It's easy to look at love and and admire it. You'd dreamt about it your whole life, but nothing could have prepared you for the side effects of it, for the fragility of breaking and for the angst of falling. Around you, even when you hadn't noticed, fate had already begun to write down you story. Once you noticed him though, a handsome stranger who seemed to follow you at your every adventure, you couldn't take your eyes off him. Life was never quite the same after that. Not for you, a hopeless romantic inexperienced in the art of falling and not for Jimin either, a dancer with a high chance in making the stage his own.

You didn't mean to fall for your best friend, and you most definitely shouldn't have slept with him. Warning: mature content.

"Aren't you going to introduce your guest?" "No!" Jimin snapped. "She's with me. After all, she's got taste." "Too bad." His incredibly full lips were turned up at the corner in a smirk. "If you had better taste, you'd be with me," he said. "My name is Seokjin. The pleasure... is all mine. But it could be yours as well." Highest ranking: #1 in btsseokjin, #1 in jinfanfic, #1 btsjinfanfic. 1st Place Smooch Awards. 1st Place BTS September Awards KSJ.

❝speak to me in tongue, in rainbows, metaphysics, in moonlight, in sun drops, in far, in rain clouds, in heat, in heart shambles, in love❞ #315 in short story {14/1/2018} ♥ copyrights© Our Love Story Ltd, 2016 cocainela°