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...
"Kiss me." He choked on his drink, gawking over at you instantly, "HUH?!" "You know, mouth to mouth action, maybe a little tongue if you're lucky," you piped grinning smugly. He looked like he had just got hit so far up between his legs as his expression grew pained. "Please tell me you're joking," he said breathles...
You know they're watching you. You sit down in front of the mirror wall and stare into your own eyes. "I know you're there," you whisper. "I hate you," you slam your fists on the mirror. "I hate you I hate you I hate you!" you scream. Tears are flowing down your face, you let your head fall down and let it rest agai...
in which a girl who takes care of her seven precious talking plants every day. highest : #92 in humor omg