eleven pm was filled with lingering kisses, gentle intimacy, feather-light touches. a soft murmur of love talk, an endless train of love bites in places secret.

his lips upon her shoulder, faint breaths of fatigue filling the empty air. "you should go."

ignorance was viola's middle name, dismissing every instruction given to her.

she traced her slender fingers across the tattoos decorating his torso, quieting yoongi's slow breaths. "why are you so hesitant in me staying the night? we've done this several times already."

yoongi was lost, astray from the spectrum of sanity. skin upon skin, cheek upon shoulder; it was all foreign yet so  familiar to him.

"i don't want to keep doing this. this isn't right." he continued to brush his nose against her neck, a devil's soft curse on such poise.

his heart played tricks on him, a fool's game, allowing the words of his tongue to be quite the opposite the movements of his body. 

a total shipwreck of a brain, neither soul nor spirit could comprehend such thing. glitter struck eyes, yoongi froze his lips, ice king arriving, leaving cold snowflakes upon the ground.

“i want you gone by tomorrow morning.”

nothing but pure distance all so suddenly, seven seas separating, yoongi collected himself and his car keys, body outside before viola could find his heartstrings again.

yoongi was a total disarray of colours, a rainbow in an inferno, a beautiful mirage in hades’ underworld. he got what he wanted and now he would embark on his adieu.

dark skies and cold fingertips, yoongi sped off into a time warp of an angel’s breath, london’s streets alive with lights and life.

there was nothing more to say. he had given his dedication to the earth's desires, indulging in women that not only blackened his heart, but also his train of thoughts.

he had nothing to live for, nothing to pursue, a void life breaking with each kiss and passing second.

he was empty, like a ghost in the wind, caught by the breeze and doing nothing to save itself, for he knows no escape.

it had been a while since yoongi took a late night drive, being tight on money and a roamer of the land.

he took the time to pity himself, feeling every effect of london’s cloudy air. car whizzing through, he placed his hand upon his torso where viola once touched.

the tattoos, intricate on his skin, had great meaning and value. sentiments from his past time, dreams and ambitions, lost islands to explore, even nightmares he had when he was but a child.

he just hoped that viola had gone by now, and that she would leave behind his sweater she took from him. it wasn't the first time viola and yoongi had lay affectionately, although viola often bore one - sided fondness.

but she knew what she was entering into, for yoongi knew no commitment. too busy immersing himself in carnal bliss, senseless luxury.

and to yoongi, viola wasn't the only one he fulfilled. there was nothing to survive for, nothing to pursue. so why limit himself to one thrill?