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Desire. Sin. Lust. They crawled through his mind like a self-inflicted curse, warping his thoughts, reshaping his body, staining whatever remained of his soul.
Jeon Jungguk had mastered the art of disdain. Everything that crossed his gaze was met with the same cold disgust. To him, humans were disposable - touched like rubbish and forgotten just as easily. And love? Love was nothing but a drunken haze, something that burned hot and died quickly, leaving no room for anything real inside him.
Park Jimin was everything Jungguk was not. Strength lived quietly beneath his delicate frame, a subtle power that revealed itself only in glimpses. He turned inward often, reaching for pieces of himself he hadn't yet learned to name, always craving a sense of purpose, a fullness no one had ever given him.
He longed to become something-someone-with a heart that beat fiercely enough to be felt inside and out. Jimin was softness wrapped in warm flesh, a soul scented in gentle vanilla and quiet yearning.