"you feel everything like it's yours. that's not empathy, that's hunger." jongseob is an empath. but not the kind you're thinking of. he feels what others feel, deeply, but instead of suffering because of it, it brings him pleasure. the deeper the pain, the sharper the pleasure: a masochist of emotion. so, as pain starts tasting like sugar and sorrow wraps around him like silk, jongseob begins to wonder if he was ever meant to be a healer at all. a soft gore, slow-burn descent into tenderness, horror, and the strange pleasure of unraveling. ✴︎ p1harmony fanfic, jongseob centric ✴︎ slowburn, romance/horror ✴︎ soft gore, psychological horror ✴︎ twisted softness, dark comfort ✴︎ only gets worse

his delicate skin was painted with glitter and blood, mixed. the smeared skin sparkling in the neon stage lights. he looked magnetic, otherworldly. i remember the look in his eyes as he turned to face me, saw me. a wild gleam, something raw and dangerous, like the thrill of a freshly uncovered secret. there was a certain glint, an intensity, as though he was consuming this moment. my gaze dropped on his palms, his fingers - soaked in dark red blood, dripping onto the floor between us. ☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩ • psycho-thriller, p1harmony ff • lowercase intended • mature contents, blood, murder🔞

as yurina meets jiung, they don't exchange many words. but there is so much between those lines. ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ • comfort p1harmony ff • mental health, soft love, suicidal thoughts/topics • lowercase intended