Its quietly disturbing.
To see that painting.
Demons. Angels. Soldiers.
On everyone's throat. Taking a bath with blood. Guts aimlessly swaying on a discarded sword. Carts used at the war completely on fire, horses laid in a twisted angle.
Then came a hand on my eyes.
"Don't look at it Seokjin-ah," was what he said, "Look at my eyes, my eyes will tell you the truth,"
And he vanished and so was the painting. I hear a fire cackling from a distant and red.
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The Truth Untold (SOON)
FanfictionThe Truth Untold •TaeJin AU •DemonxHuman AU •Different Eras: Joseon Era, Post-war Era, and Modern Era
