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White smoke filled the whole red themed store, pleasant sandal and jasmine fragrance wafting in the surrounding air. 

The small store was painted in crimson. Some golden flowers and a golden moon printed on the wall behind the counter. The moon was half full and half designed in patterns. Shelves were filled to the brim with herbs, sandalwoods, rose, jasmine, and all kinds of spices. At the other side, three lined up aisles were filled with colorful incense sticks, glasses, candles of different size and shape, accessories related to them and some packages and boxes. 

A counter table and the chair just beside the main door for the owner or manager. The place looked like some place out of a historical series or movie. It was nothing but. The place was just an incense and candle store.

Incense and scented candles are his expertise. 

Hoseok liked his store theme. Red and mysterious. The golden prints were done by himself. The moon has always attracted him, something in it pulls him to look at it more, know about it more. 

It also matched the vibe of his second hobby or profession— hinting at the future and rarely solutions too. 

Astrology is a strong word for his unpredictable and weird visions. Sometimes, his head hurts. Sometimes, he feels weak to the bone. 

He could see the future. 

And past too— past as in, past lives. 

It comes to him blurry at first. Fleeting glimpses and cracked voices when he just as much looks into the eyes of the other person. The first and foremost reason for him to wear fluffy and thick gloves at all times and avoid physical contact. 

Or maybe it's in his hands, he thinks. 

The incense and its smoke helps soothe and clear out the visions. People can not see when it's smoky, but the sightings get clearer for him in white and clear smoke. 

That's why he owns an incense store. To be more honest, the incense store and handling it is a secondary thing to him. Although, he doesn't even try to— avoids to— interact with anyone who wants to know their future or past lives, people come barge into his store. 

It's a curiosity most of the time. Stress and fear of the future often. And for some, it's just fun. 

But it's not fun for him. Because he knows for a reason all too well, that the future is unpredictable and changes according to one's upcoming and related decisions. 

It's fine as long as they don't find anything negative in it. It's all fun and entertainment until then. But when it comes to the negative situations, everyone regrets it. 

He pities the people who want to know their past life…. Just because. 

Because no matter how easy and peaceful life one could have lived in the past, suffering and sorrow just come along the way. They are part of life no one wants to accept. But can one know the value of happiness if they don't feel the sadness and suffer beforehand!! No. 

It becomes painful when they just come to know what they were in the past, but leave with many stories in their head…. Of the past, of their past lives and its attached relations and baggage. 

Sometimes he gets involved too. Unwillingly.

Unintentionally,

and unknowingly. 

That disturbs his calm mind and peaceful life. Sometimes, he cannot help but think about those stories and lives. Even though he isn't a part of it or even wants to be part of it. It just comes along. And he gets too involved in it that it becomes hard to come out. 

Other than that, he tries not to be too indulged in this kind of thing. He has been trying to lessen the consultation people seek with him for the motives they have. Still, when someone just looks so dejected and hopeless, he can not help himself, but tell them about whatever they want. 

The incense store was an idea of his grandfather, who helped him control and calm his heart when he was troubled, when he first started to see the glimpses of the visions. 

One thing that amazes him to this day is he can not see the past nor the future of his specific regular customer.

Min Yoongi.

A mysterious, silver haired man who comes to his store twice a week. He roams around the store, around the aisles for almost a half an hour, checking out the candles, accessories and incense as if they were anything. 

He chooses a few candles, mostly lavender and chamomile. Same fragranced incense and their specific holders. 

And when he comes to the counter to check out his things, Yoongi looks him straight in the eye with a specific smile. A weird emptiness swirls in his dark eyes, but some delightful specks sparkle in his eyes as though he's happy, but with a huge mountain of sadness resting heavy on his heart. 

And even when the store is mostly filled with smoke and pleasant scents, he can not see anything past the man's dark eyes when he brushes his gloved fingers with him the time he pays and takes the bill. 

Hoseok feels weird in his stomach and heart. A flutter of butterflies, that feels like he can fly with them, hopeful, pleasant and light. But another feeling comes along that pulls him to a darker side, a huge hollow pit. A sudden urge to curl up in a corner and cry until he feels empty, until he is breathless takes up his heart. 

And every time, he ends up in tears until he notices the man disappeared from his view, turning to the corner in the street out of his shop's glass door. 

It's reason-less, he knows that. Because every time, he tries to look for a reason for that in his mind, but finds nothing. 

Weird and disturbing. 

He refrains from thinking about it most of the time, or he thinks it'll just consume him whole. 

Hoseok had recently started a gift package set of different fragrances. He would be lying if he says it's not for the silver hair customer. 

He had filled up a whole aisle with sets of chemomile and lavender scented candles and incense with their specific pretty holders; some potpourri— dried flowers and leaves with matching colours and scents in it to make it look decorative and complement with the sets. 

It's been three days since the silver haired man came to the shop. That means he'll drop by today. 

Hoseok is quite excited. His feet felt like they had wheels, not wanting to touch the ground. Although his feelings are suppressed, cautious and almost shy like a teenager, he felt happy, delightful with sprinkles of nervousness. 

He was happily rolling the thin wooden sticks with the scented clay on his table, smiling ear to ear. 

To be honest, nothing happens when Yoongi comes to the shop. He just walks around the shop for a while, too deep in his own mind, his sharp eyes darting everywhere. His aura heavy but bright follows him everywhere with a thick intimidation. And he comes to check out at the end. That's all.

But Hoseok— his eyes follow the man. He takes note of what he likes, where he stands a tad bit longer, the product he touches, the type and shape of accessories he's fond of. Everything. 

Another thing he has noticed is the aura of the man. So positive and bright, like the moon. That shines brighter every time he enters his shop. As though his shop is a charging point for him. 

He pressed a smile as his body swayed slightly. Eyes sparkling with excitement, his smooth hands easily rolling off the clays. His bent legs stomped on their spot. His dark bangs flew under his white bucket hat with the momentary breeze that flew in by the door opening and shutting every time a customer entered.

A chuckle made his lips curl into a slight pout as he turned towards the source of the sound. 

Park Jimin, a university student trying to make ends meet with everything he could do. He sets up the products on the aisles and registers them properly into his software. He's like a little brother to him. He has been doing this since he started the shop. 

He just came in one day, bought some candles. When he was checking out, he nervously eyed the whole shop again, before settling his eyes on Hoseok, asking for a job. It's been three years since then. He just entered the University back then. 

“Hyung, you're smiling as if you're lost in a dreamland of some kind of fairytale. What are you thinking?” Jimin asked as he noted something in his notepad. A teasing smile adorning his lips.

“Nothing. I'm just thinking of making another set of gift packages.” He avoided looking towards Jimin as he ducked his head. Lips now pressed into a thin line. 

The said boy stride towards him, tucking the pen behind his ear. A playful glint shining in his eyes. “Do you perhaps…” 

Jimin leaned on the wooden counter, resting on his elbows, and looking directly at Hoseok as though he'd be sharing a secret. “Thinking about…” 

The bell on the ceiling just above the door chimed, ringing a smooth and pleasant tinkling as the door swung open. 

The man of the hour appeared. Silver hair resting perfectly in his forehead. Sharp eyes staring at Hoseok. His lilac shirt hugging his body. Hoops of silver earring shine on his ears when the lighting hits. 

He entered the store slowly, eyes never moving from Hoseok's. Jimin turned to see who it was and went back on with his work. 

He walked like a predator. His expressions were unreadable as he approached the counter. 

And then Hoseok smiled. A wide, heartshaped one. Unintentionally. 

“Ah… morning, Yoongi-ssi.” His voice sounded low and shy, to even himself. He face-palmed internally, of course. 

Yoongi blinked, and his lips twitched. It wasn't a smile. But it wasn't like a second before, expressionless and stoic. It was something like ‘he's frozen but wanting to smile’ kind of a twitch. 

He nodded firmly before uttering a small, “Good morning.” And walked towards the last aisle. He always started from there, reaching to the last aisle which was just beside the counter at the end. 

It was a pleasant morning.  

The soft rustle of Yoongi's finger brushing against the incense boxes and candle wax worked as music. The tic-tacs of his shoes were an indication of his distance from the counter table. 

Hoseok's lips stretched as he rolled on the fiftieth incense. Eyes betraying his mind, glancing towards the last aisle from time to time, following Yoongi's moving shadow on the floor. 

He ducked his head as another customer walked in. He noticed a glittery candle in Yoongi's hand when he shifted to the middle aisle, the accessory shelves. 

Jimin was stacking the gift boxes at the end of the aisle, throwing a teasing glance when he turned his head even slightly to check if he's noticing him. 

This boy could be a pain in ass at times. 

When Hoseok moved to the washroom to wash the light stains of incense clay in his hands, he noticed Yoongi standing in front of an accessory. A moon shaped brass candle holder. He looked like he's anticipating whether he should buy this or not. 

He smiled and strode towards the washroom. When he came back, Jimin was making a bill for the other customer. And Yoongi was in the last aisle. The same stretched lips as his reaction when he stared at Hoseok. He was looking at the gift boxes. A lavender colored box, filled with potpourri, three candles and two incense sticks with both of their holders, designed with some specific pattern on every other box. The chamomile boxes were just under it. 

“Hyung, I'll be leaving now. Handle with care.” The brat winked at him, patting his shoulder as he swung his bag on his shoulder and walked out of the shop. 

He stared at Jimin’s disappearing figure until the silence of the shop ticked him. It felt like the quietness of the shop is a silence before a storm. Something felt different, a shift in the air. 

He looked at the aisle, where Yoongi stood frozen, looking at the newly made gift boxes. He had a look on his features that was hard for Hoseok to decipher. His brows were knitted in a frown. Eyes sparkling with the night stars. 

Hoseok could swear he feels really different around Yoongi. Something unexplainable and out of the world experience. 

He walked back to the counter, his fluffy, woolen white gloves were on the counter for him to wear. Yoongi reached the counter when he looked up from his hands. His heart rate fastened as he shared a look with Yoongi. The things he saw and checked were in a small basket in his hands. 

He noticed the moon designed candle holder was glinting differently, as if it was just in the right hands, almost responding. That made his lips stretch up into a smile. 

“This would be all, Hoseok-ssi.” His name from Yoongi's deep and low voice sounded pleasing. It soothes the slight ache in his heart. 

“You chose well, Yoongi-ssi. The packages were just made yesterday. Perfect for a peaceful evening.” Hoseok passed a smile as he made the bill, scanning the products through the scanner and packaging them in a bag. 

He could feel a warmth in the atmosphere. Maybe it's the sunlight that's passing through the glass door. But he could feel it from all the angles.

Maybe it was something else. 

Yoongi hummed as he pressed his palm on the table, the sunrays soaking his back of the hands. “It's hard to fall asleep these days. So I took these in hopes of sleeping well.” 

Hoseok's brows furrowed in worry. A skip in his heartbeat. “Do you have trouble sleeping?” 

Yoongi looked up into his eyes. 

Suddenly he felt like it had happened before. 

Maybe, somewhere else, was it with someone he knows!! No, it hasn't happened, he does not remember anything like this. 

They haven't talked much about Yoongi or his habits before in the shop.

It just felt like a familiar ache, 

a familiar worry, as though he's used to worrying about the man in front of him. 

Used to feel angry at situations like this, for making the man he feels for, he likes, upset. 

Angry at the slightest idea of this man being hurt or tired. 

For a moment he feared whether he crossed a line. Being too personal for just a mere storekeeper. He does not even know what Yoongi does for a living, where he lives. 

The only thing he knows about is his liking for peace, incense and scented candles. And he visits his shop twice a week. 

And nothing else. 

Yoongi looked at him with a different faze this time. Almost softened, looking for something, recognising and familiar. He smiled. 

An upturn of his lips and Hoseok could feel slightly calm. Yoongi's gaze shifted again. 

Apologetic and worrying. 

“It's nothing. Just restless nights.” He mumbled in his soothing low voice. 

Just restless nights. 

Sounded off. More than that even. Something painful. His heart dropped as if that was bad news. It wasn't that bad, literally. Insomnia is a common problem for busy and stressful youth recently. 

His throat dried, heart clenched. He has heard this before too. 

“What happened, Hoseok-ssi?” Yoongi's fingers twitched before he folded them into fists. “Is something wrong?” 

Hoseok blinked twice, before gulping the lump down in his throat. He does not understand why this is happening. What could be the reason for this kind of reaction for a man he has a crush on, who just visits his shop. 

