There was never anything remarkable about these days. Most of it disappears before we notice. A conversation on the bus. The light on a winter morning. The stranger who sat across from you for twenty minutes before stepping off at the next stop. They survive only as long as memory allows, and memory is rarely generous. These pages are made from those passing things. Not because they were extraordinary, but because they were ours. If, for a little while, they become yours as well, then perhaps they haven't disappeared entirely.

528 Hz, the so-called frequency of love In which Angelina decides she's tired of lingering, staying in the background and hoping for the heavens to hear her prayers. As the Bible says, 'heaven helps those who help themselves'. She was tired of waiting. And for anything to happen, she had to do something, push the button first. But maybe what she hadn't thought about was the outcome. She believed that as long as she didn't remain frozen on the spot, something would happen. And she wasn't wrong. She just didn't think of what would happen. "It takes two to tango, remember?"

He laughed at it and leaned in to peck her cheeks. "The cat's got your tongue now?" he said, and she felt every single vibration of his vocal cords for how deep his voice sounded. "Don't worry then. From now on, no rap verses, but only clear messages with distinct words... and actions," and with the final words, he kissed her neck, trailing down to her collarbone. "Those words apply to you, too." "I don't speak in rap verses," she rebutted, noticing that he'd switched the positions, having her back against the wall. "Yeah, you don't. You don't speak at all. You just look at me with those eyes." As he spoke, he angled her chin upwards so their eyes could meet, and when she visibly blushed, he chuckled. "Damn, you're so pretty." He barely let out those words before leaning closer and kissing her. ───❀ In which, Daphne moves from the city to the countryside; objectively, a downgrade, but, emotionally, an upgrade. From the urban chaos straight into his warm sheets. "𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫, 𝐓𝐚𝐦 𝐏𝐮𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 (est quam gardeniae)" "Love is as beautiful as gardenias", a love story by silverozy

Struggles of a woman named Y/n, who was forced to marry and be the property of the mafia leader, cold-hearted, Jimin. The sights and experiences of harsh things made her realized he's not cruel, he's just broken.

"Screw the rules. I want you, Kim Y/N." THIS FIC WAS MADE INTO CLICKBAIT FOR A YOUTUBE VIDEO COMPLAINING ABOUT KOREABOOS LOLLL ITS NOT THAT BAD GIVE IT A CHANCE you can find an audio cover on TerryTV :) Highest Ranking : [#1 in Fanfiction] BTS Park Jimin x reader High school teacher AU Translations: Spanish