kyōka suigetsu (鏡花水月)

(n.) lit. ’flower in the mirror, moon on the water’; something that’s visible but cannot be touched; the subtle and profound beauty of poems that cannot be described in words.

in that case, you were the poem.

yoongi spent months and years trying to perfect every lyrics about you but it still wasn’t enough to describe how much you meant to this man. it was almost impossible for it to be a perfect poem.

but, oh.

once you passed, the poems, songs, covers he made for you all fell. like a card tower falling once the last card was placed on top of all of the precious cards.

it fell; like yoongi fell into tears.

he was never able to properly express himself to the person he loved the most.

yoongi spent many months to try to get you out of his mind but it was a fail every time he tried to drink it away, laugh it away. he believed every fails made him the failure that he thought he was.

at the end of the day, he’d just end up playing tapes and footage of you existing in his life. made him happy but felt like rotten shit.

he just got back from producing a few of his own songs that were probably going to end up at the bottom of his files and he needed something to relax his nerves. you. so suga inserted the tape and watched the tapes on repeat, laughing along the jokes he heard a thousands of times, having a glass of an alcohol beverage in his hand, almost forgetting you were gone.