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before anything, I won't be continuing this. I don't think I can revive this. this is another one of my "I had a bomb idea and a lot of passion for writing this fic, but I wrote myself dry and abandoned ship" type of fics. actually, I totally forgot this existed until yesterday, but I still want to put it out there. I really can't even exp
summary; another one of those romanticized coming of age fics w/c; 5.2k inspired by; here by alessia cara this is another fic that I started awhile back, booming and ready to go, but now it's just been sitting and rotting in my computer. I've given up on it, but I feel that it should be shared anyways. essentially, jungkook is one of those "I'm sixteen and stressed out about high school and confused about my life so I'm gonna sneak into clubs, smoke weed, drink, and f
to but it simply, kyungsoo doesn't exist and jongin wants to die. this is a dramatic spiel of kaisoo's overdramatic, probably romanticized angst adventures through kyungsoo's reality and jongin's fantasy. [!!!for real!!!] there's some mentions of suicide and self harm so if you're sensitive to that, I wouldn't advise that you read this
ATTENTION >> painted gold >> BLUX this portfolio will no longer be active.
in which hoseok irritates the out of yoongi, but yoongi falls in love with him all over again. in the middle of manhattan. in the rain. true romance. ::a/n:: something really quick and short, but I filled it with love and fluff. pls enjoy!
Jungkook wishes the sun would never rise so no one could ever see how much he wants Namjoon. based off of north sea texas. extremely absctract. ::a/n:: nothing really too in depth or serious. honestly, this is really confusing and kinda bad but hey.
in which Jimin has to get the kids and gets a bit more than he bargained for. not that he minds. basically jimin meets yoongi and his kid in a hotel. that's it.
Today I’m just not strong at allI just want to listen to the lullabies you sing for me