“Jisung didn’t yearn for a sensible end. He wanted to introduce Minho to his friends and family. Wanted to show him off like a newlywed; the vestibule a threshold he’d never be carried over. No celebrations made of their spoken nuptials. It was an embarrassing crush, and a rush of desire. He was a man on fire; a pyre of limbs and lust. If Minho was an open mouth, gnashing and gnawing at the meat of the living world, Jisung was every tooth lining his gums. A fang, or a couple thousand, excited by the tearing fabric of reality and the inner workings of its appetite. Set ablaze by the scent of his own spilling blood.”

Ur insane I love this so much it’s indescribable. Please write a billion more words about them I’ll savour every one. 🌹