"oh Look at those babies..." yoongi cooed.
"can you stop talking about assault riffles the same way you talk about kittens and puppies"
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blood and war are just catalogs of love and blunders.
Published- March 2022
~i make my own book covers~
It's not that I don't think men are capable of love. It's just that it seems like I so rarely hear them talking about it in the same sort of gushy, sugary ways that women feel comfortable doing. Which is a bummer! Because we should all be able to talk about our mushiest, most cheesy feelings out loud, in public, for all the world to read and hear.
Love feels like nothing else matters in the universe but the person you love is happy. Love is knowing that nothing else in the world could make you feel any better, and wanting to make that other person feel that exact same way.
For me, it's like there are a ton of rubber bands attaching our souls and if we ever start to separate in any way, the resistance from the rubber bands pulls us back to each other. It's a force that can only be felt, not understood. I know it's a cliché and I hate it but it really feels like we're two parts of a whole. It's weird being gushy.
I was polishing, J69, it is the best gun for both short and long-distance with 280 ammo slots, 0.1-sec firing speed, and the rarest and most wanted gun in the world. This reminds me of beyol, she is sharp as its firing, quick as its recoiling, hot as its body, most wanted as it is. that's why I named it Beyol, My Beloved gun.
I heard loud foot patterns outside my room and recognized them in the instant, it is her.
She barged in panting heavily, her face red, with worry lines on her forehead, I simply looked into her eyes searching for some answer, well, she is well trained, it's very difficult to pull something out of her eyes, but clearly, she had a bad day.
"don't do it, you better not" she spoke.
but I did.
I smiled at her, with my heat all out.
I could see her struggle to suppress her growing smile, but she did.
she did because she is so whipped by his stupid smile.
she dragged her feet towards me, sitting on my lap burning her head in my neck, I could feel her body pound against mine, she must have run all the way here, wrapped my hands around her waist, moving to her back, wrapping it softly, "what brings you here so urgent that you came running" I asked her, she stayed quiet at first, then mumbled, "I missed you~" I know its something more than that but I didn't push it.
She kissed my neck softly, her lips making their way to my jaw to cheek then she was about to kiss my lips but, I turned my head side, she tried again, I did gain, she did again, and I repeated myself.
"What is your problem?" she asked annoyed cupping my face. I looked straight into her coffee-like detoxicating eyes, "The problem is if I kissed you I won't be able to stop myself" "Then don't" she said as she pressed her lips to mine, with that I picked her by her thighs plopping her on my bed, lips never leaving her cherry ones.
"This?" He thrust short and hard into her, the impact sending jolts of pleasure through her body. "Yes, that," he murmured to himself as if pleased, and did it again.
And again. Until the heat between them combusted. Until she felt hot liquid wash over her limbs. Until she looked up and wondered why she'd ever thought his black eyes emotionless. He was watching her with passion. With lust. With so much love. He groaned above her, his hips jerking without rhythm, but all the while he watched her with those eyes. And when he at last stilled and rested his sweaty forehead against hers, he whispered, "I love you." drifting to dreamland.
Next Morning
"On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad do you want to kill me?" hoseok asked equally annoyed and enraged.
"I am hovering somewhere in the thirties," I said
After today beyol told me everything that had happened yesterday, and everyone was at my place.
"oh god, both of you shut up! yoongi you no more give me butterflies you give me headaches" beyol spoke rubbing her temples
"I told you I dint knew dad meant that my business" hoseok again justified himself, "we get it hoseok" Jin signed tiered by me and hoseok fighting, hoseok huffed
"ALRIGHT!" I also sat down tired. "so what now? you both are marrying each other" I asked eyeing both of them.
"OH GOD NO, how many times we all will tell you they both are not getting married" Jimin and jungkook screamed equally annoyed at me.
"then who is??" I asked confused.
"Jin hyung is this Valentine!" this time it was taehyung you spoke.
"And you all are dying your hair pink and wearing pink!" Jin clapped his hands
