rosebuds 🌹 pjm + kth

barberry

12:27 PM
GARDEN/WARZONE
YOU DON'T
FUCKING
TRUST ME?

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DOUBT. soup red blotches of thick round molds of poison glittered on the ends of taehyung's sharp leaves, sawed like a batch of seaweed drying coherently with the eerie shadows bubbling like aluminium of the blanket draped of cornsilk, woven into taehyung's radished fingertips were the itch to cake jimin with the fertilizer clumped underneath him, smelling of olden vietnam and camoflauge skinned boots. beneath jimin's downcast gaze peering underneath the cement only to reveal cracked petals diluted of a sea salt ridden epiphany, he found anger drifitng in the wind like a fresh nectar disposed from the honey bees.

jimin grimaced at the lunar new year singsongs woven into taehyung's fingertips, the amaranth and gold letters delicate like a dragon's sword; at last, they met, leaves plucked at the edges and jimin stopped himself from pulling at the ridges because taehyung is weak and everybody knows it, the snowfall halts at the fingers threaded into his hair at night; he knows, he knows.

breeze softened taehyung's words, pelted and molded like nutcrackers and silver swords chopped out of bark and treesum.

"our love is something. . . beautiful between us right? then why do you cheat on me?"

an oblivious smile danced on jimin's lips; he sucked on taehyung's like they were honeysuckle. he made taehyung unravel and rewind like a vhs casette tape, dripping tongue basalt and igneous, fire on his face, blanketed by the flesh of his chubby cheeks and soft lips cut of cyclamen and anger tucked inside of his gums like a gun. in his ears, he whispered subtlely with a hint of mint traveling up his leaf axil.

"you don't fucking trust me?"

taehyung swallowed as if he were swallowing the ocean of syrup dispensing in jimin's eyes.

"i don't know if i should, stranger. your lips have gone blue. they used to be in touch with the tinge of a rose when i kissed them."

jimin pecked taehyung's cheek with a kiss, one formed from the palm of his hand. stinging buzzed throughout taehyung's leaves, leaving him reddened like the cherry red poison creasing his spikes. the morning poured in a sky blue and jimin turned one with it, his emotions disappeared into a foggy lilac against the atmosphere. taehyung held his cheek, peering up into the eyes of a god.

"if you want my lips to be that of a rose, my love, then wait for me to collect all of the flowers that i can. to be pretty. to make them know we're in love and it's prettier than their petals will ever be."

plains melted.

"stranger, you're already pretty."

a kiss echoed like a bird's song. taehyung let himself get washed away in jimin's warm fingers. ecstasy. . .basking in this torture was an indescribable hobby, he knew now, peering into the snowfall of lavender and mint in jimin's eyes. impure.