“As my heart lays broken I cast this spell. As you took the sun away from my life I will do the same. You'll never feel the sun on your skin again, you will never see the light of day. Only when someone will feel for you love in the purest form, in the brightest way, only then the sun will come back again. But too bad, such love does not exist and it will never find it's way.”

Yoongi looks at the clock on the wall, the ticking loud and heavy in the dark room. It's eight P.M.

It's been now three years since Yoongi has last seen the sun. Thirty-six months. One thousand and ninety-five days. Twenty-six thousand two hundred and eighty hours. One million five-hundred and sixty-eight thousands minutes. Ninety-four millions six-hundred and eight thousand seconds.

The clock is there to remind him of that.

Yoongi also knows that he's been sitting on his bed, staring at said clock, for almost eleven minutes, so perhaps it's time for him to get his shit together and get up.

I got this, he thinks, I can do this.

He does it every day. Actually, every night, but that doesn't change the fact that Yoongi can do it.

He forces his sore limbs to move and, soon, he's out of his bed and standing in the middle of his bedroom. He leaves his room, goes to the kitchen, fixes himself a cup of coffee and then he goes to his living room, staring at the other clock he owns, bigger than the one he has in his bedroom, louder.

He goes to the window and starts opening the curtains, moonlight creeps in, the city lights always the same. The fact that the sight doesn't change, somehow, gives him comfort. Yoongi has learned to find comfort in the silliest things.

He goes to switch the lights on and then sits at his desk, turning on the computer.

He takes his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants and looks at the missed calls he got during the day: seven from Namjoon. Yoongi sighs and calls his friend back.

-You know that it's useless to call me when the sun is out, right? -Yoongi asks as soon as he hears Namjoon picking up.

-Well, hello to you too hyung. -Namjoon chuckles on the other side of the phone -Sorry, I thought that maybe you were awake.

-Clearly I wasn't. Why did you call me?

-I sent you that new track.

-You did? -Yoongi quickly opens his mail -You finished it?

-It's basically finished, just needs some fixing. But that's your job. Let me know what you think once you hear it.

-Sure. -Yoongi finds the mail Namjoon sent him and starts downloading on his computer the attached file.

-Did you have breakfast?

Yoongi raises an eyebrow.

-Are you asking me because you care or are you asking me 'cause Jin-hyung asked you to ask me?

-You used the word ask too many times.

-Give me an answer.

There's a pause.

-Jin.

-Of course. -Yoongi sighs -Yeah, I did.

Another pause.

-Jin also told me to tell you that coffee is not a meal and therefore should not be considered breakfast.

-Oh, for fuck's sake. -Yoongi groans, rubbing at his temples -I wake up at 8 p.m., how does he expects me to actually have a real brakfast!

-What, does the world stop if you have breakfast at eight in the evening?

-No, but it just feels wrong.

-Then have dinner! -a new voice shouts from the phone and Yoongi rolls his eyes.

-Good evening, Jin. -he frowns -Wait, am I on speaker?

-No. -Jin answers.

-Right.

-Whatever, just eat!

-I'm not hungry, but thank you for reminding me, mom.

-I'll tell you a joke if you don't eat.

Yoongi grimaces in horror.

-Please don't.

-Here goes.

-Oh, no.

-What is the karate expert's favorite drink?

-Please, hyung, don't.

-Kara-tea.

Yoongi can feel shivers down his spine whilst Namjoon cracks up laughing at Jin's joke.

-Are you gonna eat now? 'Cause I have more, Yoons.

-I'm gonna eat, I'll eat until I'm stuffed, are you happy now?

-I am.

-Okay, hyung. -it's Namjoon again -You have dinner and then let me know about the track.

-I will. -Yoongi ends the call and lets out a desperate sigh.

He loves those two, he truly does, but Jin is a nagging mom and Namjoon is too head over heels for the other man to actually care, so that leaves Yoongi fighting a lonely battle.

He wonders if he even has something to eat, he hasn't been grocery shopping for a while and all he has are probably an egg and rotten tomatoes. When he opens the fridge Yoongi is surprised when he sees that there are no rotten tomatoes but two eggs.

-Eggs it is, I guess. -he murmurs and curses himself for talking to himself again. That habit was annoying him.

Then again, it's not like he has someone to talk with. He looks at the clock on the wall. Thirty more minutes have passed, thirty more minutes without seeing the sun.

Two hours later Yoongi is sending to Namjoon his considerations on the track via mail. The song was good, lyrics were incredible (as usual, this is Namjoon he's talking about), but the melody needed some adjustments, embellishment perhaps, something more elegant to accompany such beautiful lyrics.

When he's done he turns off the computer and decides that it's time to light up his candle.

He sits at the table in the living room, the lighter already in his hand and the candle in front of him. Yoongi looks at the white wax for a few seconds before lighting up the candle, then his eyes stare at the flickering flame.

Yoongi has learned to find comfort in the silliest things.

His fingers graze the flame, warmth radiating on his skin without burning him. He finds comfort in the silliest things.

He decides that tonight, like every other night, he'll watch some shitty drama on tv until it's morning again when someone knocks on the door.

Yoongi frowns, glancing at the clock: it's almost ten in the evening, who would be there at such an hour?

He stands up with a groan and drags himself to the front door, opening it almost brutally.

For a brief moment, Yoongi wonders if his curse has just broken since in front of him he can see the sun. It takes him a few moments to realize that the Sun he's watching is actually a boy.

