Fallen Angel ; Taehyung Jungkook; wc; measly 89

"Does it still hurt?" Jungkook asks, tentatively touching the burn marks where Taehyung's wings used to be.

Of course it doesn't, not physically, but still Taehyung winces. The memories of what seems like another lifetime claws at the walls of his mind, painful in its beauty and surrealism. His heart clenches, caged in the entity of his chest, now it only beats because it has to.

"There's a kind of wounds time doesn't heal," he says, melancholy coloring his words. Jungkook pretends he doesn't understand, it's better this way.