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Toxic Infection by _blue_zztupurr_
Toxic Infection
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A small cut on his wrist. Beomgyu didn't spare it much thought at first. But then the infection bloomed on his skin, the blueish veins of his forearm slowly poisoning into a darker shade. He was thrown off at first, until he discovered that he wasn't the sole one amongst his known ones who was experiencing this unknown disease. While he was looking for the cure to his physical infection, clueless and oblivious little Beomgyu never noticed when another infection, far more dangerous than the visible one, layered the surface of the entrance of his closed heart, knocking persistently to be taken in and reign in.
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𝐏 𝐄 𝐑 𝐅 𝐈 𝐃 𝐘 - πšˆπ™΄π™Ύπ™½π™Άπšˆπš„ by _blue_zztupurr_
𝐏 𝐄 𝐑 𝐅 𝐈 𝐃 𝐘 - πšˆπ™΄π™Ύπ™½π™Άπšˆπš„
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"And what do we say when we want something?" That smirk of Yeonjun. That goddamn fucking smirk, Ben hated it. "Rip me apart, please. Have your way with me, Dan." He still murmured with laboured breath, pressing his body against Yeonjun's. - - - β€ΏΜ©Ν™βŠ±ΰΌ’οΈŽΰΌ»β™± - - > Started: 01/05/2025 Status: (Ongoing) Completed: [To be decided] < - - β™±ΰΌΊΰΌ’οΈŽβŠ°β€ΏΜ©Ν™
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π’Ÿβ„―Μπ’Ώπ’ΆΜ€ π’±π“Š by _blue_zztupurr_
π’Ÿβ„―Μπ’Ώπ’ΆΜ€ π’±π“Š
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A world where time 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠, where memories 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑑 into reality, and where every step forward feels like π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘π‘–π‘›π‘” the old wounds curved deep into ones pain-tinted soul, π˜Ύπ™π™€π™ž π™”π™šπ™€π™£π™Ÿπ™ͺ𝙣 stands in the middle of it all. He 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 a life that is not quite β„Žπ‘–π‘ , a π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’ that slips through the cracks on his fingers, and a π‘“π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’ that feels π‘’π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘™π‘¦ π‘“π‘Žπ‘šπ‘–π‘™π‘–π‘Žπ‘Ÿ. The night air is π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘π‘˜ with 𝑖𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠. Soft glow of the city light buzzing overhead, casting shadows as he strolls through the empty streets. The phone buried deep in his pocket vibrates, but he doesn't check, that π‘‘π‘œπ‘’π‘ π‘›'𝑑 π‘šπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ. Nothing changes. The same 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑑-𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 π‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘‘π‘ . The same shuffles of his sneakers against the pavement. The same lingering sense of "π·π‘’Μπ‘—π‘ŽΜ€ 𝑉𝑒". Even in his dreams, Yeonjun sees β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ. Her face blurred against his dreamy vision yet π‘™π‘’π‘šπ‘–π‘œπ‘’π‘ , as if an π‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘’π‘™ that had fallen down to earth from the β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘£π‘’π‘›. She was π‘’π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘™. It was almost as if π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘“π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘šπ‘Žπ‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘‘ itself had blessed her with its π‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘β„Žπ‘–π‘ π‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘šπ‘ . He remembers nothing except the π‘’π‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘”β„Žπ‘œπ‘ π‘‘ of those soft lips pressed against his own, the sweet flavor his soul π‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’π‘  for. "π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’'π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘™π‘–π‘˜π‘’ π‘‘π‘’Μπ‘—π‘ŽΜ€ 𝑣𝑒..." "𝐼 π‘Žπ‘š π‘€β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘›π‘œπ‘€?!" ⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｑ β‹†ΰ­¨ΰ­§Λš : Μ—Μ€βž› Started: 25/03/2025 Status: [Ongoing] Completed: [To be decided] π”˜“π“‚ƒ ΰ£ͺΛ– Φ΄ΦΆΦΈ
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