A few stressful rings later, a vaguely low-pitched male picked up the call, "Park Jimin," he greeted tiredly and Yoobin blinked. "No, I'm not Park Jimin." "I meant I was Park Jimin," the man sighed and Yoobin scoffed, "Yeah, and I'm the freckle on Ashoka's left buttock." _________________________ ༼ つ ◕‿◕ ༽つto anyone w...
•just me fangirling over the seven boys I call my life• •ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵃᶻʸ ᵐᵘˢⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ʰᵒʳᵐᵒⁿᵃˡ ᵗᵉᵉⁿ• #1 btsfangirl👁️👄👁️ (09-08-21)(14-09-21) [update: trying and failing to be aestaetic] [update ²: I use this book as my diary expect multiple rants and tmiಥ‿ಥ]
I wrapped my arms around Jin who was nauseously stumbling around after he slammed his head on the wall for the third time, and yanked him. He tumbled forwards before crashing into me and pushing me into the rusty door. "Ouch," I groaned. I looked up and my eyes met his which still had a slight far-away look in them. T...