of Disastor
eeteuk/kangin, angst
from death til they part
a/n ._. mature theme. in no one's pov in general... ><
Look at them, pretending to be natural. Look at them, holding hands as if it feels good. That is Park Jungsu. He is not very tall, he is not very heavy, perhaps just the simple weight of a pure white feather of a dove or the petal of daffodil. They say he is an angel. Is he an angel? He smiles, he is bright, he has happiness. That is Kim Youngwoon. He is tall, he is strong in person, in definition, in character. He is everyone's friend, there is nothing bad to be said about him. He lives life, laughs the loudest, smiles with his eyes squinting with happiness like the most innocent of children, like the simple happiness of a peaceful newborn. Are they happiness? Somewhere between their lips is some kind of happiness unimagined. Watch them walk side by side. Watch Jungsu reach out to delicately touch Youngwoon's face. Watch Youngwoon smile softly down at him. Watch their happiness. Watch that sin, watch it. Watch it be beaten out of them. Watch the blood soak the pavement, deep scarlet of sin and wrong and imperfection, contamination. Did you think they could be together like that? Watch it all until his little angel wings rest immovable, as dead as the body they belong to. Watch it until his strong bones are broken into a million worthless fragments like sand, like gravel, like that shit he was made from. Can you see them? See them. See them die. See them. They are dead. Go to hell.
Look at them pretending to be natural look at them holding hands as if it feels good that is park jungsu he is not very tall he is not very heavy perhaps the simple weight of a pure white feather of a dove or the petal of a daffodil they say he is an angel is he an angel he smiles he is bright he has happiness that is kim youngwoon he is tall he is strong in person in definition in character he is everyones friend there is nothing bad to be said about him he lives life laughs the loudest smiles with his eyes squinting with the happiness like the most innocent of children like the simple happiness of a peaceful newborn are they happiness somewhere between their lips is some kind of happiness unimagined watch them walk side by side watch jungsu reach out to delicately touch youngwoons face watch youngwoon smile softly down at him watch their happiness watch that sin watch it watch it be beaten out of them watch the blood soak the pavement deep scarlet of sin and wrong and imperfection contamination did you think they could be together like that watch it all until his little angel wings rest immovable as dead as the body they belong to watch it until his strong bones are broken into a million worthless fragments like sand like gravel like that shit he was made from can you see them see them see them die see them they are dead go to hell
Lookatthempretendingtobenaturallookatthemholdinghandsasifitfeelsgoodthatisparkjungsuheisnotverytallh
eisnotveryheavyperhapsthesimpleweightofapurewhitefeatherofadoveorthepetalofadaffodiltheysayheisan
angelisheanangelhesmilesheisbrighthehashappinessthatiskimyoungwoonheistallheisstronginpersonindefinit
ionincharacterheiseveryonesfriendthereisnothingbadtobesaidabouthimheliveslifelaughstheloudestsmileswi
thiseyessquitningwithhappinesslikethemostinnocentofchildrenlikethesimplehappinessofapeacefulnewborna
retheyhappinesssomewherebetweentheirlipsissomekindofhappinessunimaginedwatchthemwalksidebysidew
atchjungsureachouttodelicatelytouchyounwoonsfacewatchyoungwoonsmilesoftlydownathimwatchtheirha
ppinesswatchthatsinwatchitwatchitbebeatenoutofthemwatchthebloodsoakthepavementdeepscarletofsin
andwrongandimperfectioncontaminationdidyouthinktheycouldbetogetherlikethatwatchitalluntilhislittleang
elwingsrestimmovableasdeadasthebodytheybelongtowatchituntilhisstrongbonesarebrokenintoamillionwort
hlessfragmentslikesandlikegravellikethatshithewasmadefromcanyouseethemseethemdieseethemtheyared
eadgotohell
s.
from death til they part
a/n ._. mature theme. in no one's pov in general... ><
Look at them, pretending to be natural. Look at them, holding hands as if it feels good. That is Park Jungsu. He is not very tall, he is not very heavy, perhaps just the simple weight of a pure white feather of a dove or the petal of daffodil. They say he is an angel. Is he an angel? He smiles, he is bright, he has happiness. That is Kim Youngwoon. He is tall, he is strong in person, in definition, in character. He is everyone's friend, there is nothing bad to be said about him. He lives life, laughs the loudest, smiles with his eyes squinting with happiness like the most innocent of children, like the simple happiness of a peaceful newborn. Are they happiness? Somewhere between their lips is some kind of happiness unimagined. Watch them walk side by side. Watch Jungsu reach out to delicately touch Youngwoon's face. Watch Youngwoon smile softly down at him. Watch their happiness. Watch that sin, watch it. Watch it be beaten out of them. Watch the blood soak the pavement, deep scarlet of sin and wrong and imperfection, contamination. Did you think they could be together like that? Watch it all until his little angel wings rest immovable, as dead as the body they belong to. Watch it until his strong bones are broken into a million worthless fragments like sand, like gravel, like that shit he was made from. Can you see them? See them. See them die. See them. They are dead. Go to hell.
Look at them pretending to be natural look at them holding hands as if it feels good that is park jungsu he is not very tall he is not very heavy perhaps the simple weight of a pure white feather of a dove or the petal of a daffodil they say he is an angel is he an angel he smiles he is bright he has happiness that is kim youngwoon he is tall he is strong in person in definition in character he is everyones friend there is nothing bad to be said about him he lives life laughs the loudest smiles with his eyes squinting with the happiness like the most innocent of children like the simple happiness of a peaceful newborn are they happiness somewhere between their lips is some kind of happiness unimagined watch them walk side by side watch jungsu reach out to delicately touch youngwoons face watch youngwoon smile softly down at him watch their happiness watch that sin watch it watch it be beaten out of them watch the blood soak the pavement deep scarlet of sin and wrong and imperfection contamination did you think they could be together like that watch it all until his little angel wings rest immovable as dead as the body they belong to watch it until his strong bones are broken into a million worthless fragments like sand like gravel like that shit he was made from can you see them see them see them die see them they are dead go to hell
Lookatthempretendingtobenaturallookatthemholdinghandsasifitfeelsgoodthatisparkjungsuheisnotverytallh
eisnotveryheavyperhapsthesimpleweightofapurewhitefeatherofadoveorthepetalofadaffodiltheysayheisan
angelisheanangelhesmilesheisbrighthehashappinessthatiskimyoungwoonheistallheisstronginpersonindefinit
ionincharacterheiseveryonesfriendthereisnothingbadtobesaidabouthimheliveslifelaughstheloudestsmileswi
thiseyessquitningwithhappinesslikethemostinnocentofchildrenlikethesimplehappinessofapeacefulnewborna
retheyhappinesssomewherebetweentheirlipsissomekindofhappinessunimaginedwatchthemwalksidebysidew
atchjungsureachouttodelicatelytouchyounwoonsfacewatchyoungwoonsmilesoftlydownathimwatchtheirha
ppinesswatchthatsinwatchitwatchitbebeatenoutofthemwatchthebloodsoakthepavementdeepscarletofsin
andwrongandimperfectioncontaminationdidyouthinktheycouldbetogetherlikethatwatchitalluntilhislittleang
elwingsrestimmovableasdeadasthebodytheybelongtowatchituntilhisstrongbonesarebrokenintoamillionwort
hlessfragmentslikesandlikegravellikethatshithewasmadefromcanyouseethemseethemdieseethemtheyared
eadgotohell
s.