"hyung, can we go home?" "we don't have one anymore." - ✧ start: 10.11.16 - ongoing story ✧ akabrowny original work; do not plagiarize. ©

deeply yet romantically melancholy

unavailable : ˌənəˈvāləb(ə)l/ adjective 1. not able to be used or obtained; not at someone's disposal. warning :: angst, strong language, lowercase intended, etc. ©virjins 2016

[don't close the lights..they come out and play]

*incoming call unknown number* "Hello?" "...jungkookie?...uh is he there" the boy on the other end asked. "sorry you got the wrong number"

[COMPLETED] ❝Our relationship is bound by an hourglass.❞ Kim Taehyung only dated girls for one month, then, that was it. No one was complaining though. But why would Han Eumin suddenly ask him to date her? [ #152 in fanfiction ] [ #7 in taehyung - January 24, 2022 ]  cityhearts | 2017

i know im supposed to be acting but holy shit i'm actually in love with you. © lambskwer // not editing, i was like 11 when i wrote this, cringefest ngl

❝ It's been seven days, Yoongi... ❞

[COMPLETED] short sequel to Hourglass. [ #494 in fanfiction - October 05, 2017 ]  cityhearts | 2017

"Hey, Rose. If you go in your room by yourself, in the dark, the monsters will come get you." Lilia blurts, smiling like a witch. "Why did you tell me that? Now I'm freaked in my own dang house." "Then go to Taehyung and he can protect you if any killer comes and wants to stab you to death." Jimin says and points to the man who was widening his eyes at them. "A-A killer?" Taehyung stammers. "Rose, hurry and sit down already. Such a drama queen, you! The movie is still going." Lilia scolds and motions me to get out of the way. I glared at her and Jimin. I know what they're trying to pull. They're trying to embarass me. Lilia's trying to get back at me for shipping her and Jimin. Well played. I mean, I don't hate Taehyung anymore, but I'm an awkward lady with an amazing ability to make something or someone awkward too. I looked to Taehyung and he gave me an innocent smile. He scooted to the side and waved me over, trying to make me feel welcomed. My body heats up as I sat down next to him. The couch was fairly small, so we were quite close. Not too uncomfortably close, but our arms were touching. The fluffy blanket that was thrown on top of us was the one thing that made me scoot closer to him to the point where it looked like we were cuddling. Oh, it's awkward. It's awkward, it's awkward, it's awkward. Start: 8/27/15 End: 3/11/16