a'at path

@✼ min yoongi he's to be a fun one, that's for sure. it's the most sound thing he's thought all day, as he takes in how he responds, the sour frown on his lips, the slight crinkle of his nose. oh, how his sarcasm flows freely, it almost makes the bile behind his smile simmer into nothing but sweet genuity. but, jimin's a sour creature, hypocritical and angry with how he's easily passing through the border's, dancing on both sides so whimsically, without knowing what a treasure he's got, right in the palms of his hands, the soles of his feet. his head tilts, the propinquity giving an overall boyish glance across his features. the light dappling of freckles splays across his nose, and his eyes widen, the amber depths of his gaze holding a frailty, curiosity overwhelming and hiding the sour mischief that his heart truly holds.

"champagne?" the word sounds foreign on his tongue, and his confusion is true; he's never dabbled with alcohol, whatever any of the dwellers have tried to make, the sour smelling drinks based off of old scriptures written by ancestors from seemingly centuries ago. but, what is it? and why is he popping it? or popping it out? "i'm not a 'thing', mind you. i'm just like you! except," his hand extends upwards, fingers delicately glancing over the hardened accesories atop his head. "i've got these cool things. i've got cool guy syndrome." his noe scrunches, whilst his fingers press against the knobs and notches of his antlers. "i'm a jimin! or, er, just jimin. park jimin." his hand drops, extending towards the other, wiggling his digits in an attempt to come off as charming to him.

perfection is key. lulling him into the security of jimin's embrace, wading around with nothing but jimin's arm around his waist, and his laughter guiding him through the twists and turns. there could be a much more fun way to go about this, though. having him trembling with trepidation, cursing the many gods that are all around them, in a much less damning fashion than any curse falling onto jimin's ears. he loves hide and seek, has been playing this game for far too long with this man, but now, it's finally time to have a partner to play with. "how come you're here? i always see you outside, and you- i don't think you .. see .. me.." now's the time for a bashful glance, digging his toes into the dirt, whilst looking up towards the other from under his lashes. he's smiling, though, offering an opening of a friendship that he prays he'll fall in to. "but, uh, you ... you actually came this time, so i guess you have seen me?" he knows he's seen him, plenty of times, always making sure to linger just enough so that yoongi can lay in his bed and wonder at night just what lurks at the corner of his vision, at least, that's the impression he hopes he's branded onto him.

he allows himself to step closer, still banking on that falsity of youthful curiosity, caving in to shy tropes in which he makes himself seem smaller to the other, even though they're separated by mere centimeters. "i was hoping to get to know you, if you'd let me. i can, i can show you anything you'd want." no promises of where it would end, though.

@✿ park jimin the original intentions wasn’t for him to be wandering like a clueless idiot but that’s where he manages to positions himself to be. moronic thoughts clouding his eyes; creating a dance on how many ways this could go completely wrong. option number one, the most basic one of all would say that he would get lost- one misstep and he’s a goner. option number two: getting mauled by some freakish animal in the woods (yes, rumor has it that other than people with antlers- there’s bears) and whilst the people would laugh because his fear really is a damn bear versus a myth that is all too real. there’s a good portion that believe that if they haven’t seen the myth with their own eyes, it doesn’t count. then, there’s the people believe that the creatures are riddled with darkness. meant to trapped in the woods because of their bedamned curiosity.

well, curiosity kill the cat.
satisfaction brought it back, however.
(you fool, men who seek with temptation will die with that sin on their burial.)

he sees it with his own eyes and he thanks to the heavens that temptation led to this discovery. that creatures like this do exist. they have antlers and their behaviors are most similar to humans. at least that’s what his notes lead him to believe as he follows one of them from time to time. of course, he doesn’t venture off without a plan on return. leading a small trail in which he could easily find. a small thin string that would be held down with rock. it should be good enough unless someone goes out on their way and tries to lock him in the forest. and even then, he thinks he knows the forest well enough to manage himself well (what’s the worst thing that could happen anyways). thoughts such as these leads to snickering laughter. the justification leaks in his mind and reminds him of how pathetic he is. a reminder that his fear still quite exists.

