1. INTRO: Boy Meets Evil
From now on, the boy's path is set.
The light in my future is getting darker.
It was warm. It was cold. Outside was dark. In the room was bright.
Regardless of how the world was, he felt empty. He knew what was to come. The weight on him whispered right before his ears. The breath exhaled filled his whole nerve and soul. It was nice. It was tempting. It was evil.
Warmth hit his lips. Despite it being heated, in the back of his head, his conscience sensed coldness. The brown-haired man ignored it, blinding himself, leaning to his outer senses. He held tight the shorter, dominating man above him. His mind tricked him into tasting sweetness.
Because of an immature love, I lost my path of dream.
He gulped once. His awareness was still lingering on the tip of his brunette hair. He was still sane. Half-consciously, he knew he was destructing himself.
I sharpened my knife of poisonous ambition everyday.
His ear felt ticklish by warmth and wetness. The feeling went down near to his nape, to his shoulder, and ended on his collarbone. Then, he forgot his identity. He forgot his capability. He forgot his purpose.
He pushed his head to the back, eyes shut from cruel world outside.
But due to unbearable greed, the knife has gotten dull.
"Hobi?"
That was it. The voice of the other man made him forget how to breathe.
I know it all. Love is another name of devil, don't hold its hand.
I screamed, betraying my conscience.
Yet, drown by the sweetness of the deep voice, Hoseok lost most of his will to push the man away. The other man was very fond of calling him that, and it meant endless praises.
"Yoongi…," Hoseok's voice was weak, "hyung."
Yoongi caressed the younger's hair. Hoseok shivered in restlessness, feeling sedated and aroused at the same time. Weakening, his hands dropped from Yoongi's back to his sides. Yoongi took both of Hoseok's wrists, gripped them, and placed them beside the younger's neck.
The sharpness of reality that I feel as days go by.Ripped by reality, tinged red by blood.
Hoseok opened his eyes just to be unable to see the other man's face. It was dark. The light swaying from his window got him snapped for a while. Reality was calling for him, but it was a murmur to his ears. He was too powerless to answer. Too drown deep to be awake.
I didn't think greed would be a horn calling forth hell.
As reality snapped the center of his head, he thought his chest was torn invisibly. But the lips tracing down his skin was like water healing his sufferings.
Breath.
"Breathe," Yoongi demanded softly, "while you can."
Just when Hoseok did as told, he felt coldness on his neck, and fire spreading through fingers pressing.
I am out of breath.
He nearly choked to it. Responding the increasing pressure, he was out of breath. He was drenched in sweat. His back, his hands, his hair, his nape, and now his whole neck. He was blown away.
Closing my eyes every night in a twisted reality.
The music box of tragedy plays.
Hoseok closed his eyes and was met with darkness. An unavoidable sensation embraced the back of his ear, damp and hot. It creeped to his jaw, left cheek, the top of his long nose, down to his chin. He moaned a scattered voice.
But to be forgiven for this sin, to forget it, I just can't give up.
Finally, it reached his lips. They were body to body, lips to lips. Yoongi knew well how to do this, and Hoseok felt cornered. His pain and stimulation were confused, leaving him feeling overwhelmed. His sight was hazy and his mind went dizzy.
As those lips were just too sweet.
Hoseok lost his sanity. He was drown in euphoria and high on lust. It was sweet. He hated it. He loved it.
Hands trembling, Hoseok reached Yoongi's nape. He buried his claws there. Between the tight embraces, the aggresive bites, the mad lust, and the choked breath, Hoseok just couldn't help it.
My future was abandoned for the love for you.
"I … love you…, hyung."
When I woke up, mines were everywhere.
Untouchable cold gazes that I can't bear.
Suddenly, Hoseok shed down tears.
I cry for miracle in this reality.
His conscience couldn't give him a lie.
I was crazily infatuated with you.
I was a fool addicted to your sweetness.
Despite what Hoseok said, Yoongi tightened his grip and deepen his kissing. Smacking every inches until it tasted like nothing.
Yeah, a fool.
Yoongi went crazy.
I didn't want to let go the touch of the devil.
And Hoseok did too.
Too bad, but it's too sweet.
Since it all was sweet. Since Yoongi was Suga. Since Hoseok let himself fall. Since temptations were irresistible. Since Yoongi was irresistible. For those all, this happened.
It's too sweet, it's too sweet.
Hoseok was out of his breath. He had no thoughts. His body went listless. His hands fell down. His whole body stopped straining.
It's too evil.
As his sight went darker, consciousness fading away, he felt his heart twitch.
Yeah, it's evil.