“No, I just thought you looked tired.” And he did. Now that he has focused on his face, he could see some light dark circles under Yoongi's eyes. His eyes droop more than usual. “I hope this chamomile package helps you, Yoongi-ssi. Try to rest more.” 

Hoseok handed the bag to Yoongi. Their fingers didn't brush this time. The space they had between their hands seemed to burn. Hands aching to touch, but they parted. 

“You too, Hoseok-ssi. You look like you could use a good sleep. Goodbye.” Yoongi smiled, walking out of the door. 

Hoseok's eyes followed his figure until he turned and then the shadow moved on the ground from the sunlight. 

No matter how much he tries to shake his head and move on from the little crush he has on his customer, his heart seems to chase him more. 

Yes, he has tried to get off the feelings in his heart. 

For a customer at that. 

Fleeting and unstable. 

But he's unable to do that. Now that Yoongi has left the shop, he feels the air shifting again. 

The smoke curling up from the burner on the table, that usually stabilises his mind, feels thick and suffocating. 

He pressed a palm on his heart, closing his eyes. He took some deep and long breaths, focusing his mind on his breathing. 

The first thing he was taught in his childhood when he was disturbed by the fleeting, constant glimpses of the future and past lives was meditation. 

That's what helped him. 

That's what soothes him. 

Meditation stabilises his mind and strengthens his powers more. 

He opened his eyes when the bell rang above the doors. 

Time to get back to work. 

When he turned to check some candle stakes in the counter drawer, he saw the moon print on the wall having some streaks of silver linings, like it's getting a life through silver veins. 

He frowned, he tried to check if the golden colour of the design was peeling off. But it was nothing like that. It was like a…

A pulse. 

Vibrating through the laminated paint on its own. It was never there before. 

Hoseok stepped towards it cautiously like it'd jump on him if anything. He forwarded his trembling hand at it. 

But it slipped through the slick laminated design as if it was painted there from before. He blinked. 

Brushing his hand on the silver streak…

Something blinding flashed in front of his eyes, startling him out of nowhere. He pulled back his hand. 

His heart clenched, throat drying up at the visions. 

He anticipated if he should touch the silver line again! The unknown flash and vision seemed something out of the world. Something he hasn't seen or known before. 

And the unknown is scary. 

Unknown is unpredictable. 

He still tried to touch it. Did in fact. This time, he tried to keep his touch for more than a few fractions of seconds. 

He closed his eyes as soon as the same blinding light flashed. 

A  flash of silver light, a shining white flower on top of a mountain. 

A glistening and bright forest that danced happily under the moonlight. A cave, which screamed life. 

Two shadows together forming a bond. A pair of sharp and feline, glistening eyes. Tears pooling at the waterlines, screaming sorrow and endless pain. 

And a trembling voice saying something unclear and muffled. 

He pulled his hand with a huff. And when he opened his eyes, tears slid past his waterlines. 

He didn't understand why he was crying. He didn't understand why those crying, devastating eyes pained him so much. 

He huffed in pain. His heart aching in agony, so much that he couldn't suppress the whimper as he fell on the floor with a soft thud. 

He parted his lips to help himself breathe steadily. Tears continued to flow from his eyes. His heart clenched in his chest, throbbing with some extra skips. 

Those eyes— he has seen them before. 

Never in his life he had visions from touching a lifeless object. Smoke swirled around him, but he couldn't see anything anymore. He saw those unbearable painful scenes only when he touched the silver streak. 

Was it something related to the moon on his wall? Or… 

The real moon?!

He saw moon essence in every part of his vision, the forest, the blinding silver flash, the cave basking in the moonlight. Everything…

Everything was related to the moon.

And maybe to Yoongi. 

Because those eyes were Yoongi's. He knows that. He can never forget those feline and unreadable eyes that look at him with an unrecognising vulnerability. 

“What… What was that? What's happening?” he whispered to himself. Too confused about the incident. 

࣪ ִֶָ☾.࣪ ִֶָ☾.࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Nights always felt different when Yoongi walked under them. The moonlight bright over his head, but he does not look up at it. Never. 

He does not want to reminisce about those hurtful memories. He does not wish to relive them again. 

He can not handle that kind of pain again. It was unbearable as it was. And he still has been suffering from that even now. His bright silver hair was yet another reminder of that fateful day. When he passes by the tall glass buildings, the reflection pains him. His reflection of still and shining aura scares him sometimes. 

And Hoseok's shop is like an escape for him. A sanctuary. 

The ache, the fear, the sorrow and the lingering shadows soothes down at that place. 

The fragrance makes him forget those negative thoughts and feelings. Smoke blurs his eyes from seeing the moon. And Hoseok's bright smile, blinding and pure— exchanges the moonlight for him. 

And at the end, every thought, every fear and all kinds of illusions dissipate in front of Hoseok. 

His Hoseok. 

He feels an immense amount of affection and longing when he sees him, but what an irony of the gods!!

That he can't do anything to express it. He can't even speak a word about it. 

Other than every obstacle and unspoken rule older than his memories, he has watched Hoseok with his eyes that expressed exhaustion of following rules, tiredness of waiting lifetimes. 

Eyes…. That has experienced loss, closely and intimately. 

He watched Hoseok, noticing everything. He noticed every twitch of his fingers, every shift of his gaze, every shudder of his breaths. Every heartbeat that pulsed aggressively in his chest. Yet, he can not react to that. 

Only he knows how much he has struggled ever since he entered the incense shop the first time. How much he ached to be responsive to his heart's call, urges to reach out. 

He sighed as he looked down at Hoseok's closed shop. Darkened and silent. Hoseok lives in the upper studio house. He must be sleeping at this moment. 

The time is near. 

This time, he won't be losing anything. 

Neither his love, nor the memories that went down the drain from the moment he decided to let go. 

࣪ ִֶָ☾.࣪ ִֶָ☾.࣪ ִֶָ☾.

“I'll make it up to you, Hoseok.” Hoseok heard a whisper as he saw himself sleeping peacefully on someone's lap. He couldn't see anything else clearly, other than himself. 

But the pain and agony the voice carried was heavier than a mountain. A hiccup left the pretty lips that he could see blurrily on top of him, crying ugly and a breathless sobbing mess. Shoulders trembling and eyes squeezed shut. 

He could feel the pain from his wailing. His body radiating brightness and positivity, but his heart was clenching tight in his chest walls. He could even hear his ragged heartbeat that was beating louder by the moment. 

He was feeling breathless, as if his air supply had been cut off. The surrounding air felt thick, suffocating even. 

He wanted to reach out… to the man who was crying above him. To wipe his tears, to comfort him somehow. But his hand wouldn't move. His body wouldn't respond. Everything in him wanted to console the man, but he was helpless. 

He didn't realise but he was crying. A cold gust of breeze passed, making him feel the coolness where his tears streaked down his cheeks. 

Everything felt like slipping through his fingers….

He jerks awake with a gasp. Tears slipped from his eyes, chest heaving as if he was drowning. 

His room was dark and quiet. 

Sometimes, he felt too lonely. Alone in the studio house above his own shop. No neighbours or friends. Jimin was his only friend, he takes him as a younger brother. But he had his own life. He was young and was in university. A phase of life people enjoy to the fullest. 

The ache in his heart felt too real like he was the one who was in pain. 

The incident from the afternoon was already swirling in his head and now this… 

This is unsettling and eerie in its own way. The trembling whisper that promised to make up for him, still ringed in his ear. It left him shaken. 

His heart just wouldn't stop trembling and clenching from time to time. 

࣪ ִֶָ☾.࣪ ִֶָ☾.࣪ ִֶָ☾.

It has been three days since the dream and the earlier visions haunting him. He hasn't been able to sleep since then. 

Whenever he tried to sleep, the feline, teary eyes glared at his head. 

The whispers, the shaking shoulders and the sobs were carved in his heart. The unbearable pain the man was going through felt too personal. 

Too real. 

He groaned, holding his head. His head doesn't stop throbbing. The burner on his counter has long been cold. The smoke and fragrance which calmed him, couldn't soothe the gnawing uneasiness and restlessness inside him. 

He brushes a hand through his hair, pulling them slightly to stop the headache, but nothing works. 

Neither the pleasant scent of the candles. 

Nor the music he put on his phone to distract himself. 

Not the younger boy in the store rambling about his day to entertain him. 

He turned to look at the wall behind the counter table. The golden printed, shimmering moon staring back at him. The shining silver streak that turned into a nightmare for him three days ago has vanished completely. 

Mysteriously and without a trace behind. 

“Why…. Just why is this happening to me?” He mumbled to himself, confused and messed up. 

He sighed, for maybe the nth time this day. His body feels weak from overthinking and stress. He just can not stop his mind from wandering towards the nightmare and those visions. 

The shop was silent today, as though it's reacting to his inner situation. 

Jimin has long gone to his university, having done with his work. He could hear the faint bell rings from the temple in the distance. 

He was startled from the tiny bell above the door chimed softly. 

The sleepless nights made his body hyperactive. He flinched and looked up to see the new customer and… 

Oh!! It's not a new customer. 

It's the oldest of his customers. Yoongi.

His breath hitched the moment he saw his face. Silver hair shining on his head, sharp, tired and glossy eyes looking back at him. 

The moonlight reflecting from his behind, making his silhouette have a halo of an aura. Yoongi was late today and it was evident on his face. 

His eyes looked like he hadn't slept for days. The dark circles he saw three days ago were darker today. His skin tone was paler than usual. His fingers twitched on his sides, like they wanted to reach out, but are restrained with some invisible binds. 

His lips parted, maybe to say something, but closed again. Like he was uncertain, unsure of what he wanted to say. 

Hoseok smiled slightly. “Welcome, Yoongi-ssi.” 

Yoongi stepped inside, standing in front of the table, just in front of Hoseok. “Hoseok-ssi…” 

His voice carried a burden, he tried to cover the slight tremble, but Hoseok caught it. 

He always did. 

“It's been a while.” He feels ridiculous when he realises what he said this, when it has just been three days. But it felt like years to him with those visions and dreams torturing him day and night. 

Yoongi's lips stretched up with a smile. His gaze flickered to the moon-wall, just at the spot where the silver streak was there the day Yoongi visited. His eyes lingered there for a moment too long. A flash of grief and sudden memory went past his eyes. 

He gulped a lump in his throat. “You're late today.” Hoseok tried to speak to him, to pull him out of the trance he's in. 

Yoongi turned his head slightly to look at him. “Am I…?” 

Hoseok nodded as he hummed. “Yeah, you usually come before sunset.” 

Yoongi nodded, avoiding his eyes. His voice softened with a low tone. “I know. I tried not to come today.” 

The small smile on Hoseok's lips vanished. His heart leaped to his throat. Did he do something wrong for Yoongi to think like this!!

“But… Why?” 

“Because here, I forget things I should not. I shouldn't be finding an escape.” His breath hitched as he spoke. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment.  

His eyes flickered to the wall again and to Hoseok again. “You've had trouble sleeping.” 

Hoseok blinked, a bit surprised. “Is it that obvious?” 

“Ofcourse, look at you. You look so tired and weak like you haven't slept for days. Your situations are always obvious to me.” Yoongi titles his head. 

Hoseok's breath stuttered for a moment. 

“Is something hurting you? I've never seen you like this?” Yoongi continued, looking worried slightly. It's rare for him to show expressions. Maybe the emotions failed to be suppressed, he tried so hard to hide and escaped his walls. 

And the memories of the dreams and visions flashed in front of his eyes. 

The silvery world. The shining flower. The trembling shoulder indicating his excruciating sorrow. And those feline eyes. 

Oh! The sharp, feline and teary eyes. 

Suddenly the blurry face became clear. 

Suddenly…. Those eyes have a face now. The silver shadowy silhouette has a clear image now. Just in front of his eyes. Blinking and looking directly in his eyes. 

Hoseok froze. His breath seemingly stopped pumping in his heart. His eyes widened in realisation. He believed those eyes belonged to Yoongi. 

But realising that the man he has a crush on for more than two years, was crying violently, holding his sleeping body as if the world ended was something unbelievable for him. 

He saw Yoongi crying and holding him close to his heart. 

“Hoseok-ssi…?” Yoongi rounded the table to hold Hoseok, who felt like the world was tilting and rolling. 

Hoseok grabbed the table to stabilise himself. He felt a pair of hands holding his bare arms. “It was you.” 

Yoongi frowned, looking at his brown eyes that were drifting between him and the golden moon behind him. He looked for water. Now was not the time to get answers from him, when he looked close to slip from his hands… again. 

