"Arms up, Mia." I held her sweater above her head, the neck and arm holes ready for her just to slip in.
"I am perfectly capable of getting dressed on my own, Yoongi..."
"C'mon. Please?"
She obliged, her hands raised in the air. I slid the armholes...
"Let me take care of you. Let me love you, let me give you the kind of affection you deserve... It's all confusing right now, things did not work out how we planned them to, but I promise everything will make sense, just trust me..."
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This is my first creation.
I hope you'll like it.
I'm just an amateur writer, so I apologize for any grammatical errors.
This book is based on purely imaginative events.
I do not intent to offend anyone. I merely desire to create a story where everything and anything is possible.
The characters in this story are all fictional, except for BTS (I don't own them, though).
This will be told in Yoongi's perspective, if not, names will be indicated.
Contains sensitive topics about depression, murder, and abuse. I apologize if some readers may find these gruesome, but I assure you, I have no purpose of hurting anyone.
The purpose of this story is to find healing and light amidst the violence surrounding the main characters.
