ISSUES .

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Desire and hopelessness, contradictions yet they mix together so well. If our greatest desire is death, then willingness eventually takes place to fulfill our aspirations. Willingness to undertake whatever in order to achieve our ambitions. Yet once all of our greatest efforts in the end do not succeed, hopelessness eventually builds up in our soul. Faith departing our spirit, creating empty spaces, leading to complete forlornness and discouragement.

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The night seemed infinite, as if though there was a nonexistent limit. Howling sounds lingered throughout the violent air, knocking over whatever blocked its journey. The blazing neon lights of the restless nightlife were hazy yet visible due to the ink-colored sky. The contrast of the colors, vibrant and dark, resembled a piece of artwork. Both corners of his mouth scarcely curled up in amusement and effortlessness. His greatest desire was to escape; escape the world in which he no longer desired to be a part of. The reason for his existence was nonexistent itself; or so he thought. Although he was yet again in the midst of an existential crisis, he had absolutely no hesitation to admire the sight that lay in front of him. He at least had to enjoy the last moments of his forlorn life. Heavy winds brushed strongly against the raw carvings on his snowy-white skin. Hisses of pain escaped his chapped lips and filled the silence as the male flinched, causing more of the crimson-colored substance to ooze out of the newly-made slits. However, the pain felt on his wrists was numb and incomparable to the abundant pain of his aching heart.

There is no hope to continue on my journey, I have no ambition whatsoever. For I'd rather die than live without a passion.

That was the only quote that flashed through Jeongguk's mind. A quote in which he had lived up to. He strongly agreed and believed this statement, to the extent where he wanted to end his own life because he, in fact, had no passion. He placed his aching head on the rim of the blood-stained bathtub that he was currently positioned in. A sudden lazy smirk washed over his exhausted face before he began to release an emotionless laugh. It was quite hysterical, in fact. If someone were to waltz in the room, they would immediately mistaken him for a psychopath.

The deep shades of red swirled together with the crystal-clear water resembling a watercolor painting. The male swiftly brought his hand to the surface of the water, gliding his hand gracefully creating water ripples, starting from the core eventually traveling outwards towards the edge of the overflowing bathtub. A lazy smirk crept up on his face, his weary eyes were beginning to blur as he felt his isolated spirit depart his corpse slowly. The thought of finally dying brought nothing but genuine happiness to the male, after his many failed attempts of doing so.

However, just as his heavy eyelids were at the very point of eternally sealing, a sudden warmth reached his chapped lips. The warmness eventually spread rapidly from his lips to the very end of his fingertips. Jeongguk's eyes shot open in surprise, only for his dark orbs to be met with another's. Despite the abrupt action, he simply remained in the exact same position, enjoying the comfort that he was experiencing whilst being with this strange male. Yes, male. Unfortunately for Jeongguk, the person pulled away slightly from the kiss and began giggling.

"Did you like it?"

"Y-yes. Please, don't stop."

"As you wish. As long as you are happy, then I shall be too."

With that, the other male kneeled down beside the crimson-colored tub and leaned his head in slowly. Unexpectedly, he halted as soon as the tip of their noses brushed against each other. This caused Jeongguk to furrow his bushy eyebrows a bit, questioning the other male's actions.

"Why are you injured?"

"I..."

"Please answer me. I'm only curious."

"I... I slit my wrists w-with a blade."

"Why? Why was it necessary to hurt yourself like this?"

"Please, don't make me explain myself. There's too much explaining to do. It's complicated."

And with that, the other male remained silent, only gazing at the harmed boy. Jeongguk scanned the other carefully, noticing how lanky and fragile-looking his physique was. There were dark circles underneath his wide doe eyes. Beautiful silver hair bounced lightly over his forehead every time he spoke. Black chipped nail polish on his delicate and long fingernails. Despite all this, the other's beauty was ethereal, or god-like.

"What is your name?"

"Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. And yours?"

"Jeon Jeongguk."

"Why, what a beautiful name."

Jeongguk simply blushed at the statement, and almost immediately he gently pulled in Taehyung for a kiss. The kiss was long and passionate, as if they have known each other for years. Both lips were in sync with each other, fitting together like puzzle-pieces. Taehyung fell immediately under the kiss, as if he were under a trance of some sort, tugging on Jungkook's soaked shirt for support. Jeongguk, however, cradled the older's head and snaked his free arm around the other's slim waist. This action left a long trail of thick blood across the back of Taehyung's shirt, but he didn't mind whatsoever. He's seen far worse. They both remained in their position, genuinely enjoying each other's company and warmth. At that very moment, both men found their happiness and satisfaction that they were continuously longing for.