A water bottle was kept in the corner of the table. He sat Hoseok down on his chair and grabbed it. Hoseok was mumbling something in his mouth. Sweat drops haloing around his forehead in winter. His dainty figure was shaking slightly. He opened the cap of the bottle and directed it to Hoseok's mouth. 

Hoseok glanced at him before accepting it. 

When he finally looked like he was calmer, he was at a loss for words. What should he ask? What did you see that made you lose yourself? 

“Why were you holding me and crying, Yoongi-ssi?” Hoseok murmured, looking straight but his eyes were lost in his words, searching for answers. 

He could see Yoongi surprised from his peripheral vision. Surprised or shocked, he couldn't really decipher. 

He never saw his future or past life until this moment, neither his own. But suddenly the visions punched him to the gut with a silver line in the man's absence was different than anything he has ever experienced. 

He looked up at Yoongi, who seemed like wasn't even breathing. He was not even blinking. “Why were you holding me like I was…” 

Is he just rambling? Yoongi could never remember his past life, right? No one can! But the reaction he just received was enough of a signal that he knows something. 

“That's not possible.” Yoongi whispered, eyes almost teary. 

Hoseok took a step forward. “What's— what's not possible?” 

He was desperate to know the answers at this point. Because he was not able to digest the fact that Yoongi was crying holding him. His body to be more specific. Although he knew that it was him. He could feel his body too light. Breath was foreign word for him. His hands couldn't read his mind when he wanted to console his… crush. 

Whose past life was it? His? Yoongi's? Because he was certain that was not a future glimpse. 

Yoongi finally looked up at his face. Eyes meeting his own. A strange vulnerability hiding deep beneath that's breaking his heart. “You were not supposed to see that so soon, Hoseok” 

“What do you mean by that? I did see it anyway and so what? I felt it, your grief, the immense pain and the way you held me.. was something unexplainable. I could feel you but I felt like… like I was about to die or was dead—” 

“Don't speak that word, Hoseok.” His face has now contorted into something painfully broken. 

Hoseok still could feel the ache in his heart, and it twists from time to time when he sees a glance of Yoongi in pain. 

“You were not dead.” A drop of tear slipped past his eyes. He lifted his trembling hands from his sides to the front, palms up. He looked down at his hand. “You were dying…. In my arms. I couldn't do anything other than waiting.” 

Hoseok's eyes glistened over. His knees felt weak. The information was a bit… fragile? He doesn't know what to call it. 

How does Yoongi remember his past life? 

“How do you remember your past life?” He frowned, wanting to reach out, but it felt like it was forbidden. 

Yoongi shook his head, a sigh escaping his lips. “It's not my past life. You can not see my past life because I don't have one. 

It's my past, Hoseok. Our past.” 

Our past ? His past or past life? He remembers his whole life though? How can it be? It's beyond him to understand that line. 

He looked back at Yoongi. “But…” 

“You were not supposed to remember your death—” Yoongi shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut. “No, No. Your long sleep. I wanted you to forget that. You agreed unwillingly. But… Why do you remember that?” he shook his head again. It seemed like he was talking to himself. 

What did he even mean? 

“What are you saying, Yoongi-ssi? I don't understand. What did I agree on? What long sleep?” Hoseok asked, breathless. 

Yoongi was just rambling at this point. “Hoseok, the memories should have come to you slowly and from the very start. That was how it should be. Why did you see that? The moment you left me.” 

Hoseok's stomach twisted weirdly. His throat went dry. He doesn't understand even a word Yoongi's saying. This is the first time Yoongi and him are interacting so much. But to think it's so weird and out of the world…. He never imagined this. “Left… but we just met two years ago.” 

Yoongi's eyes snapped to his face. His voice is low, gentle, soft yet desperate and hesitant. “You really think we began there? Even after what you saw?” 

Hoseok tried to wrap his head around even a sentence he has said. So, they have met in past life. No, his past life, because Yoongi said, he does not have a past life. It's his past. So, what kind of a thing… is he? 

He stepped back instinctively, his back hitting the display shelf behind him. His head is aching because of the constant data he's gaining through his crush— customer… or something else now!!

“Hoseok…. Your hand!” Yoongi's voice pulled him out of his headspace. 

He looked at his hand, which was mysteriously shining, even through his fluffy light green gloves, as if it had a bulb within it, flickering with a loose power. 

He felt scared. His fingers twitched and burned. His hands trembled violently. The light center was on his palm. 

He tried to make it go by swinging off his hand fast. He wanted to believe that it'll go away if he just flings it. But the light flashed like twinkling fairy lights. “What is.. what's happening?” 

Yoongi grabbed his hand to stop it. “Hoseok… stop!” 

And… The moment their skin connected, Yoongi's fingers touched Hoseok's wrist, the glow intensified, outlining their hand shapes. 

Tears flew through his eyes in overwhelming emotions. “Make it go away, Yoongi. What's this light?” 

Hoseok turned his head away from their hands. The light bursted through Hoseok’s clothed arm. “Ah…!!” He felt a burn surging through his arm, following the light. He stopped breathing, stopped moving. His face, and neck turned red. 

“Hoseok, breath. Your powers are awakening!” He would hear Yoongi mumbling with his sweet and low voice just by his ears. But the cursed word makes his heart clenched and throat squeezed. 

Powers. 

The cursed thing has been hunting since he could understand and memories the world. What's with this other power? 

“What is going on? Why am I the one with mysterious powers? It hurts, burns.” He sobbed once.

“What… what am I, Yoongi?” He clenched on Yoongi's coat with his free hand. He looked like a poor fragile thing Yoongi once had seen in his life. Only once. 

He traced some random shapes on his warm hand and brushed his head with his other hand. The light has dimmed, the burn has soothed slightly. “Something ancient. Something powerful. Something to the moon.” 

He didn't really understand anything but he didn't want to dig up more. Whatever he learned today was already too much. He must have been a fool to be so eager to know the answers. Not even thinking about anything other than the story. As much as it's intriguing, it's too deep and mysterious. Mysterious is also scary. 

He sighed once before leaning forward, to Yoongi. He rested his head on his shoulder. He didn't think much, didn't notice much before doing this. It just felt right, comforting and safe. 

Yoongi continued to brush and run his head, slowly and gently. Maybe he knows everything. Maybe, he could answer every question. But he's too exhausted, emotionally and finally physically too. The three days he hasn't been sleeping got in his head. 

His eyes were closing slowly. He could feel the coolness on his warm wrist from Yoongi's fingers. 

Another sigh escaped his mouth. Before closing his eyes, he could see another silver streak. Crawling up from the base of the moon on the right side, following and consuming the golden pattern. But as long as he does not touch it, he wouldn't have visions… right? 

Right!! 

࣪ ִֶָ☾.࣪ ִֶָ☾.࣪ ִֶָ☾.

He was sleeping somewhere, sandalwood and chamomile scent surrounding him. He feels cold. Everything was cold, including his body. But it doesn't really make him shiver like usual. It was weirdly safe and familiar. 

He felt a hand in his hair, brushing and scratching occasionally. He could sense someone else was there too. A safe presence around him, gentle and familiar. 

He could also hear some footsteps and a murmur, but couldn't really figure out what he was saying. He felt like he was floating inside the water. Almost like he felt when he was laying on Yoongi's lap in that dream. 

And suddenly everything changes. 

Maybe the scenario changed or maybe he was somewhere else without him realising. 

Everything was stony, but beautiful and ancient. Flowers blooming from its impossible corners. Its branches crawl down from the dips of joint stones. Soft white, blue and orange flower petals glowing, like the moonlight touched it. 

Flambeaus were torched high with some distance between them, flickering every now and then casting a soft golden glow in the sanctuary. 

A stone bed was placed in the centre with some artistic carvings. He thought he'd seen it before but couldn't really recognise it. The mattress upon it seemed soft and cozy though. A fluffy blanket folded at the corner. Perfect for a cool camping night. 

He somehow felt he had slept there before. He's been there before. A soft breeze flew past him, his hair danced with it. He frowned, feeling a white cloud on his head. 

He brushes his hair, a rebellious long strand of his hair swung in front of his eyes. White. 

He had white hair. Oh! He has only tried one color bleach in his life though. Red. He had red hair when he just joined University. But, never white.

He frowned as an empty feeling churned in his stomach. A presence outside echoed through the sanctuary as though the flowers, the branches and the flames and even the air, everything was reacting to that presence or maybe his presence. He does not understand if he was being honest. 

His body moved without his consent, towards the entrance. The entrance was closed with huge wooden gates. He saw two smaller gates on either side of the entrance. 

The huge doors opened with a light force. His heart thumped in his chest walls. Yoongi entered with his usual unreadable expression but seemed shocked when their eyes met. 

He was surprised too. His heart ached mysteriously, instead of being excited as usual. His eyes glistened up unknowingly. He couldn't control his own body. It was like he was being controlled by someone else. Or maybe another spirit was resting and controlling his body other than himself. 

Yoongi's lips parted, but closed again. He walked forward, slowly and hesitating. 

But his steps filtered before growing into bigger steps, leaping through the stone floor. Desperate and relieved. 

He stopped in front of Hoseok, taking in every shape and curve of Hoseok's body before zeroing on his face. Tears pooled in his waterlines, but his lips widened in a smile. A smile filled with gums and teeth. A happy and peaceful one, as though he was free from some load. 

Yoongi grabbed his arms. “Hos— Hoseok…!! Oh my god, you woke up?!” 

He felt himself smiling, tears streaming down his cheeks, but he didn't understand why he was crying when the man of his dreams was smiling so huge, holding him. 

“Yes, my majesty. I did. You worked so hard for it, after all!” Hoseok tilted his head. It really felt like he was just observing himself and Yoongi from a third party perspective. 

Yoongi snorted, but the smile on his pretty lips became even bigger. He looked really happy. 

And suddenly he started sobbing, hiccuping and crying again. He felt his eyes burn, crying too. He hugged Yoongi, tight and warm. “Didn't I listen to you well and wake up? Why are you crying now, my majesty?” 

Yoongi released a sigh, taking a long and deep breath to speak. He could feel his body shuddering against his own. He felt him nodding on his shoulder, his hair grazing his nape. “You did. I'm just relieved, slightly free from the guilt.” 

He felt his heart drop to his stomach. A pain stabbed in his heart. But he wanted to console Yoongi more. He petted his back, blinking his own tears away. “You don't need to feel guilty, Yoongi. It was my own will. I chose that option.” 

“Still…. It was because of me.” Yoongi buried his head in his nape, tightening his arms around his torso. 

Hoseok shook his head. “No. Please don't blame yourself. I don't like that.” He pulled apart, a pout on his lips evident. 

Yoongi chuckled and cooed, nodding. His cheeks must be hurting from how big he is smiling but it seemed to not bother him. “I won't do that if you don't like, my little fae.” 

Yoongi smooched his pout away. He felt butterflies in his stomach, like he did when he entered his shop. His ear tips and cheeks burned. He heard himself giggling as he leaned in more. 

Fae? What's a fae? And why could he feel a warmth being called by that title or name? Little fae. His majesty? It was weirdly familiar yet he doesn't know anything. So, he was a fae in his last life. What kind of a fae? Was this what Yoongi was talking about back in the shop? Long sleep!! He woke up from a death sleep from what he noticed from all these. 

A pain shot in his heart again. It was too deep and hard that he doubled over in pain. Yoongi caught him before his knees gave out. He whimpered in pain. “What's happening, Hoseok? Are you feeling pain somewhere?” 

His hand flew to his sternum. He was having a hard time breathing, let alone talk. Still, he whispered, “I'm afraid, afraid I can't be your fae, my majesty!” 

Yoongi's brows knitted, so hard that his face was contorted into fear, or maybe anger. “What!! What are you saying, Hoseok? Why can't you be? You woke up after centuries and now you're telling me you'll leave me again?” 

Yoongi's voice gradually turned louder. He was angry. Scared. Guilty and much more he could ever feel. It was radiating off him, with his aura that shines so brightly against his skin. “What can I even be without my shine as a fae? That was my life goal, my majesty. I can not be a direct fae again… Never like this.” 

Yoongi shook his head. “No… please no, Hoseok. I'll talk to my father. I'll find a way.” 

He spoke something in between his gasps and groans, so soft that even he could not clear out what he just said. 

“What did you say, Hoseok? I couldn't hear!” Yoongi rubbed his palm against his sternum, but nothing seemed to work. The pain was growing harder and deeper, as though it'll split his heart apart. 

“You. Can. Not. There… is no way to do it.” 

