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Jeongguk’s POV:
Every lover, writer, and poet talks about their loved ones.
How they spend their days with each other.
How they love each other immensely.
How they want to live with each other forever.
How they praise each other.
And here I am.
I killed my love.
I never praised him.
I never told him, how much I love him.
I want to hug him.
Cuddle him.
Kiss him.
I want to tell him how much I crave for him.
I want to scream to the world that—
He's mine and I'm his.
I love you.
I love you, Tae.
I really, really love you.
But—
I killed him with my own hands. This is not what I want, but this is my fate. I love him with a kind of love that destroys and heals at the same time.
Jeongguk groaned loudly, holding Taehyung in his arms, who was laying lifelessly. He looked at his neck; it was marked with blood dripping from there.
He leaned down and held Taehyung's face, pressing his lips to Taehyung’s soft ones. He gently sucked on Taehyung’s lower lip, feeling his body growing cold, which tore at his heart.
Tears rolled from his eyes, but he continued to kiss Taehyung. He knew Taehyung was gone, but his mind couldn’t accept that.
"Tae, please," he whispered between kisses, feeling salty tears mix with the kiss. "I need you." Warm tears flowed from his eyes, but he cared little at that moment.