the creature he finds is different, if that could be the world. rather unique, perhaps? he wanders around and it’s almost as if he wants him to follow him. but, he doubts it all the same time. it would be childish to give a mere moral access to a world that he holds no place in. but, the thought lingers in his mind. It bothers him. it sinks into his flesh and demands for an answer. could he answer the creature? get more of an analysis on him and find all the answers he could ever want? he’s not sure

the hairs on the back of his neck rise; shoulders lifting just a slight bit and he could feel himself freeze. not exactly freezing in fear but in shock because the movement is too fast to keep track off. the time too short to actually keep count of the seconds that passed. it’s even particularly dangerous for him to make this much of close contact and all instincts tell him to run, to come back another time where he’s more fully prepared for direct confrontations. lips pressed into a thin line, chocolate hues narrowing down to slits as an almost predatory graze grew in his sharp eyes. “cute.” he snaps out, a bit too sharp for what he had originally intended yet he doesn’t feel a twinge of regret as his he drinks in the presence of the creature. and though- one could still venture it off and call it man but yet- there’s hints of doubt. there’s even refusal to believe in it because while the case is that it may smell like human, act like human, at the moment; it can not be defined as human.

“the thing finally talks. should i pop out the champagne?” words are dry; the sweetness that normally hints in his words died out. though, his interest is piqued. eyebrows arched and he raises his chin as if it would help him to look down at the monster. as if it would provide some help and assistance to make him, the moral seem higher and better. his words are but a mutter but yet, he finds himself taking a tentative step back as if if that could help him with the anxiety that rises in his lungs. his lungs feel like they're drowning- the struggle to breathe becoming more and more difficult as each and every second passes by them. .

@✼ min yoongi [] I FORGOT SOMETHING IN HERE HOLD ON

Ever since he'd seen the male on a venture too far for anyone's liking, Jimin's been playing. It's mostly because the pout of his face is adorable, when he thinks he's seen something, but can't quite set his finger on it. Seeing how the male draws his shoulders up, only to drop them in a huff, and continue on with whatever he'd been doing at that particular time. Jimin doesn't often like games, but his youth had ended far too quickly for his liking, and he's found a one sided friendship in this man. It's like playing hide and seek with the dark, except Jimin's the dark, and he lets out little fits of laughter every time this man is about to 'catch' him. Playing on the edge, going far past the border than he should, only to disappear into the woods once more. He can never go too far out, the curse of his ancestors tugging him back before he can even step too far out of the way. Is it creepy that he does this? Perhaps, but playing with the sick is akin to laughing with the dead.

He doesn't take into account that one day, he's actually followed. The day's been gloomy, with the skies covered in clouds full of rain water, just waiting to burst. It's like Jimin's been playing with the sun, too. His initial reasoning for coming out so far was to get water, the sparkling, refreshing kind that runs in the river nearest the town. He's far too past the borders, knowing that if he's caught ( which he's never been ), it wouldn't end pretty. But that water's the best, especially for boiling, and reducing mint down into a paste to add in hopes to cover up the medicinal taste of some of the teas he's created. He caught sight of this man, once again, and had flitted into the woods, heading down a family path, with his canteen full of water on his hip.

Until he sees him, inside, past the border that he shouldn't cross, and a of anger strikes through him. He's a hypocrite. His game leads on the dangerous side, a dark gloom falling over him. He could lead him -- oh, yes, that's perfection. Jimin peeks out from around a tree trunk, eyeing up the man once more. He's a tad taller than he is, but with his antlers, Jimin takes over his height ( even if their length isn't /that/ impressive ), so, when Jimin sneaks up on him, he feels no threat coming from him. "Boo." He puffs the word over the male's shoulder, before dancing backwards, gripping his canteen and schooling a sweet, elated smile onto his features.

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