shades of grey color my soul, but yet you're overflowing in color.
TAGS: pt2 of love has its limits / hoseok & namjoon take a shower together / getting further insight into namjoon's thoughts and feelings / hoseok thinks that what he did was justified as their safety was at risk / hoseok is yandere so he will do heinous acts to keep namjoon safe
18+: nothing much happens besides some touching and groping / passionate kissing / mentions of violence and corruption
FORTUNE COOKIE: hoseok is a yandere who's delusional - he believes that his behaviour is justified and will do what's necessary to protect namjoon; however he may harm but he will not murder someone
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my love for you is few & far between — NAMSEOK
WHEN HOSEOK TELEPORTED THEM BACK HOME... it was quiet for a bit.
the house they lived in was pristine and silent, yet it held a warmth in it that pleased namjoon when he needed it the most.
now he just felt sick to his stomach; about what he had to witness, what hoseok did to those lackeys of changmin, what hoseok might do to changmin next because those minions of his just had to monologue like classic textbook villains.
if the man didn't put out a hit to kill them (or harm them, those lackeys can't specify it since they're probably swallowing their teeth right now), namjoon would have been slightly sympathetic.
but they made the star explode, and they should hope that they don't turn into ash.
the same ball of light was standing in their bedroom, hoseok's body was sluggish and the blaze in his eyes had started to dim. but yet he was unbuttoning his jacket buttons with purpose.
now to address a whole other issue.
he looked like he took a bath in blood, his suit, hands and face were coated in the red liquid. his shoes even did a squeak-like squelch with every move he made; namjoon had to hold back his bile.
a calm expression masked onto his face, which was mind boggling when you compare this same calmness to how he damn near slaughtered those men, the ones without powers were demolished and the few ones that did? he tried not to think about it.
a man with a suit as white as chalk that's now soaked in blood - maybe that's a metaphor for how much violence the so-called "light" of the many can cause when he so chooses.
