Kim Sunoo burns with the light of suns, delicate as roses, deadly as nightshade, and Park Sunghoon lights himself ablaze a thousand times over before he learns to let go. 

"And I, stepping from this skin / Of old bandages, boredoms, old faces."

The flames flicker all around, besieging, every footstep an ember, every breath a plume. They burn eternal in his wake, a hellfire of roses, golden, crimson, eminent purple, until only the bones of bare, irrevocable truth remain. 

Kim Sunoo exists only to be Park Sunghoon's destruction. 

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night shade

by suncenzo on ao3