might go to hell and there ain't no stopping, might be a sinner and i might be a saint, i'd like to be proud, but somehow i'm ashamed.
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for the hour they had been driving around in the car yoongi had stolen, their hands were wrapped around each others. fingers, tanned and pale, intertwined to strengthen the hold and palms flat against the other. jimin couldn't help but grow warm at the action, feeling as if the elder's hand was the only thing to hold his little douse of sanity intact.
soon enough they had found a motel as close as they could get to the music shop, yellow lights leading the way down to a bleak entrance. it looked sketchy, the type that jimin tended to steer well away from.
but jimin and yoongi felt more... normal, to be here.
after all, they had been living the royal life ever since they were born. now they were seventeen and nineteen, just looking for an ordinary and imperfect way to live.
yoongi collapsed in a plastic chair on the balcony, overlooking the yellow and orange sunset dancing along the horizon. the warm haze picked out lighter strands in the crown of midnight hair, cigarette creating an orange glow to set alight to the onyx irises.
"yoongi?" the elder looked up through tired eyes at the younger brunet, hand making its way into the beauty's own as said boy sat down in the chair opposite.
"yes baby?"
"why do you only ever use white lighters?" the question was odd but fair. yoongi had a rule and jimin had obviously noticed.
yoongi smirked as he held the cigarette between two fingers, eyes lingering on the tiny embers burning at the end of the white stick, before looking back at jimin.
"do you have any idea as to what white lighters resemble, jimin?"
"no...care to tell me?"
"they resemble bad luck, baby, and i'm practically living off it."
jimin looked at the man with confusion, noting how evil sparked in pupils and the smirk perfectly fitted on the rosy lips of the elder. yoongi felt jimin's hand start to sweat from nervousness, and took another drag of the cigarette.
he leaned forward and cupped the back of the younger's neck, plump lips so inviting but yoongi knew exactly how to make him whine. teasing.
the smoke spilled from yoongi's mouth but fell gracefully into jimin's, bottom lips ever so slightly pressed together as jimin gladly breathed in the second hand chemicals. a few coughs and splutters there and then afterwards, but yoongi knew how to reward him for it. and the brunet seemed to know too.
but before that could happen, yoongi whispered the deadly sentence.
"i made a deal with the devil and i soon became his favourite toy."
