In the tempest of her psychotic pleasurable desire will a doctor be able to treat her mentally sick patient, or will she turn out to be the one begging for satisfactory treatment generated by her patient's own hands? With a patient who rarely speaks, how much is she willing to do to have her ears drink his words, like the water she can't live without? -short format

he calmed the storm inside of her heart, ignoring that he was one himself. a jeongguk fic. ⓒ babyjeons

color, light, sound and taste they are sturdy and tangible and a language they know how to speak m.yg, p.jm jesusetc 2017

❝ would you look at that, we have matching bruises ❞

life in rosy hues. © balgeum for jeongguk.

"but are we all lost stars trying to light up the dark?" jeon jungkook. discontinued... sorry! © neocult

love travels in many paths. a jeongguk fic. © ULZZANGS.

He's ready and he's coming for you. Copyright © olympis 2016

she asked him to hold her hand. instead, he bit into her wrist. - - {vampire au} {mature themes/language is present, read with caution} - - cover credit: @plsyoongi -{tbh she is a gift from the heavens above ( ͒ ˘̩̩̩̩̩̩ꇵ͒˘̩̩̩̩̩̩ ͒) } | someday-somehow | & oreyeol