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Jaebum knew it was dangerous. He knew he would get hurt, but he couldn’t resist it. Maybe he was a bit of a masochist. Why else would he go after something that was most likely going to hurt him badly? Or maybe it was Yugyeom’s fault. Yugyeom was beautiful. His eyes, his lips, his smell, his everything. How could Jaebum resist him? He had Jaebum hooked. It was as if Yugyeom was a drug and Jaebum was an addict.
Yugyeom, Jaebum knew, was like a rose. Pretty, oh so pretty. But so dangerous. Going after him was like asking to hurt yourself. And yet, Jaebum couldn’t control his actions. Whenever Yugyeom was near him, his body acted on it’s own, and when he noticed he was already on the boy’s arms, at his mercy, waiting to be torn apart and destroyed. All Yugyeom had to do was touch Jaebum, and the elder’s body lit up, as if it was on fire. And when the other boy was finished with him, Jaebum was left bleeding, although not physically. And yet, he kept coming back. He kept fighting against the undefeatable thorns that surrounded Yugyeom.
It wasn’t Yugyeom’s fault, that he was like that. Not really. Roses need their thorns to bloom. Otherwise they get eaten, or trampled. Just plain destroyed. And Yugyeom was like the roses. He needed to be protected, or else the world would chew him and spit out a barely recognizable form, with little chance of full recovery. It’d happened before. Jaebum had never asked, no one ever asked. But everyone knew. It was clear in the way the boy moved, talked and behaved. It was obvious from the way he surrounded himself with pointy thorns that threatened to tear apart anything that came too close to him.
And the truth was that, despite that, Yugyeom was on Jaebum’s head all day, everyday. On his heart forever, constantly threatening to tear the older apart. And while most of the time, Jaebum knew that getting involved with Yugyeom was a mistake, when the younger was close to him, all rational thoughts abandoned him; all he could hear was his heart and body screaming at him, begging to touch the other boy, to take him and make him Jaebum’s.
Their love was red. Red like passion, red like blood. Red like the roses that resembled Yugyeom so much. Their love was a cycle, of getting closer, getting hurt and moving apart, before they were pulled back together. Because Jaebum was addicted, because Yugyeom was addictive.
And really, it hurt so bad, but Jaebum needed it to live. When they were together, Yugyeom’s thorns hurt Jaebum and made him bleed. But when they were apart, it was as if the thorns were twisting inside Jaebum, doing all they could to kill him, suffocate him. Jaebum couldn’t live without Yugyeom. And that’s why, at the end of the day, Jaebum always came back for more. Despite the thorns and the pain, Jaebum would always be there, waiting for Yugyeom to tear him apart.