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"it’s exhilarating how easily seokjin submits to him. taehyung feels wanted, needed, having someone like seokjin – kind, beautiful seokjin who's one of the strongest, most independent people he knows – trust him with this, and it's wonderful."
It says a lot about how lazy Seokjin and Yoongi both are as people that they keep being friends after they break up. Not the way friends is usually meant between exes, either-- there’s nothing frosty or forced about the way Yoongi sits on Seokjin for rearranging his computer shit when he’s out, or how Seokjin plants his foot in Yoongi’s ass every time he tries to play dead instead of doing the dishes when he comes over.
"That's not normal," Namjoon says, watching Yoongi on the phone with Seokjin's mom.
Seokjin munches on a cookie and ignores him. What does Namjoon know about normal, anyway.
Seokjin has forgotten what home means; fortunately, Taehyung is there to remind him.
“Don’t do this, baby,” Seokjin whispers. One of his hands, bloody knuckles and shaky, comes up to brush Taehyung’s bangs out of his face. Taehyung’s eyes close against his will. “I still love you. Even after everything, even after V.”
Taehyung stutters on the inhale. “Well,” he breathes, raising the knife, “I don’t love you. I don’t even love me.” He brings the knife down into Seokjin’s chest before he can think any more about it.
Angels aren't allowed to love, no matter the circumstances.