Thread by @tinselguk

{#yoonkook au}
day!witch yoongi and night!witch jungkook can never cross into each other's realms, but every dawn and every dusk, they come to where the sun and the moon meet to love each other so fiercely they colour the sky in the shades of their affection.

yoongi can't remember when it all started, but he knows it's been a long, long time. they were there before the concrete rose out of the earth and they'll be here long after, just yoongi and jungkook, two sides of the same coin. day and night, the sun and the moon.

and the sun, yoongi thinks in slight, bitter amusement, is so selfish, because he must have everything, from the trees to the people to even the night himself, must go where he's not wanted and take what he can't get.

but it's hard not to love the night, not when the night is jungkook to him, beautiful, strong jungkook, silver-haired and ethereal and pliant like liquid mercury beneath his hands. not when the night loves you as much as you love it.

when he touches jungkook, dawn breaks over the horizon. jungkook looks at the sun peeking through the clouds and grins at yoongi. grabs him by the waist and kisses him.

'i'll see you in the states,' he says, and disappears. yoongi grabs for him, as he always does.

yoongi comes to the states not too long after. it's dusk here when jungkook reaches for yoongi, drags him in close and hides his head in the crook of yoongi's neck.

"warm," jungkook mutters. "you're always so warm."

"warm enough for the two of us," yoongi breathes, and kisses him, slow, lingering. the sun takes a long time to set here, and then they'll go state hopping--anything to keep the dusty darkness at bay.

but it'swhen the midnight sun comes out and yoongi can spend hours, actual hours, with the fairy he's come to be so affectionate towards, that is his favourite, when he can lounge in the night's lap and let the two of them bask in the comforting, slow drag of how it feels to

love and be loved, to cherish and be cherished, to miss and to find.

(tey are the day and the night. they shouldn't be here, shouldn't hold each other with that much reverence. but every touch they make sends a streak of green across the sky, every kiss they share a flash of purple. they make the sky dance for them in the darkness,

they make the sky dance for them in the light, when yoongi smiles and the sky is thrown almost violently into hues of orange.)

they've run out of dusk, and it's almost so dark that jungkook practically glows like a lamp, yellow and soft in the dimness. yoongi reaches out for him, but he's practically incorporeal. jungkook laughs at his attempts, then tries to kiss him and pouts when he can't land one.

"i love you," says yoongi, as the night sets in more and he finds he can't pick up his bottle. "i'll see you soon."

"course," jungkook says, pulling yoongi towards him with what is left of his body. he seats him in his lap. tries to kiss him; forgot he can't. he blows a kiss at him instead and yoongi huffs, bright red.

"it's almost dawn in asia," yoongi says, tilting his head.

"it's always almost something," jungkook replies. he grins at him. "goodbye, then. i suppose i love you too."

"fucker," yoongi tries to smacks his shoulder, but his hand goes right through. "see if you don't pay for that next dawn!"

jungkook laughs, and laughs, and his laugh is the last sound yoongi hears before he fades completely. it's not always his laugh that's the last sound--

sometimes it's the lingering sensation of a kiss. other times it's the muted syllables of i love you.

but whatever it is, the last thing yoongi always feels is loved.

they never have long at a stretch. five minutes sometimes is a good day, ten minutes when jungkook is feeling particularly strong.
but they have all of eternity.

and yoongi supposes, reappearing by jungkook's side so suddenly he nearly pitches off the mountain, it's enough.

five minutes is all they need.