Chateau Exo: Club Lotto | Oh Sehun
An Oh Sehun Fanfiction
Join me in a walk through my subconscious mind
Sequel to The Boy Next Door (pssst.....it's best if you read book one first!)
This is the prequel to THE BOY NEXT DOOR you do not have to read that book before this book
I want you to be your light baby You should be your light So that it doesn't hurt anymore So that you can smile I want you to be your night baby You could be your night So that this night Can be honest to you or in which happiness is found in the most random places
"This is so cliche," "Is it?" "You're my boss," "Is that wrong?" "I never said that," "I want you, Jimin," "I want you too," or in which Jimin falls head over heels for a ceo
Book 4 in The Boy Next Door Series "self care is eating a whole bag of chips before noon," Or in which Jimin and Yoongi's son Taemin is desperately trying to survive life
Previously titled "Orange Mint" ________________ Jimin likes poetry, music and a cute boy with mint green hair that lives in the apartment building across from his. Yoongi hates liars, the cold, and the fact that he knows nothing about Park Jimin, the boy who he sees reading every day from his apartment window.
"Min Yoongi, is this a dildo?" "...it's so you have something to remember me by,"
"What scares you the most?" "I'm terrified to sleep," "Why?" "Because every time I close my eyes, all I can see is the accident,"
Current Laws state that if a family is to have more than three children, or bring up a child with three or more powers, the are subjected to the Law Of Three, in which the government may, or under most circumstances, will seize them, and possibly have them removed from society if deemed a threat. But oh God, No one wa...
❝Just hold on, we're going home.❞ He was risky, unpredictable, temperamental; his spontaneity was what drew her to him. He was bad. But, that's what she liked the most about him. © 2014 Eloise. All rights reserved.
"You're just as I remember you," He whispered, cupping her cheek. "So many god damn papercuts."
completed ___ poetry thoughts stories and other small things.
*** UNDER CONSTRUCTION *** *** READ AT OWN RISK! *** ------------------------------------------------- "What happened to your hands?" he asked, eyeing the tips of her fingers. They were bloodied and bruised. "Nothing." she replied. "They're only papercuts."
"So, in some sense," she began, "You find me highly addictive?" she struggled to find the words to explain what he had just told her. "In some sense yes. I find you highly addictive." he replied. "Like, heroin addictive?" "No. Like nicotine."
"You need to hang on." he told her through his tears. "I need you." She nodded. "You come back to me alive." he whispered. He leaned in and gently kissed her forehead. "I love you." "I love you to." ------------------- After being born prematurely, Isabella's parents were told she wouldn't survive. And if she did, a l...