yoongi didn't want pure love, he wanted a distraction. jungkook did just that.
his hair was a chocolate brown, which stood in sharp contrast with the dull, cream wall as he threw his head back in pleasure. his face was smooth and silky, which shimmered with sweat in the faint, flickering light.
his lips were pink and plump, which quickly turned to red as yoongi bit jungkook's bottom lip. his eyes were the same colour as his hair, a deep brown that shifted to black as they glimmered with desire. his fingernails were often painted purple, a royal colour that immediately drew yoongi's attention to jungkook in the first place.
jungkook's nails were purple, the same colour of the couch that he forced yoongi onto, a smirk playing on his face.
his nails were violet, the hue of the bruises that gradually spread across yoongi's body.
jungkook's nails were a deep mauve, the shade that inked his knuckles as he sunk them into yoongi's chest, making tears spring up into his eyes and left him struggling to breathe.
maybe purple just wasn't for him, yoongi thought, and fled into the arms of pink.
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colours {yoongi+bangtan}
Fanfictionin which yoongi ventures after the colours of the rainbow. note: trigger warning: implied abuse, suicide, death, etc. read at your own risk. lowercase letters intended. short chapters. COMPLETED.