That was the last thing he heard. Yoongi's shocked and tearful face was what he last saw, again. In his lap. As he fell down, Yoongi pulled him to his lap, just beside his heart. 

just like that day. 

He could hear Yoongi scream to make his return, for him to come back and wake up again. But there was no response. He was dead, just like that day. That's what he felt. He hated that feeling. The deadly and emptiness feeling. 

His body shuddered, as he tried to open his eyes, lift his hand, but it was hard for him to do so, for some unknown reason. 

He heard a faint, low and deep voice close to his ears. A breathy air blowing his face.

“Hoseok…. Hoseok, wake up. You're just dreaming, Hoseok. Follow my voice and come back.” 

He woke up with a gasp, clenching on his sheets, taking small and quick breaths. He felt a coolness on his lips. He looked down, a glass of water.

He was surprised! Has Jimin come back while he was sleeping? What was he even doing before sleeping? 

He looked to his right to see and blinked. Yoongi. 

How was he there? Why was he there? “You fell asleep when I was calming you down, so I took you up here.” 

The memories before the dream came back flooding in his brain. The confrontation, his arm lighting up, Yoongi holding him and the silver streak before he fell asleep. 

“Don't think too much now. Have some water. I'll try to explain when you're calm enough again.” Yoongi murmured, directing the glass to his lips again. 

Hoseok gulped down some sips, forcing himself not to think much as Yoongi said. But it is hard when life throws you to a mysterious world within yours. 

He was in his studio room, which is just upstairs from his shop. The shop. 

He was about to ask again if they left the shop open, but Yoongi beat him to that. “I closed the shop, it was almost time anyway.” 

He nodded, resting against the headrest of the bed. The dream swirled in his head along with the questions. He was already confused and now he has even more questions. He slept after three nights, but he dreamed about them again. 

It's actually nothing nightmare-ish. But it was hard to feel that emptiness and light headed feeling when he was seemingly dead, both of the times. And it was even harder to see the man he likes cry like that. Like..!! 

He thinks he can leap it up to that word, because if it was just a small, little crush, he must have been over it already. It's been more than two years after all. 

They spent some time in silence, lost in their own thoughts. 

Hoseok noticed the time as his eyes drifted from here to there as he was thinking about the vision and the dreams. It was 1 am in the morning. Did I sleep that much while I was dreaming about us ? He thought. 

He glanced at Yoongi, who was sitting just beside him on his bed. He didn't even talk about leaving. He was looking down on his lap, fumbling with his fingers. He said they'll talk when he is calm. 

But he couldn't. The dreams swirled in his mind, now combined together, creating more questions in his head without any answers. The answer…. Is sitting beside him. But was he ready for that? 

“I saw us in the dream again.” He echoed as he was glancing out of the lone glass window in his room through the slightly parted space between the curtains.  

He just wanted to get off this. He wanted to be normal again, like he used to be. Whatever this is, is hard for him. The pain felt too real, either emotional or physical. Everything seemed like he was personally experiencing it. 

Yoongi looked up at him, confused. Hoseok wondered what he was confused about. About what he saw or… how much, or which part! But something lingered deep in his eyes, something unrecognisable. 

“But we were in a sanctuary. I saw myself. I saw you.” He released a sigh before continuing. Yoongi's gaze was filled with a bit of curiosity and a slight fear. He could see the twitch of his hand, lifting his hand to reach out but didn't touch him this time, kept his hand just beside Hoseok's on the sheets. He could see the slight hitch of his breath. Too soft to be noticed, but not for Hoseok. 

“What… exactly did you see this time?” Yoongi asked him softly, his voice like a purr of a small wolf. 

Hoseok's eyes were lost in the dream. It felt intimate somehow. Like it was their secret and he wasn't supposed to say out loud. The way Yoongi hugged him, the way they giggled together and the way they kissed there. He felt a slight burn in his cheeks at the memory. 

Yoongi peeked at his features as he dipped his head, baffled. 

“Umm…. I saw you happy this time. So happy, but guilty too.” A realisation washed over Yoongi, reminiscing about those days. He parted his lips to remind, but stopped as Hoseok continued. 

“At first, I was just sleeping somewhere, but I could feel a presence, a lingering pleasant scent. A hand scratching my head to lull me into sleep. But then…. Something changed.” He frowned, contemplating how to continue. 

“It felt like I woke up from a long sleep, like you said. Maybe it was that. It was like I couldn't control my body, although it was mine.” His hand unknowingly went to rub his arms, the lingering cold giving him goosebumps. 

“And then I saw, shocked or surprised. You ran to me in a daze, but then you sobbed out of relief, smiling still. You looked at me as if…. As if it had been a while.” His breath fastened as he remembered the next incident. 

“But then… I collapsed, a strange and unbearable pain crushed me so hard.” Yoongi flinched. He did. His jaw tightened, like knew. Oh! He did know about everything. He's the key character, after all. 

“The last thing I saw was you kneeling beside me. And I think screaming for someone to bring me back, for me to come back.” Hoseok shook his head, sighing again. When he looked back at Yoongi. He was frowning, jaw tightened and his fist clenching the sheet. His eyes shining in the dim light of his room. His long hair covering his eyes, brushing over his lashes. His throat bobbing every now and then. 

“I don't understand why you're having dreams like these. Moon memories are supposed to be gentle and happy. Other memories should come to you when you get back.” he murmured, feeling helpless. Because, if he doesn't know, then who could!

“Moon memories? Oh! Also you called me a fae in that dream. Why? What kind of a fae? What was I even? And what are you? If I'm reborn, then why are you still the Yoongi in my dreams? Ugh… my head hurts!” He grasps his head with his palm, pressing on the nerves. 

“You….” Yoongi took a deep breath before saying, “You were a moon fae, Hoseok. I know it's hard to believe these days, but you were one.” Yoongi nodded firmly, hoping Hoseok would believe him. 

The world has changed, for better or worse, he doesn't know. Only the almighty God knows where this world lies in the future. And his future too. He can not see the future, but he can predict well, except for his own and Hoseok's future. 

“And… and what about you? What are you? Why were we in so much pain?” His eyes crinkled at the end, worry and desperation filling in, but he doesn't have much power to date them at this moment. 

“I'll tell you everything when the time comes. You'll know soon anyway. As for me, I'm…” He hesitated before saying, gulping a lump down his throat, contemplating whether he should say the truth or not. Hoseok would see it in his dreams or visions soon anyway. 

“I'm… the reason you died. No, no, I mean… damn it. I didn't mean to say that cursed word. Sorry.” Yoongi shook his head, he looked almost nauseous as soon as he said that. 

Hoseok's heart did a hard twist. The reason he died in his last life was him! He has seen past lives and future visions. Generally, what he saw was a bit far than what it was until he saw the entire story. Human lives are made with misunderstandings, lies and twisted truths. He knew there was something deeper. This must only be half or just another misunderstanding. 

A being like Yoongi, he has seen for three years… he does not think he can harm someone, let alone his… his lover? Mate? Whatever the thing between them was!

He refused to believe that. 

“A pathetic being who's still living a cursed life, snatching yours away.” Yoongi's eyes were distant, reminiscing whatever their past was. 

“I was a prince you gave your life to. As you asked, what am I! Not who. I'm not a human. For now… I'm the new moon god.” Yoongi continued, finally meeting Hoseok's eyes. 

Hoseok's lips parted in utter shock. His eyes widened and blinked slowly to process his words. 

A moon god! Sitting right beside him. And he was a moon fae! Is he still dreaming? 

A chuckle escaped Yoongi's mouth. A pleasant sound hit Hoseok's ears for a while. “You're not dreaming still, Hoseok. This is real.” 

Hoseok blinked at him. Still processing the information, he tried to connect them together. A moon and its fae. It's not really unheard of, but it was one of the many stories they spread in fairytale books or novels. 

“You said… that you were the reason I died! What does that mean? I know it's not the entire truth.” Hoseok looked at him hopefully, his pretty doe eyes shining with the glint of silver in them. As always.

A smile bloomed in Yoongi's lips. Hoseok… always the one who's so calm, so patient and so…. Pure. 

“I'll tell you later. For now, you can not know everything. You're still processing whatever you saw and what I said. It'll be hard for your human mind to understand everything and your emotions, they'll be hard to control. And your powers, they're eager to come back to you. Flickering and loose as it is. You need to learn how to control them.” Yoongi said softly, gently, looking at him with something different than usual. Not the general sad and unreadable eyes. This was something familiar and in a positive way. 

Yoongi turned his head to his left, a corner of the room shining with an unknown light. He looked back at the bed, Hoseok's hand directed in that direction. His smile widened. “Look…” 

Hoseok looked up at the sound, Yoongi was looking towards another side. He followed and furrowed his brows. 

Where did the light come from? 

Oh.. how..” Hoseok whispered. The light flickering. A silver light against his recliner chair, a book upon it upside down, which should be in a dark corner of his studio room at this hour of night. 

“You did that.” Yoongi sounded happy. A chirp in his voice that made his heart flutter. 

Hoseok shook his head, confused. He didn't do anything. “No. I did not. I don't even know how.” 

“You don't need to know them, Hoseok-ah. You need to understand them first. Moon faes don't cast magic with spells. It's controlled by their emotions.. because they are born with it.” Yoongi explained like a lecturer. 

It reminded him of University professor, a little older, but gentlman… his hair grey with age or maybe not, because it looked natural. The man was his favorite. And he seemed that he was his favorite student too. The man always smiled at him. Never called him out for his mistakes instead he explained him things gently, teaching him things like they were a secret. 

“Hoseok…” Yoongi's voice snapped him out of his memories. “This light was there because you were surprised just now. It reflected your emotions as casted a strong shine on the direction of your hand.”

Hoseok looked down at his hand, resting in the sheets. He circles his lips on o shape, learning some new (not stressful) facts. 

“But… How do I control them? What if people see and get scared? That's why my vision powers are only known to limited people.” Hoseok mumbled.

Yoongi hesitantly reached to touch Hoseok's hand. The touch was cold and gentle. A shiver reached down his spine from the coolness, because it's winter. But still, he pressed his thumb on Yoongi's back of the hand. 

“It'll be slightly hard. But you need to learn how to control them. If you agree, I can take you somewhere remote and I can also call someone to teach you too. He'll be happy to help.” The distance between them closed down slightly as Hoseok leaned into the touch and Yoongi seemed to slide closer. “Will you come with me?” 

Something in Hoseok stirred, screaming to say yes. But he was also afraid of the unknown future, threatening him to refuse but Yoongi is his safe space. He learned that this evening when he was spiraling over the burn and light shot through his arm. 

“I want to. I really do… but, what if I hurt someone. It hurts me today. What if I—” The fingers around Hoseok's hand tightened with a firm comfort. 

“You won't. The fae who'll teach you is as old as me. He'll reach you and I'll be there too. Every step, every day, every level of your improvement.” Yoongi smiled, his fingers entiwining with Hoseok's slowly, giving time to Hoseok to pull away, but he didn't. His heart, somehow, always knew where to go, where to draw him. 

“Okay.” As though he was enchanted by the god in front of him, his eyes were lost in his. His heart believed him blindly. His body leaned into every touch and brush of their hands. 

“Okay…? You'll come with me?” Yoongi's voice cracked in a hopeful pledge and happiness. 

“Yes. I'll come with you.” Hoseok nodded slowly, eyes never leaving Yoongi's bright one. 

Yoongi sighed a breath of relief, before pressing his forehead on Hoseok's temple, softly. Hoseok blinked. His heart burst from the proximity, but his eyes still were lost in the deity's. 

For a moment, his heart thumped as he felt a breath on his lips and just down his nose. A warmth spread through his stomach. Something clicked in his head, but couldn't put his finger on it. 

He shoved that thought to the back of his mind, when Yoongi whispered. “Thank you…” 

Like his pleas were listened to by the god. 

Like he's grateful to the fate and its consequences and situations that brought him here. 

A god in the mortal’s world. For a human. For him. 

“I trust you.” Blindly even. Without any reason and logic. Just on his instincts. 

Yoongi smiled, closing his eyes. He looked ethereal. He is ethereal. Unreal and out of the world. 

“I'm amazed at the work of God and their art of making hearts of creatures. Always known and beating with our instincts and knowledge of where it should give up or stay strong. You always amaze me. And you always trusted me, my little fae.” The whispers sat heavy on his ears. Familiar and soft enough to melt his heart like a puddle. 

