𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫

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✩。:*•.───  YNWA  ───.•*:。✩

Hello there. Do you ever just feel really, really sad, and you feel like, no one understands you? You wanna be comforted, but you can't get yourself to ask or explain anything. You feel like, you're alone.

Well... You're not. Many many people can share your pain. They understand you. Try to think of it like this. We are millions of people, who understand each other. Let's use that. We are one big family, who are here to comfort each other. We care about each other, because we know the awful struggles of life. Here's my contribution...

Ever heard of the korean k-pop group BTS? Now, if the first thing that popped up into your head was; "Oh fuck, not those fake ass, gay mother fuckers again." Then whatever. I don't really care about your incorrect, stubborn opinion. But I would care, if you didn't at least try to give them a chance. Let me help you. This may be a fictional story, but I tried to put their individual personalities as much, as I can into this short story. Give it a try. Let them comfort you. Let the love of millions comfort you...

- Extra disclaimer -

This whole story is written in a bit different kind of way. My commas are placed quite differently, from how you would normally place them, but that's simply, because I'm not a native speaker, and every language is different. I hope you don't mind. Also this story is gender neutral: Meaning the main character's (your) gender is not official. It's for both boy and girl, man and woman and everything in between. Enjoy the story :)

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