Said boy is as tall as him, so maybe he should just say that he's short, with blond hair and full lips. And the boy is the human manifestation of a ray of sunshine, there's warmth radiating from his smile, golden on his skin and the color of autumn in his eyes.

-Hi! -the boy says, his voice sounds like a sunset -I'm sorry if I'm bothering you. I'm your new neighbour, Park Jimin.

Yoongi blinks a few times, he's blinded.

-What?

The smile on the boy's lips falters for just a second.

-I'm your new neighbour. -he repeats, pointing to his left -I moved in the flat next to yours?

-When?

-Now. -Jimin clears his voice -I just... wanted to say hi, I guess. And tell you that you might hear some noises 'cause I'm moving my stuff inside, I hope it won't bother you too much. It's gonna take a few minutes, really.

Yoongi nods but he's still blinded. Jimin bites his bottom lip, shifting his weight on his other leg uncomfortably.

-I introduced myself, so perhaps you might want to do the same.

Oh. Right.

-Min Yoongi.

-It's a pleasure to meet you, Yoongi-ssi.

-Hyung.

A pause.

-What?

-Call me hyung. -Yoongi replies so quickly he wonders if he stuttering -Or... whatever you want, it's fine, just don't be too formal.

And that's when Jimin smiles in a way that should not be possible, his eyes disappearing into crescents and Yoongi realizes that he just saw the Sun smile at him. He wonders if he's about to burst into flames.

-Okay, Yoongi-hyung. -Jimin nods -I'll go now, I'm sorry if I bothered you.

-You didn't.

Jimin's smile only widens.

-Then I guess I'll see you around and “not bother you” again.

Yoongi nods, Jimin turns on his left and disappears inside his flat.

Yoongi stays still for what feels like hours, still trying to understand what he has just witnessed. It' dark outside, the moon is in the sky, stars are painting it. And yet he saw the sun.

When he finally gets back inside and locks the door Yoongi's legs feel weak, his chest heavy and the tips of his fingers are prickling.

He goes back to the living room, takes his phone and calls Namjoon.

-I'm reading the notes. -Namjoon says as soon as he answers -You're right, we need to make it more...

-Joons. -his voice is shaking.

-What's wrong? -Namjoon asks, his voice full on concerned parent -What happened?

I have no idea what just happened.

-I've seen the sun, Joons.

-You went out?! Did you get burned?! Wait, what the fuck are you talking about, hyung? It's night.

-I've seen the sun. -Yoongi closes his eyes and he can picture Jimin's smile again -I think I'm in love.

Namjoon stays quiet for a while, the only sound in the room is the ticking of the clock on the wall.

-Fuck. -Namjoon finally whispers.

☀

It's been a week since Yoongi's last seen Jimin. Seven days, one hundred sixty-eight hours, ten thousand eighty minutes, six-hundred four thousand and eight-hundred seconds since he's last seen the Sun.

Yoongi almost feels like he can't breath during the first days, which is absolutely ridiculous since he's been doing just fine for three fucking years without seeing the actual sun.

Jimin is not the sun though. Jimin is brighter than the sun.

-Since when am I so fucking cheesy? -Yoongi whispers, the smoke comes out of his mouth and disappears in the cold air of the night.

He flicks his cigarette and ash falls on the ground. Yoongi finds comfort in the silliest things.

It's 2 a.m., Namjoon is probably asleep, the track is coming out well. He should be focusing on that, on his fucking job, not on a blond haired boy that he's crushing on.

Actually, Yoongi wishes it was a crush, the truth is that he literally fell in love.

Love at first sight. Fucking pathetic.

Yoongi can deal with the fact that he lives in a world where witches are real and cast spells on poor unknowing people, he can deal with magic being real, but he sure as hell can't live with the awareness of having fallen in love in a matter of seconds.

Yoongi takes another drag, stares at the private yard his condo owns and decides that he'd like to go and take a stroll but that he's also way too lazy to actually get down three flights of stairs.

It's been one week since Yoongi has last seen the Sun when Jimin appears.

-Oh, Yoongi-hyung! -the boy exclaims when he sees him.

-Jimin. -Yoongi croaks and then he clears his voice -Hi.

-Hi! -Jimin walks up to him and Yoongi notices that he walks with a grace similar to the one of a ray of sunshine that grazes your hand through the clouds after a storm -Are you a night owl? It's really late.

Yoongi fakes a smile, he hopes it's believable.

-I rarely sleep at night. -he replies, taking in Jimin's warmth and oh God, he looks absolutely gorgeus and utterly adorable in that baby blue sweater with it's sleeves so long they cover half of Jimin's hands -What about you?

-I just got off work. -Jimin answers, an easy smile on his face -I don't sleep much at night either, I work. I sleep in the morning.

Oh.

It's a fucking coincidence, Min Yoongi, calm the fuck down.

-I see. -Yoongi lets the cigarette burn without smoking it.

Jimin seems unsure on what he should do, the conversation kind of died and now they're just staring at each other, which is, once again, ridiculous.

-Well, I guess I'll go. -Jimin says, pointing to the door of his flat.

Oh, hell no.

-Do you want a cup of coffee? -Yoongi blurts, the cigarette falls from his fingers -Or tea. Or milk. Or whatever you want.

Really fucking smooth, you're doing great.

Jimin's lips stretch in that smile again, the smile that makes Yoongi not miss the sunlight anymore.

-I'd love to!

Yoongi nods and opens the door, gesturing for Jimin to get in, following him immediately.

-I'm not even sure if I have milk, though.