Little fae. Even if it wasn't one, it fluttered his heart. A dust of pink and red on his cheeks as if it's an intimate gesture. His free hand touched Yoongi's shoulder, gently, almost resting if he was real. Even if they lean on each other, skin to skin. Even if his hand is entangled with his. It still felt like a dream. 

“I'm scared though.” Scared of the future, of the consequences, of the powers and memories yet to come within him. 

“That's good. That means you're accepting it. And understanding its value and weight. And that never means you need to rest or stop. That means you have to face it with bravery and courage.” The breaths hit him as every word spoken by Yoongi. His words work like magic. 

He doesn't know or understand anything, but he knows, the fear quiets down with Yoongi. 

He smiles. He takes a long breath, eyes fluttering open, he didn't even know when to close them. Yoongi was looking at him with adoration in his eyes, now that he understands and looks up at him. 

“Hoseok, I wouldn't let anything happen to you. Never again.” A palm presses against his cheeks, like a promise was sealed between them. And to be honest, he was still scared of the outcome of this whole ordeal, but he was willing to learn as long as Yoongi was with him. Just like he learned to press down the visions at his will in his childhood. 

Then I'll come with you, wherever you take me.” An oath of a deal. A soft smile directed towards him. Raw and real. Finally, he felt something like bliss and a happy little smile made a heart on his lips. They'll figure out whatever happens in the future. 

“My brave little fae.” Oh! His heart couldn't rest today, could it? His smile widened at the nickname. The hand on his cheeks moved to brush off a wild strand of hair away from his eyes. “You don't know how much I've waited to hear that.” 

His lips parted to say something, but the gesture he received was enough to shut his mouth. Yoongi's head moved, just enough to kiss on his temple. A light and gentle brush feathered in his skin. 

Suddenly he felt shy, his cheeks and eartips burned. His breaths felt warmer as he leaned and wrapped his arms around his deity's broad shoulders, hiding his face in his nape as though he'll see him blush in the darkness of his room. As though this has happened before.

As though…. They weren't new to this. 

࣪ ִֶָ☾.࣪ ִֶָ☾.࣪ ִֶָ☾.

The next day, he woke up alone in the bed. For no specific reason, he felt disappointed, although he was supposed to wake up alone and sleep alone. He was used to it all these years. Never was he interested in a guy or girl in his life. Too busy in his shop, studies and his visions and special clients. 

He pressed his palm against the cold side of his bed, where Yoongi sat beside almost all night. He was reminded of the intimate moment he shared with Yoongi, the promises and safety and comfort he felt in his arms. Maybe, the visions and Yoongi's words were more accurate and real than any fear, rumour and misunderstanding. 

Maybe that's why he felt like a deja vu when he was relishing in their sweet moment. 

He sighed, remembering he needs to open his shop too. He stood from the bed and went freshen up.

When he descended the stairs, he was surprised to see the shop open and Jimin moving around through the glass door. 

He sure had a key to the shop. Hoseok had given him the duplicates when he was sick and couldn't even move a finger. 

He made a beeline to the shop, quick to ask Jimin how he got here so early. He doesn't even know if he came to the shop last night. Sometimes, when Jimin's tired or too late to go to the dorm, he sleeps in the backroom of the shop or with him if he's been informed. The room in the shop is small, but he has put a single bed there for Jimin. The small man is precious to him. He doesn't feel lonely sometimes because of him, when he's with Hoseok. 

The bell chimed above his head as he entered the shop. His favourite fragrance of incense is already lit on the counter. The moon wall is as clean as new and lacking the silver streak. He breathed a sigh of relief. The silver thing has been something heavy for him these days, whatever it was. 

Jimin came speed walking towards the counter, hearing the bell. He smiled widely, eyes crinkled and almost closed. Cute. 

“Hyung, you woke up!!” 

He smiled at him. His smile was infectious, just like people said his smile was the same. He thinks Jimin's smile is soul pleasing. 

“You didn't eat something, did you? Because we've ordered your favourites already.” Jimin put away the candle he held in his hand, taking the phone out of his pocket to maybe track the breakfast he had ordered. 

But then the sentence rang in his ear again. We? What did he mean by we? Are his friends there too today? Sometimes, he did bring his friend to the shop, holding a little eating party in the back of the shop. 

“We?” He echoed his thoughts, looking around the shop for anyone who could be there! 

Somehow Jimin's smile seemed like it turned to a teasing one…? Hoseok was confused. “You'll know when he comes!”

Saying that, Jimin picked up the candle again, to put it in its place for the show. 

Hoseok shook his head at Jimin's antics and walked towards the washroom to wash his hands and continue with his work. 

When he came back, a delicious aroma hit his nose. His stomach growled in hunger, triggered by the flavorful aroma of the food. 

A small table was pulled near the counter, two chairs were surrounding it. And the food bag was on the table with some plates splattered on it. 

He sat on his chair behind the counter, rubbing his hands to get ready for breakfast. 

He took out the breakfast from the bag, screaming to call Jimin. He didn't notice a figure standing behind him, suddenly from out of nowhere. 

“Do you like the dish I bought for you, my little fae?” A husky whisper just beside his ear made him jump on his seat. 

He was surprised to see Yoongi there, behind him. His hands relied on the arms of the chair, trapping him there on his spot. 

He felt warm, heat rushing to his cheeks through his blood vessels. He bit his lips to stop himself from smiling his usual heart shaped smile, wide enough to show his teeth, too shy. 

He didn't expect Yoongi to be there so soon. He didn't even know when he'd come back again. But Yoongi never fails to surprise him, from what it seems. 

“You didn't answer me, Glim.” Yoongi leaned even more down. His lips almost touching Hoseok's earlobe. His cold beath feathering his skin, making the goosebumps visible and sharper. 

“Umm… but, how do you know it's my favourite?” He tilted his head to look up, almost touching his lips with his own nose. Cold— was the first thing he could register in his mind and then a soft glow around his body, creating a shiny layer of outline in silver. 

“I know almost everything, fae.” Yoongi's lips moved. The breath he exhaled tickled Hoseok, making him smile in wonder. 

Some footsteps pattered against tiles, making them snap out of their reverie. Yoongi moved to sit on the chair beside him, working on taking out the breakfast he's ordered for Hoseok. 

Sometimes, Hoseok wondered. 

He wondered if he was still dreaming while sleeping in the shop on a cold, colorful and soft evening, breathing in the pleasing scent of his handmade candles and incense, that maybe has turned into something intoxicating..! 

Or maybe he's seeing himself and Yoongi in someone else's past or future. 

Sometimes, he felt all too real. The small and feather light touches, cold breathes grazing his skin, soft skin on his own. Dark eyes looking into his own, reminding him of some kind of fairy tale story. Maybe one of his own fairy tales. 

As Jimin walked towards the counter to have his breakfast with them, Hoseok noticed his teasing glint in his eyes and lopsided smirk on his fuller lips. The boy is always on his ass to tease about his crush or, now his love interest. 

When he looked into his teasing eyes as he sat in front of Hoseok, he frowned. He just realised that he's also never seen Jimin's past or future, not even when he brushes his hand with him, nor patted his head, nor when he squeezed his cheeks in a playful manner. 

The boy has never shown interest in knowing about his future. That didn't really make sense for him as a student, since students always want to know their future, career or relationship. They did want to know about one thing or another. 

Maybe because Jimin knows about his power and its effects and he always seemed peaceful and conscious. Sometimes, the magic fails to work on the conscious mind, even if he willingly wants to see their story. Just like his grandfather. 

When his grandfather fell sick, he wanted to know about his future. But he never let it happen. Because he taught him to grab a hold on it. As if he owned the magic, but he had no powers. Hoseok wondered sometimes. 

“Hyung…” Hoseok blinked as he turned to the source of the voice. 

“Hm..?” 

“Don't worry about the shop. I'll handle it. I just had my exams anyway. So, I have some time. My friends would help too.” He smiled and winked at him. 

Hoseok was confused about how he knew. He turned to look at Yoongi, who nodded at him with a small smile, reserved just for him. 

“Do we need to be gone for long, Yoongi?” He heard himself asked, feeling a weird nervousness pooling in his heart. 

“Um…. Probably a human month.” Did the moon residents have a different timezone then? He turned to look at Jimin, intending to brush him off if he asked something about the sentence, but the man was just enjoying his food. 

He breathed a sigh of relief, turning his head to look behind. 

Looking if the streak of silver still grazed against his unorganised patterns of the moon wall. 

It was nowhere to be seen. 

He wanted to ask Yoongi about that. But he refrained from asking in front of Jimin. He didn't want him to get involved in a matter which was something out of the world. He knows how it is for one's mental health when they don't understand shit about something but desperately want to know and understand everything about it at the same time. 

When they were done, Jimin went back to his work. Somehow, he just knew when to leave them alone or tease them. 

“Should we go now?” Yoongi brushed his finger against Hoseok's wrist, gently and hesitantly. 

“Um… but I have to pack things and where exactly are we going? Don't we need to book tickets and all?” Hoseok picked his phone, to check the online booking to wherever they're set to go, but looked at Yoongi, waiting for him to pinpoint the location. 

But Yoongi— he laughed. A melodious and all shaking from the laughter as if something was funny. 

Hoseok pouted, looking all confused. 

“Hoseok, we— I don't need to travel on a giant vehicle to reach somewhere. Just a flick of the wrist and we'll be there. I'll take you, don't worry. And you don't need to pack your clothes, I have…. Bought some.” 

Yoongi smiled as though he had accomplished an important task and achieved an award. A proud smile, all gums and teeth and happiness. Eyes almost closed. 

Oh! How Hoseok relishes these soft moments to the fullest. A blush crept up to his high cheeks and ear lobes, warming them up. “You bought clothes…. For me?” 

For a moon prince to buy clothes for a human he met frequently and interacted with just yesterday sounded ridiculous even in his head. 

But their engagement, the powers, their past stories and the silver streak everything sounded ridiculous. But here he is, talking with a moon prince, the said prince brushing his hands with his own as he looked down at their hands with his shy gaze and pinkened cheeks (also ridiculous for a moon prince who doesn't really have a human body to react like that). 

“Hmm… I did.” 

His voice was too soft. Almost muted down if they weren't sitting so closely. His fingers still brush against his wrist, now moving in a circle with some patterns within it. And his smile widened even more if that was even possible. 

Hoseok giggled at his reaction, making Yoongi look up to him with innocent and surprised sparkling eyes. “You're smiling like you've conquered the world.” 

Hoseok meant to tease, but didn't expect to be teased instead. “Well, I did, in a way.” 

He paused a breath before continuing, “Aren't you my world!” He whispered, ducking his head even more, and smiled pressed in his small lips. 

Hoseok's breath hitched. Heart skipped a beat, the world seemed to stop for a second before resuming. And he wondered how someone could love another so much! 

And… Oh! Only if he knew the past. 

“Should we leave now, Hoseok?” Yoongi stood, offering a hand to him. 

Hoseok gladly accepted and they moved further into the shop, to a corner that's hidden from the front glass door, wanting to avoid praying eyes. 

Yoongi held both of Hoseok's hands. They bid farewell to Jimin with a nod and a knowing smile.

To say that Hoseok was nervous would be an understatement. He has seen magic, and has done it on his own. But not teleportation. 

He anticipated what he'd feel during it. How they'll reach to possibly another end of the country or world. 

Yoongi squeezed his hands, assuring him by circling his thumb over his knuckles. Hoseok curled his fingers tighter in the grasp while exhaling a long breath. “Don't worry too much. It'll be over within a minute.” 

Hoseok nodded firmly. Yoongi closed his eyes. The shop felt eerily silent and vast suddenly. Jimin looked distant even though he was standing just at the end of the aisle. He closed his own eyes, not wanting to experience another weird incident. 

His stomach churned, like when you descend down from a swing. Or when you slid down in a rollercoaster from the highest peak of the ride. His feet left the ground, he curled his toes inside his shoes unintentionally. His hands pressed tighter against Yoongi's. He swore if Yoongi was a human he'd have felt the pressure. 

Then suddenly, a pleasant floral fragrance hit his nose. He couldn't really pinpoint which flower it was. He was confused between jasmine and gardenia. A cold whiff of air blew softly, grazing his face with the gentle blow. Yoongi's palm loosened its grip. He tugged in his hands instinctively, frowning. 

“Open your eyes, fae. We're here already.” Yoongi's voice rang slowly beside his ears. 

He opened his eyes slowly, surprised by the atmosphere. It was night, the sky there was endless. He could see millions of stars in the vast sky. 

