Kim Taehyung who's suffering from a life-threatening cardiac arrhythmia called Inappropriate Sinus Tachycardia, has found himself writing love songs for young artists in the town. He wrote songs about loving this particular lad who was formerly his...
Hi my loyal readers, it Miss Halfalive Bonobonya. Yes, as promised, I completed this chapter. So, if you saw the note I left a few days ago, you know that last week was horrible for me. But we're not here to discuss my messed-up health; I'm simply here to write what I want and let those who want to read my works enjoy it.
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I am grateful for all of the love I have received. Some even messaged me directly. That's really thoughtful of you.
Do at last, I'm going to place a trigger here because you could read some crusty smuts at the end of this chapter. Which I hate writing because it's pretty hard to imagine how intimate two people can become when you're a fucking virgin. Nobody wants fuck you ever cuz you are chronically ill! 😅
And here's another caution concerning the time skips. Some of you may become confused while reading. Sorry not sorry I am not gonna explain it here. Try to make it work. Use your damn brain cells humans.
And here it is the eighth chapter 🗿
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"You do all of these for that bitch, huh?" When Iseul (the bitch Jk is now with) was furious, he grabbed Jung Kook's wounded knuckles and cleaned the blood off with wet paper. Jung Kook could feel Iseul's putting pressure on his wounded knuckles, rubbing the medicine on them carelessly; of course, he wouldn't care. He takes care of you because, if not for him, if it's not for these wounded hands, Iseul would not be able to afford the things he has now. He just used Jung Kook, Jung Kook was simply a safety net for him. . . . . Isuel is like a darl red wine stain on Jung kook's white shirt, virtually difficult to remove. Jung kook's distant relative on his mother's side was Iseul. They very much grew up together. Jungkook has not spent summers with anybody else like he has with Isuel, who is a longtime friend and a brother to him. They aren't biological relatives because Iseul was an orphan who was adopted by a distant relative from Jungkook's mother's side. Jungkook felt compelled to defend Iseul from an early age since he had been exposed to domestic trauma.
