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victor and yoongi. the combination itself is rather peculiar, and definitely clashing to some extent. the similarities were unreal, yet there are such difference contrasting their own actions that would leave them both confused, brows knotted tightly together because everything that they have done together is a taboo itself that victor dared not to speak of, hiding the very factor that he might just like yoongi a tad more than any other fellow humans in this overpopulated world. sarcasm, narcissistic comments slowly becoming a front, a facade for victor to continue living how he always should be — ill mannered and sharp. denying the very truth that the older has already caught onto everything just like a god of death chasing for it’s prey, hunting them down only to throw them into the merciless shades of red. now that he has accustomed to yoongi’s arms, warmth engulfing him tight within good nights of sleeps, the cockiness within him still dares to increase yet ended just 0.5cm below the red line, because yoongi’s wrath is the very thing that concludes victor’s greatest fear. (not that he’d admit it out loud, god, that’d be so fucking embarrassing.) and it’s partly because of that that the younger boy slowly starting to know the route to the older’s place like his own, and could he really blamed himself for being like this? instead, he pushed it all to yoongi — without him even knowing of course — for intoxicating the vibrant red clouds of his mind into deep shades of grey. was it addiction, or was it something else completely different? victor never knew the answer, nor trying to dig for clues — that’d be digging his own grave. if anything, he refuses to die young.

“hey, what if i’m not a real person?” hah, great imagination victor. way to go, what are you, a fucking vampire? “what if let’s say, i’m the fragment of something deep within you, projecting visual analogs just to mess your brains up a little. wouldn’t that be fun? i mean, human mind is so interesting, isn’t it? it lets you believe what you want to believe, but refuses to believe the impossibles.”