The moon was low and full, spreading its silver glow on the whole world, wherever it could reach out. It was so near, he thought he could reach it if he could just fly off the ground for some meters, yet the moon was out of his reach. 

But the moon beside him walked with him, looking at him as if he was the moon instead. Dazed and entranced. 

The forest that overlooked the vast field was shimmering, like the forest was happy he came there. Leaning towards him by the heavy breeze that flows through the area. 

That made him smile, wanting to reach out. But he was disturbed by the gentle caress on his back. He turned to meet Yoongi's eyes. 

“This place…. It feels like— like… something. Something familiar, like…” 

“Like home.” Yoongi completed his sentence with a small smile. 

He nodded happily, turning to observe the place more. Flowers bloomed with a glow in the bushes and corners, the ground near the trees were framed by its gold and orange leaves. He could hear a faint water trickling sound from afar. 

He stepped forward without realising. His body seeked to see the waterbody, wherever it was. He walked and walked until he reached a waterfall, pooling into a shining river. The water flew gently, moving ahead to mix itself with the ocean, its destination. 

Yoongi reached beside him. Always near and following. “They're happy when they feel you.” 

Hoseok looked at him, surprised. “But… I didn't do anything.” 

“You don't have to. They belong to you. You've nurtured them your whole life in the past. They're always grateful to you.” Yoongi moved closer, now standing beside him. 

“It seemed like they were waiting for me.” He looked at the whole scenario like he was the one waiting to see them. Proud and longing gaze drifting from here and to there. 

“They were. And that's why you'll learn to control your power here. No one's gonna be hurt by your powers.” 

Hoseok turned back to look at him. The nervousness curled in his stomach, but something stronger made his heart firm. He reached to grab Yoongi's hand, both of his hands cradling Yoongi's larger one. “You'll be with me, right?” 

“Always and every step.” He smiled gently, tilting his head slightly with a firm nod. 

“But where will we live? We can't live in an open field, can we?” Hoseok pouted at the thought. He didn't even know how to move ahead from there. 

Yoongi chuckled, pecking a small and innocent kiss on the knuckles of Hoseok's small hand. "Of course not, darling. Although you'd survive just fine under the stars and moon.” 

His pout deepened, feigning a fake annoyance. “I could. But I don't want to wake up with dew and leaves on my body.” 

Yoongi giggled heartily. Tugging at Hoseok's hand, they walked ahead, following the river’s curve. The forest seemed dense on the other side, not even small gaps between tree roots or leaves when he looked up. Hoseok wondered where they were heading to. 

He bumped into Yoongi's sturdy and broad back when he stopped in front of the narrowest banks of the river. “Um… why did you stop? Where are we going anyway?” 

“Follow me.” Yoongi smiled while walking ahead… into the river. 

“Into the river… Why? Do you have a secret house deep inside the river? Did you forget I'm a human? I can't survive there.” Hoseok whined, protesting hard against the tugs of his hands. 

“Just believe me, fae. Nothing will happen to you and I haven't forgotten anything.” Yoongi stopped just before the water was bouncing against his feet. 

The river trembled a bit before parting to reveal a thin stoney path. Hoseok gasped, seeing the wonder with his own eyes for the first time in real life. 

Yoongi pulled him to walk upon it, leading Hoseok to the other side of the river. Hoseok looked around curiously. Nervousness and an unknown anxiousness made his body jittery, shivering once in a while, as he clenched on Yoongi's hand with his both. 

He sucked in a deep breath and exhaled with a loud sigh when they stepped onto the ground on the other side of the river. “Woah… what was that?” 

“They'll do everything for you.” A small smile and dazed stare towards the river surprised Hoseok. Didn't the river open up for the moon god, Yoongi?

“Me..?” 

“Hm. Now let's go to our sanctum.” Yoongi pulled him into the deep forest. It felt like the forest was parting its way for them too. Hoseok was all laggy there too, jumping when he heard even a chirp of a bird or rustles of the dry leaves.

The air and atmosphere seemed to somehow shift with their entry. Light fog clearing up and revealing a huge stony and wood structure, framed by the trees around it. Long vines crawled from all sides of the sanctum, adorned by some flowers. It felt familiar, much more familiar than the forest, like he has been there for a long time before. 

Hoseok was in awe. As old as the sanctum seemed to his eyes, it was beautiful, although he still didn't understand how they'll live there until… infinity period of time. 

“Come on in.” Yoongi pulled him into the cracked stone structure, his hand never even slipping from Hoseok's small palm. 

Hoseok thought it'd be dirty, spider web in the corners and moss clad walls. But what he saw was astounding and how it was maintained or made was beyond him. 

His steps slowed on the threshold as he observed every corner. It was much like the sanctuary he saw in that dream, except it seemed more modern and kind of…. Equipped! 

Torches were lit in the corners casting the golden glow inside. Vines and thin branches of flowers wrapped around the pillars like little decorations. It was like a living room. A small table with cushions on the four sides was placed in the middle. A kettle and four cups on the tables gleaming in the torch lights. 

There were many open archways there on different sides like some portal ways. And only one of them had a door. The floor seemed to vibrate softly under his feet as if answering him with a human for his presence. 

He smiled and looked back at Yoongi who was already looking at him. “It seems like I've lived here before. And how's it so maintained. Have you hired people to do it?” 

Yoongi chuckled with his shoulders trembling from the vibration before he shook his head. “It's just magic. Though I can promise you that it had been exactly like this for centuries before too. Not even a single thing misplaced. I just used my magic to clean it up.” 

Hoseok gave him a side eye and if his little smile betrayed his reaction, they'll just ignore it. Hoseok explored the whole sanctum as he entered every single archway. One led to the kitchen, while two others led to bedrooms and the other was way too deep for him to show off his bravery. 

And finally when he reached the archway with huge wooden gates, he tilted his head. He has seen it before, he just doesn't remember where. 

“Rest up for the night and I'll call your trainer in a while.” He turned around to see Yoongi just behind him, offering a hand. He smiled before taking it. 

They head to the bedroom, passing the archway, torched yet cold. “Is he good? I mean, I shouldn't doubt but, you know—” 

“I understand. You must be overwhelmed with all these things. Your mind and body could just take so much. But don't worry, he's gentle and patient. Also, he was especially connected to you back then. Are you hungry?” Hoseok shook his head. The anticipation made his stomach twist, but he felt no hunger. Just curiosity and nerves wrecking his mind and thumping heart. 

“Then rest for a while. It'll still be night here, since it's a place specifically blessed by the moon god and faes.” Oh! That's surprising. He never knew a place like that existed. 

“I have never heard about that.” Hoseok sat on the bed, soft as a cloud and smoother than cotton.

“Hm… as much as humans think they have seen and heard about the world these days, they don't shit about the real deal to be honest. There are things never revealed to the world. Things even we don't as a partly-nature gods.” Yoongi tilted his, as if he wanted to say more, but he seemed to end the conversation with his final regards. 

“So, you don't need to worry or anticipate anything. The only thing anyone needs to know is their life goal, which you'll reach at the end of the training.” Yoongi smiled softly as he ruffled Hoseok's hair, the latter blushing and scrunching his nose cutely. 

“Rest up and prepare your mind for the training. I… have something to do, but I'll be here with you when you train.” Hoseok hummed, sighing a deep breath. 

“You always seem to talk so deep. Sometimes, I don't catch up.” Hoseok pouted, playing with Yoongi's hand, humane and cold. But magical and comforting too. 

“You'll understand everything with time.” Yoongi nodded firmly one final time before withdrawing for a while. But his presence was lingering, just like how the remnants of a storm existed after the disaster. But it was the opposite feeling. Strong but positive. 

Hoseok used to meditate when he just learned to control the visionary powers. Even when fell asleep, he seemed to be in a state of between dreaming and waking. His breaths, steady and stress free. His body felt like a cradle with clouds, in the air of nothingness and yet he could feel everything around him. 

He decided to do the same at this moment. What more could be prepared for a training he didn't know the context of. And meditation felt like a solution for every worry, curiosity, fear and desperation or whatever emotions that overwhelmed his mind. 

࣪ ִֶָ☾.࣪ ִֶָ☾.࣪ ִֶָ☾.

The next time he opened his eyes, Yoongi was waiting for him, sitting on a chair, reading something like a scroll from ancient times with a language only he understood. 

The sanctum still glowed under the moonlight, just like Yoongi said. It's always nighttime here. He stretched with a grown upon waking up, he felt at ease after the little nap. He fell asleep after a while of floating in the air between worlds. 

“Are you feeling fresh and ready now?” Yoongi spoke, rolling the scroll down and putting it aside on the table. 

“Yes. Are we starting now?” Hoseok asked, moving towards Yoongi. 

Yoongi peeked at the crescent moon from the window. Like people tried to estimate the time from sunrays and its place in the sky in ancient times, Yoongi seemed to know the time, looking at the moon and he nodded.

“He'll be here soon. Let's go out and wait.” 

Hoseok followed Yoongi out, back to where they first arrived. It felt easier this time. They were back to the open field of grass they were when they teleported there. It was a usual night even though it was a rare place where night was always cast upon the forest. 

“He's coming.” Yoongi announced, his eyes never leaving the moon. His cold hand in Hoseok's palm like it was made to be there. That's a grounding touch he'd been constantly being opened to since he has been dreaming about the moon and apparently his past life. 

Hoseok followed Yoongi's gaze to the moon. The silver crescent seemed to glow more and an essence of the gleam fell on their feet like a falling star. He flinched, his free hand flying to Yoongi's arm and the hand in his clenching in its place in Yoongi's. 

A silver silhouette took a shape before its face was revealed to a handsome guy. A fae to be more specific, according to Yoongi. 

He was mesmerizing, sparkly eyes, plump lips stretched into a smile as soon as their eyes met. Clothes all white, seemed like a party wear to his eyes but maybe it is how they dressed. He was tall, shoulders broad and his hair was a blend of blonde fading into purple at the ends. A creature out of a fairytale. 

Yoongi's hand settled upon his own. “Hoseok, have you ever seen him in your dreams?” 

Hoseok snapped out of his trance. When he thought back to the question, he shook his head. He has never seen this man. In fact, he has seen nothing other than himself and Yoongi and the ever-so-glowing moon. 

“No, I don't think so. Actually, I never saw anyone other than you and myself.” Hoseok said, his eyes never leaving the fae’s features and frame. 

The fae smiled gently. Not really disappointed. Maybe it's the patience and controlled emotions they talked about in books of moon faes. He tilted his head. “I hope you are ready to delve into your past, Little Seok.” 

Little Seok. The name stirred something familiar in his chest. He knew this nickname, at least he felt like he did. Like a deja vu hitting your head but you just don't know where and when it happened or the feeling like you have dreamed it before. He tilted his head in confusion and recognition. 

“Seokjin here, was the closest to you when you were a fae, darling. Almost like your brother. I guess you could feel the connection, even if it's a trivial flutter of memory.” Yoongi introduced— Seokjin. “I remember you two referred to yourselves big Seok and little Seok if I am not wrong, right, Seokjin?” 

Seokjin nodded with a soft smile and a nostalgic expression decorating his pretty face. His gaze lost in some thoughts that must please him. “Yes. Since I'm older than him.”

The night air shifted. Seokjin glowed like the moonshine was reflecting through his aura. His eyes and smile radiates a comforting sensation. “Should we start? You would be able to understand everything gradually. No need to beat yourself about it. Don't think too much.”

Hoseok nodded, pressing his lips into a thin line, poking his baby dimples above his mouth out. His fingers tightened around Yoongi's palm unintentionally. 

“Let's move towards where you and I connect the most, shall we?” Seokjin started to the left, where the river floated down to the waterfall nearby. Yoongi and Hoseok followed. 

Seokjin turned around, when he reached the riverbank, where the water parted for a way to their sanctum previously. Hoseok wondered if he knew already or it was just their instincts. 

He concentrated his eyes to a specific place for some fraction of seconds before two white cushioned seats emerged out of thin air. They were placed across from each other. Hoseok, although have been experiencing magic and related actions and things these days, was surprised. 

“Sit here, Seok.” Seokjin directed towards the seat in front of him as he took his own, sitting cross legged on the cushion, the river behind seemed to be attracted towards, but flowed naturally anyway. Or maybe it's his mind playing games, he doesn't know what it was. 

He moved to sit on the cushion, Yoongi on his heels behind, standing just behind him like a strong shield of protection as he made himself seated. 

“Do you have a hunch of what we are connected to or why I dragged you here?” Seokjin asked with a hopeful glint in his eyes. His back straight, palms down on his knees. 

