroom that he’ll get it. hana is already squirming out of jimin’s lap, and he snaps on the last clip, next to the bow, before kissing the crown of her head and patting her in the direction of the door. “okay baby, you can go now.”
she all but runs to the door, almost tripping over herself in her haste to do so. he hears namjoon’s deep voice sound from the doorway, and hana’s excited giggles as namjoon greets her, swinging her in the air. he rises from the couch and shuffles towards the door, smiling.
“hey, namjoon-hyung.”
“jimin-ah,” namjoon grins. “hey.”
hana pokes at namjoon’s cheek. “do you have a story, joonie-oppa?”
namjoon laughs. “is that all you want me for, hana-yah? only stories?” he asks teasingly.
“no-o,” she says. “joonie-oppa is fun! but joonie-oppa tells fun stories too.”
“of course, my little hana,” namjoon replies. “the best stories for the best girl.”
they walk in, and taehyung mumbles something about getting drinks for all of them. jimin nods, following taehyung into the kitchen as namjoon and hana settle down on the couch, hana’s excited voice telling namjoon everything she’s been doing at home so far.
the both of them have been swamped with work— and it’s been a little hard to complete everything on time, on top having to care for hana as well. it isn’t always like this, but the end of the year brings many deadlines, and namjoon had volunteered to come over and babysit for a bit while the both of them tried to finish up what they need to. he presses a kiss to taehyung’s neck as taehyung stirs the coffee powder, watching it dissolve into the milk.
“i love you,” he murmurs.
taehyung turns, smiling tiredly at him. “i love you too, jiminie.”
the both of them take out their drinks, along with hana’s sippy cup, and the sight on the couch makes jimin smile. hana, seated on namjoon’s lap, playing with the buttons on his shirt as he cards a hand gently through her hair, talking to her about something inaudibly. they set the cups down on the coffee table, and taehyung hands hana her sippy cup. she grips onto it, listening intently to namjoon.
they migrate to the dining table, where most of their work is already spread out. jimin hears namjoon ask hana what type of story she wants to hear next.
“what kind of story do you want to hear now, hana-yah?”
“anything! i like all stories,” she responds. “joonie-oppa is a good storyteller.”
“well,” namjoon says. “i have this new story that i’ve not told anyone before. it’s a very special story, so you have to pay special attention, okay?”
hana nods, eyes wide.
“now, what do you see in the sky, hana-yah? what lights up the day time and night time?”
“the sun! and at night, the big, round, moon comes out to play.”
“you’re right. have you ever thought about what happens to the sun when the moon comes out to play, or where does the moon go when the sun comes back up?”
“it goes to the other side of the earth! to give light to the people there.”
“mhmm. i’m going to tell you a story, about the sun, and the moon…”
/
the moon, is a bright presence in the sky. it is round, it is big, it is gentle. it lights the way, for wandering souls that grace the land, some walking with no aim in mind, and yet others, with a destination hoped for. the moon goes through different phases, turning into different, pretty shapes at different times of the month. at night, the moon is cold, cold, cold.
and you may wonder—
does the moon ever get lonely?
the moon, bright in the sky, lighting the way for the people below. the moon, its beauty reflecting as it shines on the ocean, white light glancing off the waters that rush back and forth rhythmically.
but the moon, in the sky, is alone.
the stars are his companion, shining along in the sky with him, twinkling and glittering as they too, become bits of light for wandering souls that pass. however, they are merely gaseous bodies, floating in the sky alongside the moon.
there is one star, though. there is a big star, one that is closest to the earth. this star lights up the day, providing light too, for the souls that walk this land. it gives warmth, and helps plants to grow. we know it as the sun.
the sun, is a bright, shining star in the sky. it is a companion to the stars too, although the stars cannot be seen by man, when the sun is in the sky.
like the moon, does the sun ever get lonely?
the moon and the sun, they exist on their own, lighting up the sky in their own time.
the moon and the sun, they are companions of each other.
sometimes, the moon and the sun get lonely, for it can be tiresome, to give so much of yourself to the universe, without getting much back. but when that happens, they rest in the embrace of each other, gently holding, softly grasping, onto each other. each day, when it is time for the sun to go down and the moon to rise— that is when the moon and the sun meet, to see each other, to bask in the warmth of each other’s grasp. the moon and the sun, they are each other’s companions. despite not being next to each other in the sky simultaneously, they are best friends. while the sun lights up part of the earth and gives warmth to part of the world, the moon is on his own journey, guiding souls back to their homes in the darkness of the night. they may be on opposite ends of this land, but yet, the connection they have is so strong, it transcends the barriers between them.
for you see, the sun and the moon— they are in love.
/
hana gasps softly, eyes wide and bright. even taehyung has stopped his work to listen to namjoon’s story— his chin is propped onto his hand, and he’s leaning over the table. jimin himself finds it hard to concentrate, lured in by the smoothness of namjoon’s voice, like a moth drawn to flame.
“and then what happened?” quips hana.
