midnight is a wicked time for others, since it's nothing but dark games and demons lurking in shadows.
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"baby boy, as much as i'd like to show you off to the world, i simply can't."
jimin never knew words could hurt so much.
but of course yoongi didn't show signs of weakness for the younger, and let the smoke from his cigarette blow into his face to cover any cracks of emotion.
all he had asked was what they were.
and of course, his heart bled as the reality came crashing down like falling angels.
"i understand." jimin muttered as he pushed back honey locks, wanting nothing but to be in his bathroom again.
locked away with steel blades, a corrupt mind and the ceramic coffin called a bathtub.
"wait..." yoongi grabbed one of jimin's wrists, pulling him back as the cigarette fell to the damp pavement. dark cold eyes warmed as they met with saddened chocolate irises, plump lips trembling. "are you... okay?"
"i'm fine." lie one.
yoongi went to cup his cheek but jimin flinched away. the elder sighed, weaving and tugging slightly at his own tar black crown, the habit formed from a rise in concern.
"'fine'," yoongi scoffed. "i fucking hate that word. with a passion."
"well, believe it, because it's true. all i want is to be alone, okay?" lie two.
words he didn't even mean were tumbling from still bruised lips, a faint taste of nicotine on the flesh from the devil's smoked kisses.
"you didn't even let me say why—" yoongi looked up again.
