pink is pretty; taekook

he came like a whisper
left like a dream
nothing to prove he had ever been.
but the tears in the other boy's eyes
and his trembling lips
are the witness of his first kiss,
his first love,
and his very first heartbreak.
nothing felt good after that,
never another flame that burns so hot.
And that's a good thing,
because if he burned that hot for too long,
he'd be nothing but ash.

a taekook fanfiction.

top! taehyung!
bottom! jungkook!