"Despite 7 million colors being visible to the human eye, and 48 of your color pencils available for you to use, why are you only using the black, white, and red ones?" I looked down and tried to think of the answer. I don't know, maybe because black is my dark days lacking you, white is all the emptiness I felt, and red... Is the color of my bleeding conscience. As I don't want to let him down, I kept those answers to myself. And all I said was "You want me to start using other colors too?" "As much as I want you to start opening your heart, to the fact that you have many other people who loves you and cares about you, and that it's not only me." I froze as I am not able to give him an answer to that. I hate lying. But I hated disappointing him even more. started: 08/08/15 completed: 23/06/17

☾I, Jung Hoseok, am a badass in my own nerdy ways. I do study. I do get good grades. I do get to school before anyone else. I do get nervous around attractive guys. But, I have one thing that every single person in my school envies me for. I have the school's bad boy wrapped around my finger.☽ [fluffy but contains angst+death, trigger warning] © whaelien 2016 #58 in humor-07.05.16 started-04.16.16 completed-06.05.16

"Just, turn those damn lights off every once in a while, okay?" "..." "Oh, and you can call me Yoongi." in which jimin releases anxiety by getting lost in the fairy lights strung around his book store and yoongi is stuck in a dead-end job as a chef when he really just wants to make music ©COCONUTYOONGl 2017, all rights reserved.

◊ in which Jimin falls head over heels for a complete stranger on the subway and wants to know more about his tattoos ◊ this story is officially unfinshed foREVER since August 26 2019, for which I'm sorry

"-Hello listeners.. this is your late night host, MC Gloss. It is currently eighty seven degrees out today and I'm on my fifth cup of double shot espresso so let's start the beats, and Welcome.. to Bangtan-" Jimin was in love. He was in love with the sweet, gravelly, deep, Daegu sound of the broadcaster's voice. He was in love with the way that it would go on and on about the latest music he'd found. He was in love, and he didn't even know who the guy really was. Start: 6/11/17 End:

Jungkook is lost and Jimin is the smiling street sign he desperately needed. Platonic Friendship - no confessions, kissing or getting together Trigger Warning: anxiety/panic attacks, depression, mentions of minor character death, parental issues, fainting. PLEASE READ: I will not be finishing this story in this current form. I am writing the heart of it into a novel. Your support over these past months has been amazing and I (and my mom) are so grateful for each one of you. I love you all so much and I'm sorry.

YOU WONT BE DISAPPOINTED, PROMISE. We'd been together for over a year now, everything was beautiful. He spent all of his spare time on me, especially after he had dance practice.... But happiness was not made to last.

+ the blood is rare, and sweet as cherry wine >> angst, depictions of domestic abuse, drug usage

"I don't want a soulmate anymore."

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 bias, Yoongi, the most in your trails. Seeking playful revenge, all hit the fan the minute you realize that you aren't invisible to one member... Park Jimin can very much see you.