"Still in denial?" You asked softly. "About what?" "Missing her," you piped quietly, heart knotting as you spoke. He sighed, his face almost buried into the book before him. "It's okay that you do..." He eyed you carefully, "What are you? My tutor or my shrink?" You licked your lips a bit, the pencil in your hand lam...
You, a fan, are dead and haunt BTS. Being involved in an accidental hit-and-run by the boys' tour bus on your birthday wasn't how you planned on dying. But it happened. A confused ghost you were, failing to find its place, you did what you could do and followed them back. You don't know why, but you targeted your bia...
in which two sad teenagers meet at a therapy session #570 in fanfiction
