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Gucci. Molded, balanced, and fanciful. A model held a breeze in his feather infused lungs, for it was his earliest tiptoe in the nymph’s isles. He vanished, diminished under the oceanic moonlight. His smile glistened as he sensed glitter flowing through the links of his Rolex and out the sleeves of his blazer. Aura traveling, twirling along the ceiling of the Palazzo Pitti, juicing up the chandeliers and transparentizing all colors of the royal renaissance murals that drown out any emotion besides adoration, devotion, and awe. Pearls pasted on nails, gold melted in skin, and diamonds carved in eyes.

Everybody wanted him.

He was…the infatuation, the alchemist, every being’s fantasy trains’ destination. The melodic visible and invisible wanted a relationship with him. Divine angels and ruby tinted incubi whispered their everlasting wishes and harmonies into his water-filled ears. Some even trailed rose flavored kisses along his neck, trying to convince him that their heartbeat counted on and on just for him. The consciousness of humans were clouded, glazed, blinking to he who spoke out as bright as a spotlight. Struggling to solve the rubix, to portray the folds and overlaps of his kaleidoscope intellect, opening his lips he whispered, “cadere più a fondo.” Down, down, down they fell to him. Kim Taehyung. The young man with a delicate face that’ll divest any cloth, from coarse chiffon to a flickering silk. An airy fabric that could so easily let gravity work on it at the wink of his eye. A king that proves each step of his has an equal and opposite caused relation to your body language. You lean in closer. You’ll see him opaquely, like lights in the sky, whether it’s in the future or in your next life.

You can try to forget for eternity.

He’ll make sure you never repress him.

-"Kim Taehyung for Gucci" by Elly

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