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𓂀 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟡 𓂀

Narrator:*･゜ﾟ(^O^)↝

It's easy to fall in love.
But it's hard ,
To make the person you love,
Believe in your love.

Yes you both can fall in love.
But you can't get trust right?

Taehyung:

I knew that , I fell in love with him.
But... I know that I just fell in love with him , he's not mine to call yet.

I groaned.

This is hopeless.

Cupid struck me with one of his stupid love arrows.

Love ,my foot!

How can someone fall for some one this easily?

What do I have?

What exactly do I have that other people don't ?

For what reason will he agree to be with me ? When he can get the same thing from thousands of people of the world out there.

But I'm quite stubborn.

And I am not going to lose.

But I will most certainly not act without thinking.

I will wait.

If I am going to get something ,might as well check if it's worth my time.

No matter what , until and unless it's worth it.I , Kim Taehyung won't let my stupid heart to rule over my head.

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Yoongi:

I woke up in someone's embrace....

What's a chubby mochi faced boy doing on my bed?

And that's when reality hit me!!!!

WHAT THE HELL IS A CHUBBY FACED MOCHI DOING IN MY BED!!!?

Wait ,I think it's on my bed not in....

Ugh Suga ,swag n' chill ,let grammar slide for a sec.

3rd Person pov:

The dumpling faced boy let his head sink in the pillow.

He hummed and tossed around the bed looking for a particular cold side of the bed.

Another man grinned mischievously.

Oh what he had in mind is not something pleasent.

"Alexa!"

He smirked.

"Play BTS fire in 100 max volume."

"Playing BTS fire in full volume."

Replied a robotic voice.

"FIRE!!!!!"

"THE FUCK DUDE!!"

The boy jolted up exclaimed in utter surprise.

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Jungkook:

I took a look around my mother's dressing table.

I requested my father to move all her stuff to my house before I left and he complied.

I gently brushed my finger tips over the smooth polished wood.

I sat down on a comfy spot on the floor with blankets scattered here and there.

Yeah , there were times I had a feeling that  only the floor was the most comfortable place.

And also I loved how the cold surface sent shivers to my spine when my skin came in contact with it.

I flipped through the pages of my mother's book.

Well one of them.

She liked old poetry for some reason.

It's just that ,all the books she had were related or based on something that expressed anger, aggressiveness and agitation.

And I didn't know why?

She never seemed like that sort of person.

There was always a poem called 'Summer hills' she always wrote atleast once every day.

But she couldn't learn it...

My mom , a valedictorian in her college.Yet she couldn't learn a poem of a few lines.

I never read the poem before, since I wasn't fond of poetry but I wanted to know what was special about it.

I sighed.

I parted my lips,ready to read it out loud.

                             

"The summer hills ,
Was a place I admired.
This was the time the droughts
Occured.This was a time, I enjoyed ,No one would,
Ask about my tears.
If only,they
Knew"

The format in the book looked like a heart.

Yet the poem was meaningless.

It looked like it was a set of random sentences.

I don't really like my mom's taste in poems.

I don't know why ,but these poems were just creepy.

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A short chapter I put my heart and soul into.

I hope you enjoy it.

Lots of love.

💜