Imagines about Dan Howell, Phil Lester or Phan.
There will be no FIC stories in here ok? I think the Phandom has been scarred enough.
Update: There is one. OOPS.
**As of April 30th, 2017 this book has been placed on an official hiatus, indefin...
I know, I'm always making stories less successful than this one that no one likes. But for any of my K-Pop Phans out here, I need to know what you think of the first chapter of my Jikook Fanfiction. Two members from BTS. It's a basic, recycled idea of someone having doubts about being with the same sex, because of the societal standards. If you aren't into K-Pop you can imagine Dan and Phil, the third person being someone like PJ or something. Please read? I'll post it here:
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*For starters, I have no idea what I'm doing with this type of fanfiction, I'm just gonna roll with it and I'm sorry if it's just godawful. I know right now that this will not fit their personalities whatsoever so this is more of an AU*
"We almost got caught, Jungkook..." Jimin was seething with rage. Why? I had no idea. Was he embarrassed by me when we're not joking around? Was he worried about everyone else? Did he just not care? "We cannot keep running into these incidents. Eventually, someone's gonna figure out and what'll happen then? Our jobs go away? Our friends? Our family? No, I'm not risking that. Learn to do that too. It'll hurt less..."
It'll hurt less? What the hell is he on about? This decision is obviously hurting him too if he's saying that. But I don't give up that easily. "So what if we get caught? Isn't this more important than our jobs? Our families and friends and fans would understand. We live in a more accepting world, Jiminnie."
He gave me the coldest stare anyone's ever given me. I instantly felt small, shrinking back into my chair. "You're 19, maybe it's the Maknae delusion you have going on here, but no, not really." Jimin sat on the floor of the practice room, covering his face in frustration. "Yes, this is important. I love this, I love us. But we'll be miserable together, with hawk eyes watching and we'll be miserable if we lose everything."
I didn't know what else to do but fight. "I'm with you, I'm not miserable. What, are you miserable with me? Or is being with a guy not necessarily your forte?"
He felt bad, immediately. "No, no. That's not it... Obviously, that's not it."
I shook my head, throwing the chair into the mirror, "Obviously, it is!" A panel of the mirror shattered falling onto the floor near Jimin, cutting him.
" Ah, Shi-bal..." Jimin picked up his arm, surveying the gash the shard of glass made. "You cut me, jabjong." The guilty feeling reciprocated onto my conscience, he started to cry. Not from the physical pain, but the emotional pain. "Now, it makes no sense. No sense whatsoever."
I sighed, walking over to him. "Get up," I mumbled, pulling him into a hug. Immediately after, the door opened and just as quickly, we turned, facing Tae.
He surveyed the situation, broken mirror panel, Jimin crying in my arms, me holding his hand. No doubt that he was suspicious, but instead kept quiet, asking a different question than what was on his mind. "What happened here?"
I already had an excuse. "We were trying to practice more and I got angry, kicking the chair into the mirror... Jimin was frustrated that I kept messing up a move and was sitting down next to it, so the mirror shards cut him too."
