why is art considered beautiful when all you're doing is hurting yourself? [ tae fic ]

"If I can use my tears to make you smile....then it's more than worthwhile." ••• what happens when a musically talented boy from daegu occupies the empty home beside yours? an encounter with someone new may not be the ideal situation you expect it to be, but love is unpredictable....right? Highest ranking #18 in FANFICTION [Featured in global and local news in SPH, Mothership, TodayOnline, Singapore's Writers Festival and others]

Everyday when the hour hand strikes 4, I tested death. The one who saves me each time, undoubtly, was Jimin.

She would watch him dance every single night, knowing his every move. The only thing she didn't know is that he knew. A story about self love & self destruction. © stereoids 2018. All rights reserved. Published on Jan. 21st Completed on Oct. 13th

"Despite 7 million colors being visible to the human eye, and 48 of your color pencils available for you to use, why are you only using the black, white, and red ones?" I looked down and tried to think of the answer. I don't know, maybe because black is my dark days lacking you, white is all the emptiness I felt, and red... Is the color of my bleeding conscience. As I don't want to let him down, I kept those answers to myself. And all I said was "You want me to start using other colors too?" "As much as I want you to start opening your heart, to the fact that you have many other people who loves you and cares about you, and that it's not only me." I froze as I am not able to give him an answer to that. I hate lying. But I hated disappointing him even more. started: 08/08/15 completed: 23/06/17