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newyearcntdownTitle Not just a day
Author/Artiststonepicnicking_okapi
Length/Size of work 400
Summary Suga's special day isn't Christmas or his birthday.
Rating Gen
Warnings None.
Other content notes None
Fandom (optional) BTS
Pairing (optional) None
Beta (optional) None
Disclaimer (mandatory only if not original work) I do not own BTS or its members. This is for entertainment purposes only.
Christmas.
They had always been working on Christmas. It was just another day. Other members might hold on to memories of past Christmases, Christmases of their childhoods, or they might wistfully conjure up images of future Christmases surrounded by friends and family, feasting and festivities.
That was fine for them, but Yoongi wasn’t like that.
For him, Christmas was just a day.
His birthday was even worse. He was expected to have a cake and blow out candles. He was expected to cheerfully endure singing and the decorating and be grateful for all the well-wishes.
And he was, grateful, that is.
He wasn’t an asshole. If people wanted to put his face on a billboard or a flashing sign in corners around the world on a certain day in March, well, that was nice, fine, touching.
But in his heart of hearts, it was just a day.
His birthday was just a day. Christmas was just a day.
But that didn’t mean he never celebrated anything, never considered a certain day of the year unlike others. A few years, he’d been traveling and missed it entirely. He tried to pretend it didn’t matter, but it did.
He put the past disappointments out of his mind and swiped through sets of photographs in a file and smiled. Then he looked up.
“Ready, Holly?”
“Woof!”
“All right.” Yoongi made final adjustments to Holly’s knitted sweater and wooly cap. Then he slung a bag on his good shoulder and snapped the leash to Holly’s collar. “Let’s go. Today’s the day.”
Holly yipped excitedly at the white stuff whirling all around them while Yoongi kept the brim of his hat low and his head down. He wasn’t really supposed to leave his place but fuck that shit.
Today was the day.
When they got the park, he was all smiles. He only had eyes for Holly. He chased him and was chased by him. He pulled Holly in a little sleigh and hitched Holly to the little sleigh and let him pull it. They made snow angel and snow puppy, respectively.
And Yoongi took photographs of everything, brimming with joy and delight and pride at his wonderful, sweet little friend who scampered after squirrels and snapped at the cascading weather.
Christmas was a day. His birthday was a day.
But, for Yoongi, Holly’s first snow of the year, well, that was always something special.
Author/Artist
stonepicnicking_okapiLength/Size of work 400
Summary Suga's special day isn't Christmas or his birthday.
Rating Gen
Warnings None.
Other content notes None
Fandom (optional) BTS
Pairing (optional) None
Beta (optional) None
Disclaimer (mandatory only if not original work) I do not own BTS or its members. This is for entertainment purposes only.
Christmas.
They had always been working on Christmas. It was just another day. Other members might hold on to memories of past Christmases, Christmases of their childhoods, or they might wistfully conjure up images of future Christmases surrounded by friends and family, feasting and festivities.
That was fine for them, but Yoongi wasn’t like that.
For him, Christmas was just a day.
His birthday was even worse. He was expected to have a cake and blow out candles. He was expected to cheerfully endure singing and the decorating and be grateful for all the well-wishes.
And he was, grateful, that is.
He wasn’t an asshole. If people wanted to put his face on a billboard or a flashing sign in corners around the world on a certain day in March, well, that was nice, fine, touching.
But in his heart of hearts, it was just a day.
His birthday was just a day. Christmas was just a day.
But that didn’t mean he never celebrated anything, never considered a certain day of the year unlike others. A few years, he’d been traveling and missed it entirely. He tried to pretend it didn’t matter, but it did.
He put the past disappointments out of his mind and swiped through sets of photographs in a file and smiled. Then he looked up.
“Ready, Holly?”
“Woof!”
“All right.” Yoongi made final adjustments to Holly’s knitted sweater and wooly cap. Then he slung a bag on his good shoulder and snapped the leash to Holly’s collar. “Let’s go. Today’s the day.”
Holly yipped excitedly at the white stuff whirling all around them while Yoongi kept the brim of his hat low and his head down. He wasn’t really supposed to leave his place but fuck that shit.
Today was the day.
When they got the park, he was all smiles. He only had eyes for Holly. He chased him and was chased by him. He pulled Holly in a little sleigh and hitched Holly to the little sleigh and let him pull it. They made snow angel and snow puppy, respectively.
And Yoongi took photographs of everything, brimming with joy and delight and pride at his wonderful, sweet little friend who scampered after squirrels and snapped at the cascading weather.
Christmas was a day. His birthday was a day.
But, for Yoongi, Holly’s first snow of the year, well, that was always something special.
