"Do you still love me ?" he bravely asked. He's shaking a lot. The girl didn't answer him.

"who is she?" "ah, the rapper? she's moonbyul of mamamoo." "oh." "she's a 92 liner." "really?" // my first ever btsmoo fanfic! please give it a lot of love =] this is because i rarely see any byulyi x seokjin fanfiction stories, i decided to make one on my own! =D

"how do you win a game?" "you play a game fairly when the opponent is fair, but when not- you play them instead." idols × the final season.

[INCOMPLETE] Yeobeoseyo? Jimin-ssi!!! Yaaaah, chinguya Don't attend the second class. Let's skip it. Please, I don't like here in school. It's so boring? Let's call wheein and go to karaoke room. I'll treat you. Deal? (While talking to the phone, she saw her brother's friend) "Hyejin-ah, your brother wants to give this to you". He handed me money while looking at me seriously. I don't really like this man. I mean, he always looks like a pale half dead kid. "Thanks" I said and he just left without saying anything. This man is really intimidating. The way he looks at me makes me so uncomfortable. ******** When we are younger, we all thought that the world is like a cotton candy paradise - full of unicorns and candies. A world where we get everything in just one tantrum and one aegyo... but everything that we've think about before is not true. Innocence that was darken... In my young age, I saw how bad this world is... ...this world is a sick and dangerous place, full of lies and false-truths.

your idol is not just an idol. there's a reason why they are so vocal. this is a continuation for the series of idols in my former account @ahjinzegag