"I want to know why he chose fire when he could've had honey. I want to know why the devil defied God." ࿏♖ 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗 ♖࿏
✒ Graphic Depictions of Violence
✒ Mature Language
✒ Sexual Content
✒ Mental Health, Self-Harm, Suicide, Homicide, Murder...
I peel my eyes open to an unfamiliar room. It's perfectly sleek and modern, clean and sophisticated. It isn't archaic or suffocating, there are soft beiges and no deep blues or emerald greens and then there's a pair of eyes in front of me. Beautifully brown. Chocolate brown and filled with amusement and mischief and lies and strength. I stare at them for too long to be considered normal.
"Good morning," An all too familiar voice whispers, and then the gaze withdraws, the heat withdraws, the fascination withdraws.
"Mr. Kim?" My heart is beating embarrassingly loud in my chest. I'm sure I look like a mess, I'm sure my clothes are messy and my breath smells stale and of alcohol. A disaster. That is what has occurred. A disaster. An absolute, utter, disgusting disaster.
"You need not concern yourself with formalities Mirabelle, I'm sure we're quite past that," Glancing over at the man I'm stunned at his tone and the meek smirk that has pulled up on his ruggedly handsome face. What does he mean by what he said?
Being too ashamed to probe further, I rise from the bed, covered in sweat, feeling hot and flushed in clothes that are most definitely not my own. "Taehyung." I state as a matter of factly, making sure to drop formalities and making sure to mask my embarrassment. "Why am I here?" The question is direct and easy to answer.
