There was a lake, a beautiful lake that glowed in the summer, it was surrounded by evergreens. Forever protecting the purity of this lake. Every month a boy comes, he comes on the 24th of June every month, dips his feet in for a moment and leaves. He's not smart or talented but special. If someone followed he wouldn't go, he was quiet and sly. He would tiptoe everywhere, his voice no louder than a feather hitting the floor. One day, the 25th the boy came, he sang a soothing tune and heard bells, first he moved his feet slow, steps careful as he twirled, pulling pirouettes and lunges, feet barely touching the green green grass. The lake as pristine and pure as the boy. Never touched, never angry, hurt, just sweet serenity. The white hair he had glittered with the suns rays, his milky white skin draped in a white shirt that was long enough to cover down to his knees. He had a single daisy behind his ear this day. Why did he come a day after when he never had before. Why did he sing and dance gracefully for no one to see? Questions he himself didn't answer, his arms moved like wings as he made jumps and landed so softly. Its like snow falling through the sky, slow, steady, and when it hits the floor, silent. The white haired boy smiled and twirled, jumped and twirled. Why did he come?
There's a boy, he has hair blacker than night and eyes to pierce a soul, his skin a dark colour like caramal. His touches not steady and sweet but rough. Residing in a ruggid area for hours on end, one day he peeked out to see the most mejestic looking creature skipping down the grassy trail. He wore black ripped clothes and his eyes were a harsh blood red. He had rotten intentions but when he heard bells, he'd know that pure entity would come by. He'd watch the milky skin, white hair, large innocent blue eyes and pink plump lips. He'd saw the boy stop for a meer second one day than come back the next and he followed, silent and stealthy. He peeked from beind a large evergreen. When he watched he'd see wings glow around his arms, white feathers would sprinkle like snow around him. He bit his lip.
The white entity knew of his single being audience and bowed before walking off. Yet the boy hadn't returned the next day nor a week later he hasn't known just a simple song sent light into the heart of the other boy. Giving him hope and reason to leave his rugged cave. He ran and followed the white being, catching and twirling it around.
"what is your name?" He asked ever so softly, a hand on his upper back and another behind his head as he pressed against him. "Kyungsoo" he name dripped off his tongue like fresh spring water and the black being glowed "you?" He asked the man with midnight hair and red piercing eyes.
He looked deep into the sparkling blue eyes "Jongin" he whispered and the name was like poison on the tip of his tongue. The white boy gasped as he felt the dark boy move swiftly around him until the feeling of his hot wet muscle collided with his pale collar bones. "Mm, tastes sweet" he whispered and nipped at it like a yummy desert. The swan boy gasped and felt his legs wobble, hands with black nails scraping over his bare tummy "hmm ah!" His gasps were like music to the wolf, this wolf was hungry and to consume such a gorgeous creature was causing him to stiffen in his southern region. He grinded the swan boys ass and groped it. Moans helplessly leaving the small boy. His hands reached down and he touched himself, slowly becoming filthy and impure, Jongin eating him away. His large eyes fluttered close and his jaw hung open, his head lulled back and his hips moved weakly. "Touch me more" he whispered.
He dragged the light to the dark and made him love it. Their lips molding and hot sweaty bodies colliding, the white being clawed at his back for him to finish him off. "Eat up me, Mr.Big Bad Wolf" filthy words had never been uttered and in seconds as a final bite was taken, his hair splurged black, blue eyes coated in red and Jongin swore he'd never seen a more beautiful black swan.