-Tea is fine and... -Jimin's eyes widen -This is beautiful.

-What is?

-The candles.

Oh. Right. The candles.

Yoongi rolls his eyes when he remembers of thinking that lighting up all of his candles and placing them on every available surface was going to be a good idea. It sounded like a great idea back then.

-Sorry about that. -he mutters, staring at the way the house was lighted up by the little flames, yellow flickering lights casting weirdly shaped shadows on the walls.

-I really like it. -Jimin chirps -It's comforting.

Yoongi's breath catches in his throat.

-Comforting?

Jimin nods.

-People find comfort in the silliest things. -Jimin says and Yoongi falls in love again.

-They do. -Yoongi can feel himself smiling.

It's been two years since he last smiled.

Yoongi prepares tea for the both of them and then they move to the living room.

Jimin literally gasps.

-You have a piano!

Yoongi groans at the sight of his piano that has five candles on top of it. The wax is going to be a bitch to remove, what the hell was he thinking?

-My house looks like a tumblr aesthetic blog. -he grunts and Jimin laughs.

Jimin's laughter sounds like a dawn.

-It's pretty, though. Do you play?

Yoongi nods.

Jimin hums, walking to the piano and his fingertips brush on the black surface.

-I've always wanted to learn how to play, never really tried though.

-You probably never had a good teacher. -Yoongi sits on his couch, enjoying the presence of the sun in his house.

-Are you a good teacher? -Jimin asks, there's playfulness in his voice.

-Never tried to teach, but I don't think I have the patience.

At that, Jimin pouts, Yoongi wonders how more adorable a human being can get.

-That's a shame. -Jimin says, he then takes a sip of his tea -I met the other neighbors too.

Yoongi's lips shortly curl up.

-Taehyung and Jungkook. -he says -They're a fucking pain in the ass.

-Aw, don't say that. They're funny.

-They make way too much noise. -Yoongi groans -I swear to God, if they start another Big Bang's karaoke session at midday I'm gonna call the police. They once sang “If you” seven times. Seven.

-They're a cute couple. -Jimin says as he sits on the piano stool, facing Yoongi -They talked about you!

-Did they?

-They say you take care of them.

-I don't.

-That you remind them to buy grocery.

Yoongi scoffs.

-Sometimes. -he admits.

-Cute. -Jimin giggles and then flushes -I mean, not you. Not that you aren't cute, I just meant... you know what, forget what I said.

-Okay. - There was no way in hell Yoongi was going to forget that -You said you just got back from work.

Jimin nods, looking around the room.

-What job do you do?

-I'm a dancer.

Fuck.

Of course he is. Jimin has the sweetest face in the world (with also a jawline that could cut a man in half), but Yoongi didn't fail noticing that Jimin's thighs looked like they could be able to choke a man to death.

-A dancer, that's cool.

There's silence for a few seconds before Jimin is smirking and Yoongi almost chokes on his tea at the sight.

-As in a stripper.

Yoongi actually chokes on his tea. He splutters for a second before cleaning the drooling tea off his mouth.

-Oh. -he manages to say, but his voice sounds awfully rough.

-Is that a problem? -Jimin asks, smirk still there, but his voice is less confident.

-No, of course not. -Yoongi shrugs -It's a job like any other, you just caught me by surprise. You don't exactly look like...

-Like I can hang off a pole only using my legs?

-That.

Oh God he can hang off a pole only using his legs.

-I'd demonstrate but I'm guessing you don't own a pole.

-You're guessing right. -Yoongi chuckles.

-I actually like it, you know? And the place where I work is super safe and the clients are really respectful, and they leave great tips. It's thanks to my hyung that I got the job, I'm thankful, the place where I worked before wasn't as good.

Yoongi nods.

-Your hyung?

-Hoseok. -Jimin smiles at the name -He dances there too, he's amazing! He's a deva!

Yoongi's eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

-It's rare to see devas in the city.

-Hoseok-hyung never really liked living in the woods.

Yoongi nods.

-Taehyung is a fairy too, did you know?

Jimin's eyes brighten up.

-He didn't tell me!

-He probably forgot, he's a bit of an airhead. -Yoongi gulps down some more tea -A pixie.

-And Jungkook...

-No, he's human. I still have no idea how those two managed to get together. I mean, I know the story, but it still sounds impossible.

-Tell me. -Jimin says, his voice buzzing with excitement and his eyes are glinting under the candles' light.

-Jungkook was on holidays with his family in Daegu. -Yoongi says -He went to take a walk near the river Geumho when he heard someone screaming. And there Taehyung was, almost drowning, clinging to a rock when the water was about to swallow him. Jungkook made it just in time and saved him. Taehyung says he fell in love immediately, Jungkook took his sweet time though.

-Why?

-The boy was so convinced he was straight, it was almost cute. Add that to the fact that Taehyung is a fairy and Jungkook was in panic. But they worked it out and now they are the grossest couple I've ever seen.

Jimin smiles softly, his hands clutching the mug of tea.

-That's really romantic.

-Way too much.

-You don't like romance?

Yoongi looks at Jimin.

-You do?

Jimin shrugs.

-I think everyone likes it. Why did you say it was impossible, though?

Yoongi arches up an eyebrow.

-A human that saves a drowning pixie and then proceeds to fall in love with him? Sounds like a terrible young adult novel.

-But it's not impossible.

-I guess it isn't.

-Nothing is really impossible, hyung.

Yoongi stiffens.

