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muse: a person, or an imaginary being or force that gives someone ideas and helps them to write, paint, or make music.
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The paintbrush is poised above skin, ready to continue its work, but Seonghwa finds that he's suddenly in far too deep.
Now, the man beneath him has become the artist, coloring Seonghwa's world in vivid shades of passion.
His trembling hand lets go, brush clattering to the floor, splattering paint.
"Hongjoong, I want you," he whispers, voice low.
Hongjoong stares back at him with a peculiar expression.
"I already agreed to let you paint me."
"No," Seonghwa rasps out, shaking.
"Hongjoong, I want you."
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↱THIS STORY WILL INCLUDE↲
⇾slow burn⇽
⇾smut⇽
⇾angst⇽
⇾temptation⇽
⇾internalized homophobia⇽
⇾self acceptance⇽
⇾love/hate⇽
⇾alcoholism⇽
⇾first time⇽
⇾implied sexual assault⇽
⇾a few characters are strippers!!⇽
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"there is no place for grief in a house which serves the muse."
- sappho
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coming January 25th
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i tried extremely hard to tag any potential warnings.
PLEASE.
if something comes up that should have been warned ahead of time, comment on the chapter it occurs in and i will 100% add it to this list.
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↱MUSE↲ ⇾seongjoong⇽
FanfictionHaunted by strange dreams, Hongjoong begins to question the blurry line between right and wrong. Seonghwa has the perfect life, but yearns for a muse other than his provocative boyfriend. Unfortunately, these troubled men find each other before th...
