I gave you a part of my soul... and you got up and left without giving it back.

~sequel to Paint Me White~ Jeon Jungkook, a former prostitute, feels like an awfully used plastic bag. Worn out and currently suffering AIDs, he desperately grasped onto his newfound friends that'd saved him from dying alone. But he still felt worthless; he was still in his youth, but he hadn't felt the rush of childhood for years, missing out on all of his teenage years and standing scarred and broken at 19. He felt old. He felt like that one old, rusty telephone at the back of a store that no one liked and always disregared after years and years of use...abuse. He just sat in a corner, while his highly unjustified case of an STI rusts away at his skin like it would on metal. Out of all the things he'd expected to happen to him, one of them was NOT to bump into a 14 year old female genius while she was protesting against the exact thing he'd suffered for 6 years straight, and get called out on the exact thing he had been diagnosed with, right on the spot. ~*~ "What is wrong with you, kid? I'm the old and mangled music box in the corner of a store that no one notices or wants. What's got you so interested in me?" "Well, I guess I'm that one kid in a million that would choose vintage over modern." "...Vintage?" "Yeah, vintage. And vintage is beautiful."

~in which a therapist makes an autistic and depressed young male realize that beauty comes in little packages with ones flaws~ "Leave me alone, Hoseok. I'm worthless, not worth your time and work." "Min Yoongi, you are the most beautiful human being my eyes have ever laid eyes on. My time can make exceptions for someone like you."

In which a little teenager who isn't very little rants about life and its poopy ups and downs *etc* ~bio book~

My paint is chipping off. I'm drying up; all those years of people painting over me are finally starting to settle, the brush strokes are finally deciding their place on my body. I was never considered one of them. I was always just an already painted canvas; pretty to look at, but there was always something to fix. People wanted to know who I was. Not the meaning behind my art, not the story behind the portrait, but the portrait itself. They wanted to feel the art, and no matter how much I protested, they would never listen. You used to be one of them. You would pay to see and feel the art that I am, but you wanted more than that. You wanted to know the story, you wanted to know the meaning, you wanted to feel more than paint drops and brush strokes; you wanted to feel the emotion. And that is exactly why you have fallen for me now. I tried to warn you, that my world was just an art piece that everyone paid to contribute to. I tried to tell you that you would end up breaking, but you refused. You told me you were happier around me. You told me that I stitched up your wounds. I don't want to be selfish. I don't want to make it look like that I'm taking you for granted. But I need you. I'm feeling too many colours at once, Namjoon. I need to conceal them, and I need your help. Now please...please, don't let my colours dry up. Please don't let their harsh shades make marks on me, please hide them, please take me where I can be something other than a piece of paper to draw on. Please... Paint me white, before I can be pure no longer. ~sequel: Vintage {j.j.k}~ DISCLAIMER: NO MATURE CONTENT SO DON'T WORRY LMAO THIS IS NOT A SMUT BOOK I ALSO DO NOT SHIP ROSÉ AND HOSEOK FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH LOL

As blossoming adolescents, many of us idiots that we call 'humans' grow up always hearing the tale of the innocent little virgin girl and the hot playboy with a rich family. And as most of those stories go, after a whole high school experience of fights and humiliations that were TOTALLY uncalled for, they eventually fall in love. *inserts Jimin voice* eKsHcUJeU MEeee Children, it's time we go on a trip in our favourite little Bangtan ships (and no, I do not mean YoonMin) and fly through the sky all the way to my land, where this part of our teen-hoods take a little twist. Welcome reader, to your not-so-typical {Bad Girl x Good Boy} fanfic, featuring JENNIE KIM and PARK JIMIN as the main characters. ***DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT, I REPEAT, I DO NOT SHIP JIMIN AND JENNIE. I SIMPLY THOUGHT THAT THEY WOULD SUiT THE CHARACTERS***