so that means—i have to pull it out?” asks jeongguk, eyebrows furrowing as he stares at the handle of the sword. it looks heavy, but yoongi didn’t say it was painful. he’s been carrying it around like that for centuries. i’ve been working at the high school,” jeongguk adds after a minute. “with the drama department. it’s a poor excuse for one, but the teachers still knew me and they offered to let me help out for a bit. i didn’t—” he pauses, clearing his throat. “i didn’t know if you would find me, so i wasn’t sure what i was going to do.” movement in the wings catches his attention; yoongi turns his eyes to see namjoon standing there, watching him. “here just in case?” yoongi asks him.

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second: the massive metal crescent moon hanging above him, part of the set. it should be fine. but yoongi sees the wires that it’s attached to suddenly fraying, just like that, like there’s someone trying to cut them even though no one is there, and yoongi sees it without even having to see a vision: the moon falls. jeongguk is standing directly below it. (he suffers this time.) he steps out onto the street, still running as he sees jeongguk standing with his bike at a stoplight. car accident, the name card had said. he runs, eyes skirting the street in search of anything that could cause danger, but he doesn’t see it. doesn’t see it until— you are,” says jeongguk, because he doesn’t have to guess. “you’ve been alone for so long. but you don’t have to be, you know? you don’t have to make the punishment worse.” he frowns a little before he adds, “does it hurt?” i did see you, baby,” grins yoongi. “and you were absolutely marvellous. you should be cast in every broadway play ever from now on.” it’s like a date!” giggles jeongguk, still tugging on yoongi. “we’re gonna get married and this is our first date. which is good, because you should always court someone before you propose to them. oh, do you think they have polar bears?”this time, yoongi does react—he lets out a sputter, almost choking on his own spit as jeongguk grins at him. “pardon?” he asks. so i am summoning you,” muses jeongguk, slowly lowering the remote. he’s less afraid of yoongi than he might be some other intruder, but only because he’s curious—if yoongi isn’t a ghost, then what is he? “hold on, can you go? i want to try it again.” yoongi’s eyebrows furrow, throwing a look over his shoulder at jeongguk. he’s far from the edge now, crouched down and staring at yoongi with wild and fearful eyes. “he killed seokjin-hyung,” whispers jeongguk, and yoongi’s eyes shift to the ghost—he’s sitting beside seokjin, a guilty expression on his face. but he nods.

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he’s wrong,” says yoongi quietly. “i mean, he’s right, but—jeongguk. the only one who can even see the sword is the goblin’s bride.” yoongi responds by wrinkling his nose. but he gingerly steps out onto the ice anyway, one foot carefully sliding out like he’s dipping it in water to test the temperature—he almost slips when he doesn’t get his weight right, but jeongguk giggles as he grabs yoongi’s elbow to lead him onto the ice and yoongi clings to him like a lifeline. he tried to take me when i was a kid,” says jeongguk. “i don’t remember what stopped him, but—something did. he said that i was a missing soul or something.” he loves yoongi. he loves yoongi with something terrible and aching inside of him, something that he doesn’t want—but has. and can’t escape, can’t get rid of. he loves yoongi, but not enough to let him die. not enough to take the sword and plunge it into his own chest, to make himself suffer for it. But this...this was phewww. I read the poems aloud(not weird at all), and many, many times I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time at the sheer splendour of it. I wanted to stand on my balcony and scream out loud " THERE IS STILL BEAUTY IN THE WORLD! IT'S STILL THERE..."

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yoongi scoffs as jeongguk begins to drag him down the street toward what he hopes is a maple syrup shop. surely they have those just hanging around here. “i didn’t say we were staying.” so what if i was?” yells yoongi. “i’ve spent hundreds of years suffering and being punished for something i don’t deserve to be punished for, and now when i finally have the chance to end all of this shit, you decide to ruin it? he’s probably— fled. and now he’s going to be pissed at me.” This collection is perfect for both beginners with poetry, and those who are already experienced and in love with it. As far as I am concerned, it is an extremely significant selection of modern poetry, focusing on both the internal and the external – and I would go so far as to argue that “Advice to Teenage Girls with Wild Ambitions and Trembling Hearts” and “Salome Redux” are two of the most empowering and important poems that all young girls and women should read. around them, the music continues to scream through the auditorium, but no one is singing. no one is dancing. there’s just—breathing, and jeongguk staring at the place where he once stood, and yoongi clutching onto jeongguk’s wrist as relief floods through him.

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III. The last time I tried to scream I felt my father climbing up through my throat and into my mouth.gift from yoongi-hyung,” says jeongguk. “he says he doesn’t like me that much, but then he gives me stuff like this, so i don’t really believe him.”