Contains: angst {pacific_rim!au}
Warnings: mentions of death
Summary: “Min Yoongi — meritorious pilot, puzzling personality. And, above all, the reason why you were called back to a place you swore you would erase from your memories.”
A/N: Based on the movie Pacific Rim | Special thanks to my wonderful beta, @triptaech <3 | Part 2 will come soon!
There was a brief, almost unnoticeable second of hesitation when the helicopter landed. It was clear in your mind, it weighed on your chest, but it never projected itself onto your serene features, simply turning into a trapped phantasm within your collected facade. It was that mere second, however, that made you wish you had never left the security of your home to return to such a grievous, melancholic atmosphere.
Against the rain-encrusted windows, you could see your own image reflecting like a pale ghost, painting a picture so hesitant that you swore it was possible to feel your own reluctance glistening around your head in the form of a dreadful, apprehensive aura. Beyond the translucent glass, a figure wrapped in ebony waited for you beneath a black umbrella, a contrasting silhouette that stood out against the overwhelming grey of the place — a grey that, every so delicately, danced with the ashy cloud that covered the horizon, mingling with the monochrome raindrops of a decaying world.
The doors opened with a low buzz, and you ignored the strong hit of ice cold wind as you got out of the helicopter. Before you, the landscape of your old base stretched out like an asleep monster, a forgotten friend that welcomed you back with open arms. It was absolutely macabre, you realized, to return to such place after all that had happened within its dark facilities. For so long, you felt like you did not belong in that war.
Caught amidst the everlasting, stormy waters of an opaque ocean, you could only dwell in the vague sounds of waves crashing against the deck, the drumming of raindrops falling against the runway in the rhythm of a cadaveric ballad. It was then and there, as you walked towards that familiar person, that you noticed, perhaps, the wisest decision would have been to kindly deny your old boss’ request.
“Pilot (y/n), welcome back to the Jaeger Program,” Kim Namjoon smiled fondly, taking one step forward. The nostalgia your presence provided was warm, the mere locking of your gazes causing his soul to be filled with silent adoration. He thought he would never see you again, and was never so relieved to be wrong. “Please, make yourself at home.”
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