/
the people down below— they knew the sun as a body of light, shining in the sky for all to see. not many even knew that it was a star— a big star lighting up the way for people. but something people did not know, was that this star— the sun in the sky, had a name. this name was hardly called by anyone, for not many knew of his name. the sun, to the people, existed just as the sun, and nothing more.
but the moon knew of his lover’s name, and called him gently each time. every sunrise, and sunset, without fail— his name would leave his lips, a gentle song, accompanied by the rushing of the waves. when the sun disperses his colours in the sky, painting a different canvas each day— when golds and reds and yellows light up the sky, glittering prettily as the colours mix, that is when the moon calls out—
“jeongguk.”
and the sun, working hard to colour the sky in beautiful shades, never fails to respond—
“yoongi.”
despite only being able to communicate twice a day, the sun and the moon find solace in each other’s passings, the gracing of their bodies against each other as they meet, during sunrise and sunset. gentle passings, just as the sun kisses the horizon of the sea, going down, as the moon rises, parting the horizon to fill the sky.
you are light in itself, the moon had once told the sun. jeongguk, you are warmth, you are light. you are the sun, that rises in my life.
and you, yoongi— are light, too, jeongguk had answered. do you not see it? you are a soft light, you are a gentle light. you are the light, that lights my life.
each time the moon changes, lighting up the sky in a different shape, jeongguk never fails to tell the moon—
you are beautiful. in each of your phases, your beauty never changes. you are beautiful, when you are full. you are beautiful, when you are a crescent, and even beyond that— when you are half, or when you are barely there. the people may not see— they may think you have disappeared.
but you can never disappear from me, for your presence is with me, always.
your love, is with me, always.
and it seems, as if the universe has plans for the celestial bodies that roam in the galaxy.
/
a drop of water from the sky, and hoseok frowns, looking at his watch and preparing to open his umbrella as he walks to the studio. seokjin falls into step beside him, nudging his shoulder.
“did you hear?”
“hear what?” hoseok carefully avoids a puddle on the sidewalk. his shoes are new, and it wouldn’t be great to have to work in wet shoes.
“there’s going to be a solar eclipse later this evening. apparently it’s supposed to last for a long time— the longest in ten years.”
“oh, really? i might’ve heard something like that being mentioned in the studio, but i wasn’t paying too much attention,” says hoseok. “that’s cool, though. do you think we’d be able to watch it from the studio?”
“maybe,” replies seokjin. “it’s supposed to happen around five, so i can call you then if you’d like.”
“sure,” hoseok nods. “i’ll be by the window at five.”
/
and so, the solar eclipse happens, like a natural phenomenon bound to happen. the people below are excited, murmuring and chattering as they wait for the sun to move, for the meeting of the celestial bodies, as the sun covers the moon.
it is a natural phenomenon that everyone eagerly awaits for, and yet, there are two souls, who anticipate it the most.
it happens slowly, as some natural phenomenons do. the sun, shining in his glory, brightens the way as he moves towards the moon.
yoongi, ever patient, waiting for jeongguk’s embrace.
“yoongi,” jeongguk calls.
“my love,” yoongi answers. “jeongguk.”
and jeongguk moves, slowly but surely— until finally, he covers yoongi whole, embracing him as one. their faces meet, and jeongguk is golden, eyes burning with something akin to fire as he looks at yoongi, holding him, embracing him close. yoongi rests in his embrace, grasping back with equal fervour, skin glittering in the light of jeongguk’s rays.
it is not often they are able to meet, and so they treasure the time they have together.
“i’ve missed you,” murmurs yoongi.
“and i, too,” answers jeongguk softly. a gentle kiss, dropped to yoongi’s side. “i always miss you, and i yearn for you.”
“you are everything for me,” yoongi says gently. “my love, my light. my all.”
“how rare and beautiful it is, for us to even exist,” breathes jeongguk. “we are nothing but celestial bodies in this vast galaxy, mere substances of light in the universe. and yet—” his eyes light up again, golden, golden golden. “—yet, we have found love, in each other.”
“it truly is,” whispers yoongi. “we are a story, for the universe to tell. i want the world to see, to know of, my love for you.”
“i will love you, till i can love no more,” jeongguk murmurs. “until the day i do not bring light, i will love you. that is my promise to you, always.”
“and i, will protect you, till the day i no longer am in the sky,” says yoongi quietly. “i am your moon— your protector, always.”
and just as slowly, the sun’s shadow begins to fade from the surface of the moon— falling away gracefully, just as he came to cover the moon.
“till the next time we meet, my love,” calls jeongguk. “i am with you, always.”
“goodbye, my love.”
/
hana’s mouth is dropped to a little o, and her eyes are a little glassy as she looks to namjoon. he smiles at her, cupping her cheeks gently. “did you enjoy the story, little one?”
“what happened to the sun and the moon after that?”
“i’d like to think they were able to meet in another eclipse,” namjoon says thoughtfully. “and in all of the other eclipses to come.”
jimin blinks, shaking himself a little from the daze he’s in. thoughts of the sun and the moon, and of their love story, continue to linger in his mind. taehyung covers his hand, warm fingers pressing gently down.
“wasn’t that something so beautifully tragic,” he murmurs, voice low not to disturb namjoon and hana’s conversation.
“it was,” jimin agrees softly. “i hope that somehow, they were able to meet again.”
“it’s like what we learnt about in math,” taehyung says. “we learnt about parallel lines, and how they always run alongside each other, remember? and parallel lines never touch or meet.”
“the sun and the moon— they were like lines that ran alongside each other without meeting,” he continues. “until the eclipse happened.”
“they met for the first time,” realisation dawns upon jimin as he listens to taehyung. “they met, and made a little history within the confines of the universe.”
“they did.” taehyung nods, stroking his thumb up jimin’s palm. “they made history— although it’s something rather melancholic.”
“how rare and beautiful,” jimin repeats softly, from namjoon’s earlier sentence. “how rare and beautiful it is, for them to even exist.”