Hoseok did have an idea, but he wasn't sure. “Um… maybe the water, or this specific river or maybe this mountain we're residing at this moment?” 

A smile bloomed on his full lips. Maybe nature reacted to him too, with a flow of air blowing his hair, some petals embellishing his clothes and hair, falling on his lap before brushing on cheeks. Hoseok was really enchanted with the fae, a total contrast to what he felt with Yoongi. 

Not the intimacy, nor the itch to feel and be in with the man. But an admiration and a deep respect for a divine being. Just like he felt when he went to the temple closer to his shop or the feeling when he watched a concert of his favourite idol or movie or series of his favourite actor. 

More than that to be more specific. A deeper and personal feeling. 

“You guessed it right. Water and mountains are the connection. Because you used to reflect on these forests and water bodies around, whilst I help shine on the mountain peaks and corners and waterfalls.” 

Hoseok's chest warmed with the information. The connection he could feel was deeper within, surging through veins and pooling into the centre of his heart. He smiled. 

“There. Now close your eyes and feel whatever is surrounding you…” Hoseok obeyed, his eyelids fluttering shut, slowly. 

He took a deep breath and tried to reckon every sensation one by one. First and foremost he felt the cool air swirling around him. Then, Yoongi's firm existence behind him. The sound of the water flowing on the river surface. The soft rustling of the tree leaves as the branches swung. Some faint chirps of moths and crickets from afar. And then he heard Seokjin’s voice again. 

“Now… feel your own breaths, your heartbeat and everything that's stirring deep within your system.” 

Hoseok took another deep breath before releasing it slowly. He focused on his breaths and his heart beat. Everything stilled for a moment. No voice, not even air, nor his own existence could be realised to him. He felt like air himself. Light and floating. 

The river water floated, synchronising with his breath. He could feel a calling. From the water. Or it was just existing. 

And then everything continued and it felt hyperactive. Like…. Everything wants to exist within him. The water seemed to flow within his veins, the mountain they were atop, felt like shrinking to shape itself to be consumed. The crickets and moths flying towards him at super speed. Yoongi and Seokjin's voices only rang inside his head. The tree leaves sounded like they were moving but confused where to go or how to course with the air! 

He knitted his brows. Confused and bewildered. 

“Don't be scared, Little Seok. Let them flow and exist within you. They are like your children, that you nurtured and cherished your whole life in the past. They are attracted to you and activating your energy, aura… and your power. Let them.” Seokjin commanded, gently and angelically. 

Hoseok took another slow and deep breath. And then…. He could feel it deep in the core. Under his bones. 

In his blood vessels.

With his steady breath. 

A pooling energy reacting in a small space of his heart. 

Then the river water lifted, like it did for Yoongi back when they entered. The leaves floated in the air, slowly, still confused. 

The mountain felt like an anchor, grounding him to its roots. He felt like he could see them even with his eyes closed. He felt like he accomplished something. Like they were yearning for him for years. Like he abandoned nature and his own power for centuries. 

A tear left his eyes.

“Let it flow freely. Don't suppress yourself. Don't fret. Let it come back to you. Accept it. They are parts of you.” 

Then there was an aura around him, outlining his existence, in the same place he was sitting. No Yoongi. No Seokjin. 

Only him. 

He could see a happy him, smiling and running around the months and butterflies and crickets. The river stilling under his feet let him float on it. The tree leaves tickling his cheeks. He was glowing, literally. Just like Seokjin and Yoongi. His hair though was blonde. Silky soft and light robes flowing on his body. 

He smiled. 

And then suddenly he was sitting on top of the mountain— maybe even higher than he was currently sitting on— with a pretty purple and white flower cradling in his hand. The flower was glowing, just like him. 

He was smiling at it, content.  

But his smile vanished in seconds. The flower withered like all its glory and bloom was sucked out. Dying in his delicate hands. 

His own shine was gone with it. Another tear left his eyes to fall on his cheeks. 

And then a hesitant, scared and small voice called upon him. “Hoseok….” 

Yoongi.  

He sounded sad. Scared. Shocked and tearful when he turned to see him. 

He gasped.

Everything stirred in a moment. Shifting and emerging. and before he could understand, he was back to the first vision. 

And he was limp in Yoongi's arms, just like the first time he saw themselves in the dream. Exactly like that. 

Many faces stood around him. Yoongi wailed, holding his steady and unconscious body. 

He could see Seokjin, but not with his eyes open, but like a third person. Or just some eyes in his mind showed him. Like a clairvoyant. He could see two new celestial faces. 

But what surprised him was Jimin. Weeping silently, his hair silver. His robes faded blue but just like his own. 

He was dizzy, his body swayed. His face twisted to a pained expression. 

Yoongi caught him just in time. Firm and grounding. “That's enough. Come back to me, Seok. Do not react to the memories.” 

He fell back in Yoongi's arms. Tried to open his eyes but his sticky tears did not let him. 

Yoongi wiped a stray drop of tear in the corner of his eyes and kissed a soft peck on his forehead. 

“You did good, Little Seok. The memories are just eager to be back to you. But you don't need to react to them. Because they are just your past.” Seokjin caressed his head. 

He blinked open his eyes, trying hard to see the blinding energy holder that was Yoongi and Seokjin surrounding him. 

He sighed. Slightly frustrated. “But they are so depressing. How can I not react?” he threw his arms in the air annoyingly. 

“I know, Seok. But they wouldn't change either way. It is just life and its course. Happy and sorrowful moments are the core and principal changes of a life.” Seokjin's voice soothes. Like he wanted to believe him. 

“But… Why, why was Jimin there, Yoongi? I saw him. And some other people too, but their faces weren't as clear.” Yoongi held his frantic hands. 

“You'll understand everything, Seok. You'll know about Jimin soon too.” Yoongi's eyes didn't really sync with his voice and tone. 

Hoseok furrowed his brows, but shrugged anyway. It could be his mind seeing familiar people, trying to seek comfort in a depressive atmosphere. 

“That's enough for today. I'll come back later to try further. You did good today accepting your powers. I'll teach you how to control them next time, okay!” Seokjin stood, ready to retire for the time being. 

Hoseok nodded and bid him bye. “Thank you for teaching me these. It feels familiar and comforting with you.” 

Seokjin smiled before petting his shoulder and disappearing, just like he came. 

“Would you like to go back to your shop, Seok?” Hoseok turned to see Yoongi. Steady and calm. 

“Can we?”

“Ofcourse, I didn't bring you here for the constant pressure of training. It's your wish. We can go and come back to learn as we wish. No need to stay here all the time.” That brought a smile to Hoseok's lips, that made Yoongi's heart thump in his chest frantically. 

࣪ ִֶָ☾.࣪ ִֶָ☾.࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Days went by like that…

Hoseok's training went on gradually. He learned how to control his flowing and uncertain energy and power. They did live sometimes in the sanctum and sometimes went back to the shop and the little studio room. Yoongi would be there with except some rare times where duty called upon him. 

His visionary power remained, from how he saw a past self of a little girl that came with her mother the other day in his shop, proved it. But this time, he wasn't overwhelmed like usual. The scenes did not consume him like they did before. It just existed like a movie or a story. 

Yoongi was beside him like his soul in his body. 

He learned to let the fear of an uncertain future go away. Learned to accept the power within him. Learned to calm himself and not react to the sad past of his own when the memories came to him. Fleeting and shifting constantly. 

He felt peace with the progress. He felt belonging to the mountain and river. He felt the connection with Seokjin deeper. 

And finally Yoongi. 

They have built their relationship stronger. Jokes and sarcasm felt easier. Sometimes, shy and innocent pecks felt necessary but too little. Sometimes, he carved to touch him, more than pecks brushed of skin. 

But another thing he felt was a weird, but strong connection to Yoongi. Like he's slowly being one with the deity. As though he was linked to him. That feels oddly safe and scary at once. 

“Um… what's with the link of ours though, Yoongi? I feel something deeper than the love I felt before—” a blush crept his high cheeks and ear tips when he realised what he said. He pressed his lips to a thin line. Eyes darted everywhere but Yoongi, who stood beside him as always. 

For the final lesson. 

Yoongi chuckled, turning to him fully. Eyes leaving his centre of focus…

The moon. 

 And now focused on his moon fae. 

Yoongi cupped his face and met with his eyes. “Did you just say you feel love for me, little fae?” 

Hoseok tried to suppress his smile, chewing his inner wall of cheeks. “I mean… I— actually I do, but I did not…” 

Yoongi pecked his cheeks with a soft smile. His right hand slipped down to his neck, just upon his vibrating pulse. “You don't need to explain to me, Seok. I know what you feel.” 

Hoseok frowned, a pout naturally taking its place on his soft lips. “You do…?” 

Yoongi nodded twice, stern and confident. “Hm… I do. Because it's not really new while it's all new for both of us.” 

Hoseok tilted his head in Yoongi's palms. “I don't understand.” 

“You will, today. The link is…. Since I'm the moon god now, you feel it because you belong to me, moonshine. My fae, helping me carry my duty and reflection over the world. You're my fae, that's why you feel like this.” The words fluttered flowers and butterflies in his stomach. All at once. The blush on his cheeks deepened, his eartips warmed. 

“So… am I losing myself to be within you?” his pulse throbbed under Yoongi's fingertips. 

“No, never. You are not wilting. You're blooming. Not to be within me, but to become whole with me.” Yoongi's thumb tip crushed on his soft cheek. “I hope you don't dread the memories that come to you today.” 

Hoseok scowled at the choice of words. He didn't know what reasons there could be to dread their past. “Why would I? Didn't you say I don't need to react to them?” 

“I did. But now, I'm afraid…” Yoongi eyes drifted, sparkles filtering before settling steady and then playful. “I'm afraid you would go back to your fierce and cutely annoyed self like back then.” 

“Back when?” 

“When you used to bicker with me about everything. When we used to be at each other's throats all the time. When you used to call me insufferable, unbearable and unpleasant.” Yoongi smirked, teasing and provoking.

“Well, sometimes you are those even now.” Hoseok pouted. “So, I do not think I was wrong.” 

“Yeah…?!” Yoongi slipped his hands to his sides and started tickling him, earning the heartfelt and melodious giggles from the younger. 

“Ow— stop, Yoongi…” Hoseok tried to shove his hands away, but Yoongi's fingers digged on his sides playfully. 

“Are you having fun, your majesty?” A sudden sound erupted from nowhere before Seokjin emerged from the moon's silver glow falling on the ground. 

The couple stood, hands off each other as they turned to see Seokjin. “Hi, Big Seok.” Hoseok smiles widely, crinkled eyes and pearly teeth exposed. 

“Hello, should we start our final lesson?” Seokjin moved towards the river again, their usual spot to progress through their lessons and training sessions. 

Hoseok followed and sat on the cushion, Yoongi behind him and Seokjin in front of him, sitting just like him. 

“In our final lesson, you'll be free to use your powers as you please. Also you'll gain your memories from your past life.” Seokjin announced, two incense sticks in his hands. 

“Why those?” 

“Since incense calms the mind and eases your heart. I hope they help you today too, to suppress your overwhelmed emotional situation after the memories surface in your mind.” Seokjin's gaze softened, a slight tension in his tone. He flicked his wrist, lighting the sticks to allow its fragrance to swirl around them. 

Hoseok swallowed. Bewildered but not afraid. His fist tightened around his clothes in anticipation. 

“Let's start. You can try and use your powers now. Try to separate the water and display that one rocky way like Yo—” Seokjin corrected himself before uttering his deity's name. “his majesty did.” 

Hoseok exhaled a breath and then started to channel his power with his hand, directed towards the river. 

At first, nothing happened. It was just too silent, but Hoseok was patient. 

The mountains hummed under them. Leaves rustling behind and air flowing through gently. Then a shift happened. The river vibrated, slightly before it rippled, elegantly parted and splattering its water around to peek at the stones, wet and ancient…. And just magical. 

Hoseok smiled, breath hitching and surprised with himself. “Wow… I—” 

“You’re doing well, Seok. Focus on it and try to reveal it completely.” Seokjin was proud. Always proud of his little Seok. 

Hoseok moved his hands, eyes never leaving the river. Yoongi was just behind him, an unwavering touch on his shoulder blade made his presence known to Hoseok. 

He inhaled slowly, and the river seemed to follow his movements. Slow and patient. 

His eyelids commanding the river with a gentle gaze. The river listened, just like it has always been. Pushing itself apart like a tidal wave of ocean to reveal the path fully. The stoney path shimmered under the moonlight. Droplets seem like stars scattered on them. 

