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He closed his eyes, listening to the soft inhale and exhales of the man in front of him.

It was music to Beomgyus ears. He didn’t care if it was fake, he could pretend, just for this moment, that June never happened. 

He could pretend that it happened naturally. That the Taehyun who was warm, alive, who had a life, was finally letting himself be touched.

He could pretend that ...

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Beomgyus' head was buzzing at his gentle hands, it hurt too much. More than his punches or harsh touches.

It hurt because it felt like love, rather than violence.

It hurt because it was all he ever wanted.

To be loved.

To be hurt.

To be cut open and wounds kissed gently.

To be cradled with arms of thorns.

It hurt because it was Taehyun,

who was all he ever wanted....