-Some things are. -he replies and he looks at the clock. The ticking is still loud -You seem to like magic.

Jimin lights up.

-I do! -he says -I like magical creautures. I like the fact that magic exists when we thought it didn't for so long.

-You clearly do. -Yoongi can almost hear the fondness in his own voice but he can't bring himself to care -Any particular reason as to why you like it so much?

Jimin looks at Yoongi for a few seconds, a small smile on his lips, before he replies.

-Because for a very long time we thought that magic was impossible. -he says -But it isn't.

Yoongi shakes his head, laughing quietly.

-Whatever you say, sunshine. -Yoongi whispers, but it's loud enough for Jimin to hear.

There's silence for a few seconds before Jimin speaks up.

-Sunshine?

Fuck.

-Sorry, that... that just came out. I don't know why I... -Yoongi takes a long breath -Sorry.

Jimin frowns in confusion.

-Why are you apologizing? It's a nickname, I like it.

-Oh. -Yoongi licks his lips nervously -Okay. Good. I guess.

Jimin glances at the clock behind him and gasps.

-Shit, it's really late. -he says, standing up and placing the mug on the coffe table in front of Yoongi -I'm sorry, you're probably busy.

-It's fine, kid. - also I'm not busy and please, oh God, don't leave.

-I'll go now. Thank you for the tea.

Yoongi stands up as well, accompanying Jimin to the door. When the boy is out he turns around to face Yoongi.

-I usually get off at 2 from work. -he says hastily -Are you always up at this time?

-I'm up all night.

-I had fun.

-Did you?

-Yeah! Talking to you it's nice. Comforting.

People find comfort in the silliest things.

-If it's fine with you I'd... drop by again. Sometimes.

Yoongi stops breathing. The sun wants to see him again.

-You can drop by anytime you want.

Jimin lets out a breath that Yoongi didn't know the boy was holding.

-Great! -he says, voice high and so beautiful it's almost deafening -I guess I'll see you soon, hyung.

Yoongi smiles.

-I'll see you soon, sunshine.

☀

It's been three weeks since the sun has started to spend time with Yoongi. Twenty-one days. Five-hundred and four hours. Yoongi stopped counting the minutes and seconds.

Jimin drops by Yoongi's flat every night after work, staying as long as his sleepiness allows him.

Yoongi learns that Jimin is from Busan, that he left his family there, that he once had a relationship with a banshee and that it didn't last long, that he likes his tea fruity (so Yoongi promptly buys seven different kinds of fruit brews), that when he talks he gesticulates a lot which is all kinds of adorable, that Jimin likes to have sweater paws, that when he giggles he covers his mouth with the palm of his hand, that he doesn't like his short fingers and that he always smells like morning sun.

In all of this, Yoongi learns that he manages to fall in love harder and harder by each day.

Jimin is currently sitting on his couch, legs crossed and a peach tea in his mug, looking at the candle lit on the table.

-Do you like them?

-What? -Yoongi asks, fingertips caressing the piano keys.

-Candles.

The older boy shrugs and he realizes that he needs to cut his hair, his black locks are annoyingly prickling at his eyes.

-Not really.

-Then why do you always have at least one lit up every night?

Yoongi looks at his clock, the ticking has gotten less loud since Jimin has arrived in his life.

-In Copenhagen during winter they have five hours of sunlight. -Yoongi says -And the winter is long and harsh in Copenhagen and even when the sun is out the clouds cover it completely. They live in the darkness for most of the time. So they light up candles to keep the darkness away. They find comfort in it.

There is silence for a while, broken only by their soft breaths and by the ticking of the clock.

-Why do you need candles to keep the darkness away? -Jimin's voice is almost a whisper.

-I don't. -Yoongi lies -It's just a habit I have.

Jimin gives him a small smile and Yoongi knows that the boy doesn't believe him. It doesn't matter. Jimin doesn't need to know that the only hours of sun Yoongi gets are the ones that Jimin spends with him.

It's been a month since the Sun has walked back in his life.

Jimin starts spending even more time at his house, almost until dawn.

-We should go out in the yard. -Jimin tells him one night, it's almost 4 a.m.

-Why? -Yoongi grimaces -It's cold as fuck.

-To watch the sunrise.

There's a shiver that runs down Yoongi's spine.

-I can't. -Yoongi quickly says -I have work to do. And I need sleep at some point.

Jimin says nothing for a while, his eyes clouded with doubt, but he nods in the end.

-Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm always taking time from you.

-No, you don't sunshine. I wouldn't have you here if I didn't like it.

-I never asked what job you do.

-You haven't. -Yoongi sits up straighter on his chair -I'm a composer.

Surprise colors Jimin's face, his eyes widen.

-That's amazing! -the boys says, an ecstatic smile stretches his lips -Let me hear something!

-Absolutely not.

-Oh, hyung, please! -Jimin pouts and puts on his best puppy eyes. How is Yoongi supposed to say no to the Sun when it is begging him for something?

-I spoil you too much. Come here. -he gestures for the computer so Jimin sits on the arm of the couch next to Yoongi -It's nothing amazing so don't get too excited.

-I'm sure it's great.

-Whatever. -Yoongi starts looking through his files, searching for a song he's actually satisfied of, but nothing really comes to mind.

-Wait! -Jimin says, pointing to a folder on his desktop -I know that, it's the title of a drama I watched. Did you make the music for it?

Yoongi nods and Jimin claps enthusiastically.

-Let me hear that!

-You already heard it if you watched the drama.

