⁞ '✎ A reader insert story that portrays BTS members as classic love tropes in fanfiction writing.
: ̗̀➛ Namjoon as "best friends to lovers" / "college sweetheart" - COMPLETED
: ̗̀➛ Seokjin as "billionaire" / "secret identity" - COMPLETED
: ̗̀➛ Yoo...
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May 16th
Dear journal,
Mom has me writing in journals again since returning to London to visit for the summer. She thinks I'm depressed, and maybe I am, but I find the idea of writing my thoughts onto paper to be a little silly. Regardless, I'm doing this because she's enrolled me into therapy and my therapist thinks this will be a good thing for me to do. The overall goal is to find comfort and confidence within myself...whatever that means. Until then, I'll be scribbling down my thoughts here in hopes I can achieve optimal mental health.
Cheers to my journey in achieving that!
May 17th
"Sweetie, I think it's best for you to just not worry about the outside world for a while." Your mother says to you over breakfast.
Your father had already left for work and your other siblings had stayed at a friend's house the night before, leaving you alone with your mother who was constantly fretting over you. Despite your strained relationship with your siblings, you had wished they were there to suck up the attention your mother currently had on you.
You don't blame your mom entirely, though. You had given her quite a scare when you called her the night after breaking up with Jimin, sobbing incoherently to ask for a flight to London. Your mother's first thought was that you were experiencing a mental breakdown and had been considering canceling your subscription to life–your words not hers. The former may have been true, but the latter was certainly not.
"You want to take away my cell phone privileges?" You ask in a deadpan voice.
Your mood has been nothing short of thunderclouds which really hasn't eased your mother's worries at all. You can't help it though, you're going through a breakup. Despite Jimin not being your first boyfriend, he was the first guy you actually loved. Your exes were hardly guys you'd shed tears for.
Your mother sighs. "It's not that I want to take your phone away, I just feel that it might do you some good to...log off for a bit. Enjoy life without the mess that accompanies electronic devices." She explains warmly.
Your mother was, for a lack of better words, a hippy. At least, she was in her youth. She still dabbles in essential oils and believes in spirituality rather than religion, but she has moderated her lifestyle to some extent since becoming a mother. The nuances of her lifestyle involves a series of meditation, contemplation, and living off the land despite your father being the exact opposite. He was more of a man who thrived in the tech field. Regardless of all of that, you find her suggestion to be mildly amusing.
"I doubt my worries will be fixed with handing over my phone." You counter before sipping on your coffee.
Slight disapproval crosses her face. "I'd rather you focus on yourself rather than whatever nonsense that comes from your phone." She remarks lightly.
