"We are born of the black and to the black we shall return." "Set me alight and I will add grey between us. We will bridge through and rekindle." ---- Never held. Never illuminated. Never shadowed. Was smoldering fire enough to light the black? This is a story of tragedy, of intimate romance, of gossamer beauty and a strange world with its even stranger King - and above all, Black. Warning: I wrote this when I was still a naive girl so I'm sorry for any cringey lines. I will fix them once it is finished. WARNING** Profanities and mature content. Check it out tho, maybe dark Jeongguk will pop out to pop your lights.
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