-But the actors were always talking over it, I could hear basically nothing! -Jimin whines before putting on his best smile -I remember thinking that the music was really lovely, though. Please?

Yoongi snorts.

-I feel like you have realized I can't actually say no to you.

Jimin grins smugly.

-It's because I'm your sunshine, right?

Yoongi can hear his heartbeat as clearly as he can hear the ticking of the clock. He feels like Jimin could hear it as well if he focused hard enough.

You are, Yoongi thinks, you're my only sunshine. The only one I'll ever have.

-Don't get cocky, brat. -Yoongi mutters, before clicking on the folder and then on the first song.

It was a recent job, he composed the entirety of the soundtrack in two weeks because he was swimming in inspiration back then. He was even happy with it. Now that he's listening to it again, Yoongi's cringing. He wants to write it all over again, add notes and chords, changes in the tempo, he wants to make it sound like the rise and fall of the sun.

He dares to look at Jimin and all he sees are the games of light that the sun makes when you look at the sky from under a tree and the sunrays filter through the leaves.

With his eyes closed and the most endearing smile Yoongi has ever seen on a human, Jimin is listening to the song, humming softly to it, his voice sounds like the reflection of sunlight on a pond.

When the song is over Jimin opens his eyes and looks at Yoongi, blinding him once more.

-It's even better than how I remembered it. -he says -Really lovely.

They spend the rest of the night listening to Yoongi's music.

It's been two month since the Sun came in Yoongi's life. Sixty-two days. Several hours.

When the Sun comes visit him again, it's three in the afternoon. Yoongi frowns, wondering who it could be but does not make a move to answer the door.

It's early, the sun is still out, whatever it is it's going to wait.

-Hyung, I know you're awake! -Jimin's voice comes muffled by the door -Come on, open!

Yoongi sighs and gets up the couch, turning off the tv and going to the door.

He opens it only slightly and he stays behind it as much as he can.

-Why are you hiding? -Jimin asks, giggling.

-I've just woken up. -Yoongi lies -It's really fucking bright. Come in, hurry.

Jimin does as he's told and Yoongi immediately slams the door shut.

-You're way too early, sunshine.

-I have a free evening tonight, no work!

-Nice.

-So I'm here to ask you to come with me somewhere?

Yoongi frowns.

-Where?

-There's this new bakery I found and everything is so delicious. They have this carrot cake that made my mouth water at the sight! We should go!

Jimin wants him to go with him to a bakery.

You need to stop being so fucking rude to me, I'm gonna die.

-Sure. -Yoongi says, basking in the sight that is Jimin's huge smile. The sun sets around six p.m., he'll be fine. He's gonna loose some sleep, but he'll just sleep some more the next morning.

-Great! Let's go then!

-What? Now?

-Yeah, of course!

-Can't we go later? I've got stuff to do for work.

-But the bakery closes at five!

Fucking bakery.

-I really can't, Jimin.

-Aw, come on, whatever it is you're doing can wait for a couple of hours! -the boy insists -Besides, you really need to get out more, you're so pale you look like a ghost.

Yoongi sighs.

-I can't, Jimin.

Jimin looks at him with disappointment for a few seconds before his expression turns into one of pure stubborness.

-Well, I'm ordering you.

-You can't order me, I'm older than you.

-Come on. -Jimin grips his wrist and starts pulling him to the door -I'll pay and you'll thank me.

-Sunshine, wait. -Yoongi tries to pull back but Jimin's grip is strong and suddenly Yoongi is terrified. He can't go out.

He'll never be able to go out with Jimin anywhere.

-STOP!

Jimin freezes and he immediately lets go of Yoongi and turns around, looking at him with wide eyes.

I just screamed at the sun.

-I... -Jimin looks at his feet -I'm sorry.

-No. No, I'm sorry. -Yoongi can feel his heart pumping loudly in his chest -I'm so sorry sunshine, I didn't want to scream like that, but I really can't go out.

-It's fine. We'll go another day, I guess.

Yoongi wants to cry.

-I can't go out, Jimin. Never.

-What are you talking about? -Jimin looks back at him -Of course you can.

Yoongi shakes his head and sighs. This is it, isn't it?

-Come with me. -he says, before going back to the living room, Jimin following him close.

Yoongi stops in front of the window, the dark curtains covering it completely and he takes a deep breath.

He stands to the side and slowly lifts the curtains until there's sunlight coming in.

This is it. This is the moment he loses the Sun again.

Yoongi lifts his hand until the sun hits his skin. He sighs at the feeling and fuck he missed it. He missed it so bad that his heart is aching, yearning for more. He stares at it, at the way the light hits his pale skin. That's when he sees the thin white smoke lifting from his hand and the first sting. It's still bearable. Then it starts to hurt even more, his skin starts turning red, the pain hits him and Yoongi grits his teeth.

He hears Jimin taking in a loud breath and when his skin hurts so much because of the burning, when he feels like he can't take it anymore, Yoongi gives up.

He yanks his hand back with a hiss, clutching it at his chest and closing his eyes shut.

Fuck, it really does hurt, he almost forgot.

He hears the sound of the curtains closing again and suddenly Jimin's hand is on his. It burns just like the sunlight, but it's pleasant. So pleasant.

-We need to get it under some cold water. -Jimin says, his voice pregnant with concern -Come on.

Yoongi lets Jimin drag him to the kitchen and he lets the boy put his hand under the cold water of the sink.

The damage is not big, just a burn. It'll heal soon.

