Jungkook's love was an infection. It destroyed each and everything that it touched. Set in bone deep and rotted from the inside out.
Seokjin's love was a cure. Eased the burning ache, soothed the away the pain. Cleaned out the boiling pus and pieced the shattered beings back together.
They were locked in a constant battle. One always threatening to destroy the other. A never ending back and forth to see who would rise as the victor.
To see if they would break.
Or if they would heal.
And against all of the odds.
The cure had won.
