Even angels have their evil schemes.

Yoongi watches anxiously as Namjoon pulls back the leg of his boxer shorts, running his left hand over the soft flesh of his inner thigh while a blade in his right caresses the top. He takes a deep breath as he draws the blade deeper into his skin, blood beginning to pool on both sides of his leg; the redness of it all enrapturing Yoongi. Namjoon heaves a shaky sigh as he cuts three more lines. The angel can’t feel the pain Namjoon is going through at the moment but as the wounds fade into scars that bleed and seep onto Yoongi’s celestial being; that’s when he’ll feel the pain. When he’ll be closer to the boy he’d gladly give up his halo for.