-Are you a vampire? -Jimin asks -It's fine if you are, I met plenty.

-I'm human. -Yoongi keeps his eyes on his hand -Just cursed.

Jimin's jaw clenches.

-Why?! Why would someone do this to you?!

-Because I broke a witch's heart. -he answers and suddenly her face comes back in his mind -Her name is Cha Eun, she was a friend. I thought she was, at least. We were close, closer than I've ever been with anyone. When she told me she loved me it broke my heart to reject her, but I couldn't play with her feelings either, she was my friend. She didn't like it. I didn't even know she was a witch. So here I am. -A pause -I can't go out in the sun.

Jimin is still holding his wrist and Yoongi's hand is starting to feel a little numb under the cold water, but he makes no move to free himself.

-How long has it been?

-Three years. -Yoongi frowns -And... several months.

He used to keep count methodically, but he's starting to lose the correct numbers.

-You haven't seen the sun in three years?

I'm looking at it right now.

Yoongi nods. He doesn't expect Jimin's face to twist in what looks like pure pain.

-I'm so sorry, hyung.

-It's fine. You get used to it after a while.

-The candles... -Jimin whispers in realization.

Yoongi grimaces, slightly ashamed.

-I know it's stupid, but people do find comfort in the silliest things. -Yoongi moves away his hand from the water and stops it from running, but Jimin still doesn't let him go.

-There must be a way to break the curse, right? There's always a way.

Of course there's a way. And it's never going to happen.

-It's impossible.

-Nothing is...

-No, sunshine. -Yoongi interrupts him -It is impossible.

Jimin looks at Yoongi's hand, the skin burned where the sun touched it, his grip gets tighter.

-It's so unfair.

Yoongi feels like crying, but he doesn't. He just shrugs, faking a smile.

-I told you, you get used to it after a while. I didn't even like going outside that much in the first place, so...

Jimin sharply looks back at Yoongi, a confused frown on his face and disbelief written in his eyes.

-Why are you lying to me? -he whispers.

-I'm not...

-You are. Don't you miss it? Don't you miss the sun?

Yoongi doesn't answer. He'd start crying if he answered, wouldn't he? He's not that weak, he hasn't cried in years, he's not going to break up in front of Jimin, he's stronger than that.

Jimin's gaze softens and suddenly it's spring.

-It's so unfair that the sun doesn't get the privilege of touching you without burning you but I do.

And that's when Yoongi breaks. Jimin doesn't get it, does he? Where is the privilege in touching a cursed being, and how does he not see that Jimin's touch burns him way more than the sun does?

Yoongi lets the tears fall since there's no point in stopping them. Slowly, Yoongi can feel Jimin's arms circling his waist. Jimin's hug is as soft as the boy and Yoongi lets himself have this, the gentleness and warmth of it.

It doesn't immediately come to him that the Sun is currently holding him.

Yoongi doesn't know exactly when they moved from the kitchen to the living room, but they're both sitting on the couch now, the tv is on but the noise is low and far.

-In what else do you find comfort? -Jimin asks, his head resting on Yoongi's shoulder.

-In the way the smoke of a cigarette disappears in thin air almost as if it never existed. -Yoongi replies, his eyes heavy with tiredness -And in the ticking of a clock that reminds him how long it's been since I've last seen the sun.

The clock is useless now. Yoongi thinks I see the Sun everyday.

Jimin hums, eyes closed and breath even, fanning over Yoongi's neck. Minutes pass and Yoongi thinks that Jimin fell asleep so he dares to look at him. Once again, he realizes that he doesn't need the sun anymore.

-Your skin is cold. -Jimin whispers, startling Yoongi -Since the first moment I saw you I thought it was cold even without touching you.

A pause.

-I always thought that you look like winter.

They fall asleep on the small couch, the sun outside slowly setting.

It's been five months since the Sun came in Yoongi's life. Yoongi has stopped counting the days. Instead, he starts writing more music thinking about soft sunrises and orange sunsets.

It's 3 a.m. and there's a knock on Yoongi's door, the man opens it already knowing who's on the other side.

But tonight the sun is not shining as usual, his warmth is almost gone and there are clouds covering him.

-Hi. -Jimin says, Yoongi can feel tiredness and something else in his voice, a certain edge that he can't pinpoint.

-Hey. -Yoongi steps back and lets Jimin in -You okay, sunshine?

-Yep. -Jimin replies, letting his bag fall on the floor and taking off his shoes.

-I'll make you tea, go sit on the couch, you look tired as fuck.

Jimin snorts but it sounds forced, he goes into the living room without saying anything.

Yoongi prepares himself some coffee (he's got a lot of work to do tonight, he needs the caffeine), and makes Jimin his favorite tea (red fruits, because Jimin is just cute like that).

When Yoongi gets in the living room, Jimin is on the couch with his legs against his chest and his face hidden behind his hands.

-Hey, what's wrong? -Yoongi asks, putting the mugs on the coffee table.

-Nothing, hyung, I'm just tired. -the boy replies, he still doesn't show his face.

-Don't bullshit me, I've seen you tired, this isn't tiredness.

Jimin doesn't say anything. That's when Yoongi notices the slight tremble of Jimin's legs and the shaking of his hands.

Yoongi is on his knees in front of Jimin before he even realizes he moved.

-Show me your face. -Yoongi says, he hates the hoarse sound of his voice.

Jimin sighs and lets his hands fall on his lap. The Sun's eyes are glossy with unshed tears, puffy and red, his skin that usually has the colour of honey is pale.

