Marks on His Wrist
Description
"Humans are like flowers."
The wind played with his hair as heads were thrown back. His nails dug into the earth and dragged across its veins, digging the roots and weeds out one by one. With closed eyes, he picked out a stalk of flower within that pile of soil. A forget-me-not, so delicate and beguiling. Under the alluring light, all Jongdae saw was another flower. His fingers crept towards its azure petal and with a snap, petals fell off, slowly and painfully. Scattering them in the wind, as they rode to their undefined fate, disappearing forever. Losing his grip over its stem, falling to the ground in slow motion.
"They bloom, beautifies and then fade away."
Foreword
(a/n)
hello dear readers, this story was base from a one shot that I have written a while back (which i would be deleting soon, so it wouldn't spoil the upcoming story). in case you have yet to read the tags, this story contains suicide and forms of self harm. please refrain from reading if you are easily triggered or uncomfortable with it. some things you should take note of in this story is that. jongdae and jongin are brothers. and this is a krischen story (i just love uncommon shippings plus jongdae is so shippable). anyways i hope you enjoy reading this new story, please subscribe and drop a comment xx
p.s. just so you know the flowers in the poster are forget-me-not, beautiful aren't they
Credits
Proofreading by the lovely Babora (takowu)
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