A friend of mine who is a Yoongi bias was my muse for this, I hope she loves this. Breastie, you know who you are...
"It's not a scarf. It's Holly. Holly-ah, why are you sleeping on me?"
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I'm not a tech savvy person when it comes to social media, but on the rare occasion I do post, it's about Holly. This brown toy poodle won my heart faster than my rap sheet. She scrawled her way into my life and hasn't backed put ever since.
Working as a music producer comes with a lot of trials and tribulations. My parents thought it'd bring me to the streets- and they weren't wrong: I was nearly homeless chasing my dream. But that didn't last long, nor did my father's resentment linger longer, and for that I am grateful; my blood, sweat and tears weren't in vain. I love what I do because I put 100% of my heart on whatever I produce. I have a supportive manager from an encouraging company, and for that too, I am eternally humbled.
Pursuing such a demanding dream career meant prolonged absences from home, missed dinners, get-togethers and family milestones. I was aware of it, and I knew it would be an inevitable price I was bound to pay; and I thought I could do it, that I'd persevere- I couldn't. bouts of sadness often cloaked me, and it suffocated me against its immeasurable weight to which I thought I'd drown. In came Holly, and my life buoyed back to sanity, washing away those demons once and for all, one face lick at a time. We've been inseparable ever since; save for the times I go overseas for business.
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Tales of the Heart
FanfictionWhat if our 7 sweethearts led fairly normal lives? What if they found their loves? Come indulge in these 7 oneshots with guaranteed happy endings.