-What happened, sunshine? -Yoongi asks, ignoring the way his heart is clenching.

-It's nothing. It's stupid.

-It's clearly fucking not if you're like this.

Jimin lowers his eyes when he speaks.

-We got this new client who requested a private dance. Nothing new, I do it all the time. He just...

-What did he do? -Yoongi hisses, his hands curl up in fists.

-He just got a little handsy, that's all. -Jimin takes a deep breath -When I reminded him that the rules clearly say “no touching allowed” he didn't listen. But it's fine, I got out immediately and the manager kicked him out, it happens sometimes.

Yoongi lets a few moments pass, wondering how someone could even think of touching the Sun with his bare hands and not get burned.

-Then why are you like this?

Jimin clenches his jaw.

-Apparently since I'm a stripper I had no right to refuse him. I'm a slut and that's why I get paid in the first place. At least, that's what he said when they dragged him out. -Jimin's lips twitch -I don't deserve to be humiliated like that.

-You're right, you don't. -Yoongi gently squeezes Jimin's knee -Can I do something?

Jimin smiles and shakes his head.

-It's fine, I won't see him again.

-No, I know. Just... something to cheer you up? Anything.

At that, Jimin's eyes light up.

-Anything? -he asks and Yoongi nods.

-Anything that makes you happy, sunshine.

-Play the piano for me.

Yoongi snorts but stands up anyway, making his way to the piano.

-That's it?

-Yes, please. -Jimin sits on the stool next to Yoongi, shoulders barely grazing his -Play anything you like.

-Okay. -Yoongi clears his voice -This is... new, I didn't really play it many times before so it might be shitty.

-Hyung, just play it.

Yoongi rolls his eyes but starts playing anyway. The notes suddenly fill the air and Yoongi lets himself be consumed by them. In his mind he replays the first time he saw Jimin, the first time he saw the Sun.

He pictures clouds dissipating, warmth enveloping him in the glentlest hug, rivers shining with the light of the Sun's smile, a laughter that sounds like a clear sunrise, smooth skin that has the color of gold and eyes that hold the autumn inside, a touch that burns him to the core, a voice that is so clear and calming that even the most beautiful sunset couldn't rival it.

He pictures all of this and, as he does, he pictures Jimin.

Yoongi opens his eyes and glances at the boy sitting next to him. Jimin is staring right back at him, a soft flush on his cheeks, pink lips slightly agape.

Jimin's breathing comes out quick, breaking on Yoongi's face and they are so close... If Yoongi would just lean in the distance between them would disappear, the entire world would disappear. But Yoongi doesn't move.

-Hyung. -Jimin's voice shakes -You stopped playing.

Yoongi looks at his hands that are still and not moving, hovering over the keys of the piano.

-Oh, sorry.

-It's fine. -Jimin giggles -I liked that song. Does it have a title?

-Not yet.

Jimin hums.

-But if I had to choose right now I'd probably call it “Sunshine”.

Yoongi immediately starts playing again without looking at Jimin nor waiting for him to say something, hoping that the music will keep the boy from speaking.

It works, Jimin just listens to the melody with his chin resting on Yoongi's shoulder.

-Are you feeling better? -Yoongi asks, staring at his fingers moving quickly on the board.

Jimin nods.

-You know... -the boy whispers in his ear -I really want to show you the sun, Yoongi.

Yoongi smiles and closes his eyes, playing whatever melody comes to his mind.

You already are.

☀

It's been five months since the Sun came in Yoongi's life.

Yoongi still lights up candles, but not as many as before, and the ticking of the clock has gotten less loud.

Yoongi doesn't know what time it is when the loud shrieking of his phone wakes Yoongi up, all he knows is that it's annoying.

He groans, pressing the palm of his hands on his eyes before taking the phone from his bedside table. He frowns when he sees who's calling him, but answers anyway.

-Taehyung?

-Hyung! Thank God you answered!

-How do you even have my number?

-What? Hyung, you gave it to me!

-When?

Honestly, Yoongi must have been drunk when he gave Taehyung his number.

-Like, an year ago! Look, it doesn't matter!

Yoongi sits up at the urgency in the pixie's voice.

-What's wrong, kid?

-There was an accident, I don't know exactly what happened I'm out of town with Kookie but Jimin called me and...

-What happened to him? -Yoongi feels his heart stopping.

-A car hit him, he's... he's at the hospital, I don't know exactly-

-What hospital?

-Yangji Hospital.

Yoongi ends the call and sprints on his feet, quickly putting on the first shoes he finds and deciding that he doesn't care if he's basically wearing his pijamas.

He grabs a hoodie, puts it on and then takes his keys, he opens the door and starts running.

He doesn't know if he's closed the door, it doesn't matter, he just runs.

He's out of breath almost immediately because he hasn't ran in three years and his muscles already ache, his heart thumps loudly and painfully in his chest but it doesn't matter.

On the way, Yoongi's pretty sure the he knocked two men down and almost ran into a kid that was eating ice cream, but he can't stop his legs.

It takes him fourty minutes to get to the Hospital, a tiny spark of rationality tells him that the accident must have taken place not far from their flats if Jimin has been taken to Yangji, he silently thanks God for that.

As soon as he sets his eyes on the building his pace quickens and he's inside the hospital.

Yoongi drags himself to the front desk, a young man is sitting behind it. An elf, Yoongi notes mentally.

-Park Jimin. -Yoongi croaks -He had a car accident. I think.

