A Distant Lament

06. The Liar...

The smoking of smoldered fire rises in the night sky. The words he speaks to his lover grow like thorns but beautiful like roses, the lies. The lies eat at his soul, tearing it apart with each bite. And those three words never seemed easy to say. The lies however spout like a fully sprung flower in spring, just as how icy cold the words truly feel. For the liar's lover knows the truth beneath the lies. For the lover has endured far enough from the deceiving it as if it was second nature to embrace the liar...that is the man he loves.

CHAPTER SIX
— the liar and the lover.

The true barbarity of a constant war divulged the sickening truth of the world Jin lives in. For the agonizing screams and bloodshed never ceased to conclude, for when he stared into the eyes of a lover and never looked back, it was real. Reality... is terribly real. And quite frightening. The reality sinks in to his ruler who wallows in the misery of his King. The King that hides behind a facade. Jin likes to deceive Jungkook into faking as if he has no idea of the sneaks to Namjoon's chamber. Nor the soft talks he shares with the King when Nadia is away.

His ruler, as kind and ruthless he can be. Can truly be stupidious and an act of weakness, in the raging war of the Kim Brothers.

The King orbs linger onto the siren who laughs in delight at his first mortal friend who carries such a sweet smile, it's sickeningly sweet almost baring its teeth with honey dripping from the fangs. Lord Namjoon descrys the longing look, Hoseok, his sun tends to blaze on his nectar skin when they're both in the room. Which results, his ruler and the Lord to leave it. Jin mediates at the actions sprung from feelings and almost chuckles in amusement, this is a raging war.

A war of the meant to be lovers.

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Shredded love, left in the back of one's heart chamber no longer up riding the lust they immerse into each other. With the pepper kisses that sting from the spice eats their mouths whole with starved hunger. The longing of wanting someone else to give the kisses that seem to feel so beautifully done by the lovers, by the King that owns them. They are not in love. They are not lovers. No, they are their lovers' aftermath, the pain that lingers yet it stands on two feet, has two pairs of eyes, and carries the iron organ that yearns to be ripped into two.

"More." He moans as the other carries his plump lips to lay sticky substances of fragmented love into shades of purples and blues.

"It's enough. Say it's enough." He whispers and the other that aches for more, just nods. The knowing look they share explains it, that is much easier to get enough than ask for more. Something they both are not wired to give.

The affectionate stares, the lust filling their lower abdomen till it explodes in the air, till the lust is fulfilled by the hues of bruises laying on their gullets.

"And I was right all along." A voice not invited into the misery of the lust party, scoffs as the "lovers" tangled in their own despair simply remain stagnant, their expressions drained and almost tiring.

They were at their limit with love. Sooner or later this war will end. And there will be bloodshed spreading like snowfall in the gelid winter. The scarlet liquid staining the purity of snowy white.

"Jin." His ruler whispers with a strained smile, as he freed himself from the jail that is Namjoon's arms.

His ruler, Jungkook has always been beautiful to him but the trails of darkness that lays beneath the orbs that no longer hide away the sapphire of crystals spoke many things but not once did it say, "You are the vision of death, and it's captivating."