A heavy weight lifted from Hoseok's chest as if something long lost had finally been settled back in its place. His heart was full, warm and satisfied. 

And the star droplets were having his mind. Muting his senses and blurring his visions. It does feel overwhelming. 

And then they came. 

The memories. 

Flashes and blinding visions, waving in his mind like the river water flew on the surface. Sharp but gentle, bleeding in just for him to remember. 

He could see himself, pouting and huffing at the-then-prince. “You're impossible, MY MAJESTY.” 

“And you're infuriating, fae.” Yoongi replied back, sharply.

The images shifted again…. Blending into his mind and merging with his memories like he owned them. 

“Why is the brightest essence of the moon god standing in the dark?” Yoongi walked behind him in a vast garden, tilting his head cockily.

He couldn't believe Yoongi was like this before. He has changed so much. 

“Even the brightest ounce of light is formed when it's dark.” Hoseok could see himself sad, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes. 

He didn't know why he felt like crying too, the feelings were hit raw in his chest. 

The scene resurfaced again. 

A crowd in a twinkling hall. Many celestial beings formed a crowd around someone. When he frowned, trying to see through them, he saw himself, beside an unconscious Yoongi, his hand in his own, cold and limp. The usual silver shine around his frame was faded. His face and lips paler than usual. The scene broke his heart. 

He could hear himself. 

“I'll sa— try my best to save the prince.” 

He huffed, swallowing a lump down his throat. He could still feel the heavy weight of Yoongi's hand on his shoulder. He could hear him saying something, but he couldn't form what he was saying. 

The frown between his brows made his head ache. His body felt heavy. His steps faltered, but someone steadied him. Must be Yoongi. 

He could feel the memories as though it happened just yesterday. Like it was still hitting just as sharply. 

Then he saw both of them in a shining forest. A cave. Some whimperings, that sounded like his own. He could see the contacts of their skin that one single time. Too intimate, too gentle and yet, somehow devastating. 

And then the similar view of his back, a shining flower in his hand, flowing his face and fronts. His own shine was gone, replaced in a glass bowl of substance. 

His eyes were teary, heart and body aching like it had been ripped apart. And all through them, in the centre of his heart, he felt relief. 

Losing his essence and the hurt and ache that came with it, was much worth the relief that washed through his heart as he started towards Yoongi with the bowl. Who looked the same as last time. Teary. Shocked. And dejected. 

The scene replayed in his mind. All of them at once. From starting to until now. 

How he gave up his essence to let Yoongi live with their memories only. How he fell into an infinite sleep. How Yoongi had refused to drink those essences but gave up anyway. And Jimin… 

Jimin was an important part of his past life. Now that he realises Jimin was the same one. Not reborn or reincarnated. He's just there to be his support. 

He could hear a whisper behind him. Not meant for him to hear it but he did. Because he always heard Yoongi's commands and pleas. 

“Please… don't hate me, my fae. Please, god. Let him be at peace beside me from now on.” 

The memories ended with them meeting the first time in this life. Yoongi entered the shop, or maybe he had seen him when he was still younger. The man that gave him a moon pendant he lost after a while. The pendant was just like the carving in his shop wall. He wonders if it was a trigger!

And he could suddenly recognise everyone. Jimin's friends, Jungkook and Taehyung were star faes… just like Namjoon. 

When he opened his eyes with a gasp. The world rushed back all at once. 

The moonlight blazed in the sky, bathing them in its glow. Seokjin looked at him with a confused and anticipation glint in his eyes, frozen in front of him with wide eyes. 

Yoongi…. Oh! Yoongi was holding him steadily, fingers tightly wrapped around his arms. Unyielding. Like he would slip away and be back to the shop with no memories and no connection. 

His eyes were clenched shut. Light tears sticking to his lashes as he murmured the same things, not meaning to let anyone hear that but the almighty God. 

Hoseok wiped a lone tear that fell on his cheeks, that made Yoongi snap open his eyes with a huff. Breath hitched and lips parted. Fear and hope collided in his chest that reflected in his sharp eyes. 

“Hoseok…. Ho— how are you feeling?” Yoongi stuttered, lips trembling and throat bobbing with the swallows. 

Like Seokjin and Yoongi were afraid, for Hoseok to be overwhelmed and distressed— Hoseok didn't really feel them. He, in fact, found solace in the memories.

Hoseok inhaled deeply. Like the air settled in his lungs. And he met Yoongi's terrified eyes. “I'm…okay. Totally fine.”

Yoongi stilled for a moment, clammy palms tightening around Hoseok's arms. As though he wasn't able to believe those words. 

“I remember everything now.” Hoseok's voice was gentle and low. Comforting them from whatever doubt they had. “All of it.” 

Seokjin closed his eyes with a satisfied smile. And he let out a chuckle. “Wow, but Seok..” 

“Don't worry. It's not hurting me.” Hoseok's brain went back to the memories. Eyes distant and lips downturned as he remembered everything now. “I mean it does hurt to know, but they aren't breaking me. It's just overwhelming.” 

Seokjin nodded, petting his head once, brushing past his hair. 

And then he turned to Yoongi. 

Yoongi was the same as before, not even moving a muscle or emotion. 

Hoseok's eyes softened, reminiscing the whole thing just bent his thoughts for Yoongi. He was nothing like the rumours from the books. Stoic and strict. 

He was just a man, waiting for his love to return beside him. Carrying the burden of the memories and separation of his fae for centuries. “You carried it all alone…?” He whispered, brushing and feeling the cold of Yoongi's skin under his tips. “all this time… for me.” 

Yoongi's breath broke. He looked like he'd almost crumple in a flick of wrist and melt with the river. “You didn't give me a choice, did you? You just decided alone and that was it for everyone.” 

Hoseok's face twisted in an aching expression. Lips trembling with the soft breaths. “Yeah. I was way too selfish.” 

Yoongi broke with a single laugh that sounded like a torn gasp, deep from his lungs. “You always were. Didn't even let me know before you did that.” 

Hoseok smiled faintly. “And you were too kind, my majesty.” A chuckle left his mouth with the nickname. Now a true sobriquet for the deity. “Too willing and stubborn to not let go of me.” 

“I just did the bare minimum, but what you did for me…” Yoongi shook his head, not wanting to relive the scene in his head. “I do not wish to lose you again, Hoseok.” 

“You would not. Never. I'm here…. With the full memories and I'm not letting you go ever.” Yoongi's tears finally gave up on hanging in his lashes, too heavy. They fell on his cheeks that stretched with a smile happily. 

“I know what I did hurt you in the past. But I could only do so much to save you.” Hoseok whispered. “And I remember how you were so eager to talk after that night, that activity. I'm sorry for snatching that chance away from you, my majesty. Let's talk and finally end our misery.” 

Yoongi nodded, smiling wide and heartfelt and… just happy. “You're finally back…. With me.” 

Hoseok nodded softly, happy tears pooled in his eyes with a small smile. “I did. And we're done waiting.” 

Seokjin sighed a relieved exhale, as though he has been waiting for this all his long life and a weight has been lifted off his chest. “Okay, finally, our brightest fae is back to us. Look at aura, Seok. Just as bright as it used to be.” 

That's right! The aura shaped his frame with a thick silver light, just as he used to shine from the moon essence connected to the previous and now to his beloved Yoongi. 

The current moon god. 

A fallen star and a huge bright silver light sparkled before they started to take the shape of a silhouette and then finally their faces. Just like Seokjin appears in front of them. 

He saw the first face of the star fae, beside Seokjin— his husband, Namjoon. And then the previous moon god and then finally… Jimin and his friends too. With his bright darker silver hair and his robes a faded blue like he saw in the dream. His friends were stars.

Hoseok was happy, too happy to be back in his original form. 

Everyone smiled before him. He met everyone and took blessings from the previous moon deity, who he also recognised as his professor from University. 

He chuckled as he remembered those days. Having met everyone in his human life. Just around him. “Were you all guarding me or something?” 

“We were just too eager and desperate to keep you safe and be with you all the time. Everyone's favourite…!” Jungkook jumped on him, latching onto his back, all happy giggles.

“You haven't changed a bit, Huh! Teasing us even after putting our whole existence upside down.” Namjoon pulled his leg, as he pulled him to hug. 

“Well, that's my brand, I suppose.” Hoseok shrugged with a proud face, as though he hadn't just his existence and realm behind. 

“Do you even know how hard it was? Jumping realms and pretending to be a student around you..” Jimin…. Hoseok just wanted to pull his ear out for the little betrayal. 

And he did just that. “You kiddo, how dare you omit such a huge thing from me?” 

“Ah… hyung— leave my ear first.’ Jimin grumbled, scandalised. “What's people gonna call me for an introduction? A fae without an ear… eww. Disgusting.” 

“And it was supposed to be secret, until you remember on your own.” Finally Hoseok released his ear, pinching it for a second more, with a pout. “That's true anyways.” 

Laughters echoed in the forest. Light and relieved. The same forest he cherished in his life. 

So this is what home looked like. Yoongi thought. Surrounded by stars, circles in the moonshine. Hoseok's silver aura shines even brighter with his content and cheery emotions. 

He looked at all of them with fond eyes with a soft smile. Finally, he'll be able to shrug off the guilt he felt since Hoseok gave up his essence. 

Or maybe not…. It would never fade. 

But it was drowned and suppressed beneath Hoseok's loud and bright presence. And his impossibly bright aura. 

That's enough. Yoongi decides. 

This is more than enough for the home and life I dreamed since I met you… even when we bickered with our forbidden relations. But….. I will change the whole universe if I could be with you. Because…

This is enough. 

࣪ ִֶָ☾.࣪ ִֶָ☾.࣪ ִֶָ☾.

The halls littered with shining and sparkle specks of moonshine and stardusts. Shining with fairies and citizens of the realm. 

Giggles echoed and laughter erupted in the glowing castle through the crystal pillows and under the glassy chandeliers. 

Murmurs for the new event that was held once in centuries were buzzing. Reverent and excited. Feet jumping in their places and jitters in their body from the nerves of the elation. 

No one ever expected to attend this event for another century or more. 

The throne on the top of the stage above the glittering stairs shines just the brightest, waiting for its owner to be claimed. Carved in the shining and ancient images of their history. 

“Oh god… I can't believe his majesty is finally… like finally getting crowned today. I thought this would be impossible.” Taehyung sipped from the glass vial filled half with a clear liquid. 

The crown…. Crystal and silver with a light weight, droplets of diamonds and rubies dug in its sides, designed for the king and his consort. 

“Well, he swore he wouldn't step on the throne until Hoseok comes back here…. In our realm.” Seokjin looked at the throne, imagining his little Seok and their deity king. 

As if manifested by his words, a hush silenced the hall. Whispers and wide eyes staring holes at the entrance. 

Yoongi— with his silent authority, entered the hall. Shining ever so bright and draped in night and silver robes. 

But what amazed the guests wasn't Yoongi. 

But the fae beside him. Hoseok. 

Entiwining his fingers with Yoongi's loosely. Smiling the brightest with his pearl white teeth and heat shaped lips. Eyeing everyone like he just saw them yesterday and never disappeared. Clad in his purest white clothes and his hair…. Back to its original colour that mirrors his sterling, virtuous and angelic heart. A platinum white form. 

They walked towards the stairs, bidding and eyeing everyone with greets and regards. 

Yoongi stopped in front of the stairs. A deep breath in and out as he stared at the blazing throne and the crown. And then he looked at Hoseok beside him. 

“You don't need to wait anymore for your rightful place, my majesty. It's waiting. And we are, too.” Hoseok tightened his fingers around Yoongi's palm. Comforting and supporting. 

Yoongi nodded, dragging Hoseok with him to ascend the stairs with him. The previous moon god was waiting too… to crown his son with his diadem. A god who witnessed his child's borne longing. Love and respect flooded in his eyes. 

Yoongi's presence and eyes screamed devotion, love and the weight he carried all these while he waited for his love. 

Finally, he was officially crowned. Light. Joy and finally Home. 

He spoke in the crowd with his deep, gravelly voice with an oath to protect their realm and its shine. 

And…. A moment later, he turned to Hoseok, a lighter crown in his hands, to place it upon Hoseok's head. 

To its rightful place. 

His consort.

The new moon consort. 

The realm finally rejoiced with hearts full of respect and admiration and a peace they were so eager to feel in centuries. 

࣪ ִֶָ☾.࣪… END …ִֶ.☾.