The man gives him a weird look and Yoongi realizes he probably looks like he's the one in need of a doctor.

-Just a moment. -the elf says, typing something on his computer -Yes, he's been admitted an hour ago. Room 201, third floor.

Yoongi nods and runs to the elevators, jumping in before the doors close and hastily pressing the button for the third floor.

He counts the seconds, staring in front of him, his breath comes out ragged and way too quick. They reach the third floor and Yoongi is out as soon as the door are open enough for him to squish through them, he starts looking for the room.

205, 204, 203, 202, 201.

He gets in and Jimin is sitting on the hospital bed, staring at him with wide eyes.

-Hyung?

-Are you okay? -Yoongi walks to Jimin, his heart clenches when he sees the nasty cut on his cheekbone.

-I... -Jimin gapes -How did you get here?

-Taehyung called me, he said you had an accident.

-No, I mean how did you get here?

-I ran.

-That's not...

-Jimin, for fuck's sake, are you okay?!

Jimin slowly nods, still looking at him as if he saw a ghost.

-It's not serious, just a few bruises and my wrist is dislocated. -he lifts his arm, showing a bandage -But it's nothing.

Yoongi finally remembers how to breath and his legs almost give up on him.

-Fuck, I was so scared.

-I'm okay. -Jimin takes a deep breath -Hyung, how did you get here?

-I told you.

-No, you don't understand. The sun.

-What about it?

-The sun is out.

Yoongi frowns.

-No it isn't. The sun has set, I wouldn't be here otherwise.

-No, Yoongi-hyung, the sun is out. It's four in the afternoon.

Yoongi lets the words sink in. He looks at the open window and yes, the sun is out. The sun is shining and it's literally touching his skin. And he's not burning. He ran under the sun and he didn't burn. The light is hitting his skin, warm, bright. He didn't even realize.

-How... -Yoongi stutters -This isn't possible.

This is impossible. He's cursed, damn it, it's not like a curse takes a day off because someone got hurt.

This is impossible.

It's impossible because the only way for Yoongi to be here, with the sun shining on his skin, is if the curse had been broken. But it's impossible to break it.

Unless it isn't.

Yoongi looks at Jimin, realization flooding over him.

-Shit.

-Hyung, are you okay?

-You're in love with me.

Jimin blushes hard, his cheeks tint with pink and his neck is red.

-Excuse me?

Yoongi swallows hard.

-Are you in love with me?

And maybe Yoongi already knows the answer. He's not blind. If Yoongi looks at Jimin like he's the sun, then Jimin is looking at him as if he's a starry night sky.

Jimin's expression softens and an easy smile find it's way on his face.

-Of course I'm in love with you.

He says it almost as if it's a given fact, as if loving someone like him is the normal thing to do, the right thing to do.

-You have no idea of what you just did, do you? -Yoongi asks, a little breathless.

-I... guess I don't?

Yoongi moves to cup Jimin's face with his hands and the younger boy's eyes flicker down to his lips.

-You just did the impossible.

Jimin looks at him with wide eyes, his lips curling up.

-The curse. -he says -I broke it?

-Damn right you did, sunshine.

-Oh. Wow.

-Yes, wow.

-I really want to kiss you.

-Nothing's stopping you.

-We're in a hospital.

-So?

-It smells of detergent.

-Well then breath with your mouth.

-But hyung, people died here.

-Jimin.

-Someone might have died in this room.

-Sunshine, for fuck's sake.

-But...

Yoongi doesn't let him finish because, really, he's been waiting for this moment for far too long.

The moment his lips touch Jimin's, everything seems to fit in the right place.

He can vaguely register the feeling of Jimin's fingers caressing his neck but he's too overwhelmed to really focus on the touch. Jimin's lips are soft, the way they move on his own is kind and cautious, there's a sharp intake of breath and that's when Yoongi realizes that he's kissing the Sun.

It burns and Yoongi lets it burn, willing to burst into flames if that's the price he needs to pay. It burns. And it's wonderful.

It's been zero years, zero months, zero days and three hours since Yoongi's last seen the sun.

When he opens his eyes the three hours turn into a zero as well.

Yoongi can feel his lips stretch into a content smile at the sight of the sun laying in his bed next to him. Jimin's breathing comes out in soft, slow huffs, his blond hair sticking at an odd angle and he looks absolutely endearing.

Yoongi sighs and starts drawing with his thumbs soothing circles on Jimin's bare skin, warm and smooth and, like every morning, Yoongi wonders how he got so lucky.

From outside the window, the morning sunlight falls on Jimin's tanned skin, Yoongi can see gold. The boy stirs a little before opening his eyes. He groans something and shuffles closer to Yoongi.

-Morning to you too, sunshine.

-Too bright. -he mumbles, hiding his face in the crook of Yoongi's neck.

-Do you want me to close the curtains tonight before we go to sleep?

Jimin shakes his head.

-No, you like to wake up with the sun shining.

Yoongi smiles and he presses his lips on Jimin's forehead, he passes his fingers through Jimin's hair.

-I like you more than the sun.

-So cheesy.

-Shut up, you love it.

Jimin hums.

-I love you. -he says.

Yoongi knows he does and it still feels impossible. But Jimin told him once that nothing is impossible, turns out he was right.

-I love you too, sunshine.

They stay like that and Yoongi starts counting Jimin's breaths, the way Jimin hums the songs Yoongi plays for him and, once again, he finds comfort in the silliest of things.

He finds comfort in the way the sun hits his Sun's skin, making him look like a golden miracle.