ゴールド / PART TEN
and here was yoongi now, in the bathroom, blade in hand, skin peppered with fresh black lines and red scores. but its's not enough, it's never enough.
he lifts the blade just above his bone, and almost reverently brings it in close. one long swift line downwards, then upwards, and a diagonal shift here. repeat again. it bites in deeply and yoongi relishes in the claws. the snakes are let loose. the fire extinguished. the ice thawed.
done, he sways.
yoongi feels weak, too weak to even hold onto the blade. he let the strength in his wrist fade and the bladec latters to the floor, red at the tips, smearing on the tile. he staggers forward half a step and his hands find their way on the mirror, sliding and wiping away the steam.
he stares at his reflection with a half wondrous smile plastered on his lips.
it's beautiful. a butterfly as red as crimson, cut and drawn all the way up his arms, and the final flourish etched on his chest.
he traces its outline in the mirror and watches as the fog slowly creeps back in, swallowing away his image and erasing it to a faint ghostly smear. his fingers run over and over the reflection again again so that his body is mist but the butterfly stands out starkly.
his mouth twitches as he watches the two images overlap, the one in the mirror and the one on his chest.
there's a smile on yoongi's face, drugged and beatific, and the next think he knows he is on the floor and the fog creeps in until the world is nothing but a dizzy whiteness and a red smiling smear.
unedited oops + sorry for the lack of yoonmin its coming soon
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butterflies.
Fanfictionwith every failure, yoongi glides the blade deeper. ⓒ dadguk [ previously @yoonginaps ] • yoonmin •
