I had a bad habit i ache for things which are bad for me, which destroys me in the end, and as much as I know she's my fucking walking talking death, and yet still i wanted to indulge her in, eat her all and make her flow through my viens with every...
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•♪Kᴇʟʜᴀɴɪ - (ɢᴀɴɢsᴛᴀsʟᴏᴡᴇᴅᴅᴏᴡɴ)
His eyes burn, the murder and darkness dances through them, he stands in front of the glass wall, his one strong arm rests over it, his muscles tight revealing the veins all over his whole arm, his gaze sharp as he takes the cigrett to his mouth, sucking his inner cheeks taking a deep breath in, to let the acrid smell of burning embers, pungent odor of wood burning, cloying smog enter his lungs and make him calm which he doesn't seem to get any longer
His senses not in his control as he keep fisting on the glass wall tight, a little more and it can break through pieces by the force he's been applying, trying to take control over his blown up senses as he breath out a heavy breath clenching his jaw hard and trying to hold himself back from doing something really awful at the thought of anyone else being near her, and she just left the city to marry someone and even if she do, he's most likely to kill the man send his soul to hell and then wife her up just to keep her to himself.
With his aching soul, the rage building inside him, making the scar on his left eye to itch slightly with the force he apply while every man behind him watch his every move, his sleeves rolled up while his lips slightly parted to breath out the smoke the glass and view infront of him gets blur every single time the smog touch the glass, his burning dark gaze rip through every single creature he sees through it
Each second passes making him eager to go down himself and hunt her all alone then never let her leave, knowing there's no way he's leaving her like this, he'll always follow her, wherever she go, he'll always haunt her, just like she did since the first day he saw her, no matter if she choose to go to death, he'll follow her there too no question asked, he'll follow her until she beg to be freed, he'll haunt her body heart mind and soul all in once she'll never be able to get rid of it
Either she wants him even more, or else she'll wish for her death to come and take her to be freed of this torment, but little did she know, he'll always follow her even if it's mean to be siz feet deep in their graves, until her soul aches to be freed
He will never stop haunting her since she started the war, he's willing to continue it so long there will be no end of this.
"Sir we get it it's nearby. Our neighborhood, the city where very less people live, there's just this church" he heard his man saying making every one glance at taehyung's back as he takes a deep breath in with the cigrett placed in between his lips, his jaw moves and his eyes darkness before he pulls out and clenching through his teeths, he turn himself to face him
Marching towards the same direction to hold the tab from his hand, just to see the location she's in, his eyes burn as he breaths out before handing it back to him and his eyes burn before he says something with his most darkest cold voice making every single person in his room to gulp hard "keep tracking" he ordered and turn around to grab his coat, his body aches as he slips his arms through it and everyone else get up.
