Pretty when we burn?

Pretty When we Burn?

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Pinned beneath him, Jungkook didn't flinch when the cold blade touched his throat.

"Answer me-before this knife enters your skin." Taehyung's eyes burned with danger.

But instead of fear, Jungkook leaned closer, lips brushing the edge.
"Hyung... you're handsome."

Taehyung's growl was venom.
"You're insane, little boy."

Jungkook only smirked, pressing the knife to his own lips until blood bloomed.
"No... I'm yours."

The blade fell away. Instead of death, Tae crushed his lips against Jungkook's, a kiss of blood, hatred, and ruin.

"It's unhealthy-" he hissed.
"If it's not unhealthy... then it's not ours."

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And that was how it began-
A boy who searched for monsters,
and a man who was born one.

Their story was never meant to heal.
It was meant to bleed-
beautifully, recklessly, endlessly.

Because in Taehyung's hands, love was a weapon.
And in Jungkook's heart, destruction was art.

No prayers, no promises, only ruin dressed in silk.
A kiss sharp as a blade,
a devotion carved in red.

Pretty wasn't safety.
Pretty was fire, obsession, sin.
And Jungkook had already chosen to burn in it.

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