The Art of Being Undone // BTS

𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧.

Not to fall in love. Not to burn myself alive for someone else's attention. Not to let two very different boys turn me into someone I barely recognized.

𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣.

One of them found me at my worst - drunk, lost, and pretending to be fine - and made me feel like the center of his universe, even though I knew he'd never let me into his.

The other saw right through me from the start - hated me for it - and still couldn't stay away.

Between them, I became someone reckless. Someone real. Someone I didn't entirely recognize.

But you can only run from yourself for so long before it all catches up - the family you left behind, the mistakes you swore you'd never make, the boys who make you feel alive and destroy you in the same breath.

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮.

It's about obsession and undoing. About what happens when you stop pretending and start falling - too hard, for all the wrong reasons, in a city that doesn't forgive.

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚.