𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 » ijb + cyj

thirteen // drunk

"I think I need a drink,"

and the water turned to liquor.

toxic, burning through his veins, but it felt so good.

vodka and fire, dancing on the tip of his tongue.

he felt warmth in the swirling pits of his devilish gaze.

heart set alight by the of flames of the fireball in his shot glass, one drink turned to four.

four drinks turned to eight.

and eight drinks turned to eighteen kisses as they stumbled up the stairs and down the corridor to the bedroom.

and the harshness of his kisses against naked skin had never made him feel alive like this.

and "dancing with the devil will only get you burned, choi youngjae,"

but if dancing with the devil felt this good, youngjae would gladly let his entire being burn.