He was your best friend. You were his best friend. You admired him. He admired you. You guys watched each other grow up. You watched him achieve his dreams. You watched him grow into an amazing singer and idol. You watched him accomplish many things. You watched him grew into a little boy into a grown man. You watched him admire other idols. You watched him flirt with other girls. You watched him fall in love with someone else. You loved him. He loved you, as a friend. - - - published; [ 01/18/18 ] finished; [ --/--/-- ] highest rank(s); [ #20 in jin ] [ #40 in yoongi ]

" stop smoking " he grabbed the cigarette i was about to light and threw it onto the ground. " but you smoke too, what's your fucking logic? " " there's something better than fucking nicotine " " oh yeah? what is it? " i eyed him cautiously. " my lips, what else? " then and right there, he crashed his lips on mine.

"So you're telling me I'm supposed to be dead? How the hell am I replying then?!" In which she sends texts to her dead senior until suddenly, someone starts replying back. warnings: mention of death, depression and suicide inspired from anime kimi no nawa and orange Highest: 1 in jin 1 in kpop 1 in textfic 37 in fanfiction [COMPLETED]

❝You make the stars jealous, mi amor.❞ - In which the richest, most eligible bachelor of Seville lusts for a flamenco dancer below his class. Romance/Comedy - Highest ranking: #559 in Fanfiction #1 in Spain Reached 100K: 11.10.18 1st in the Mic Drop Awards - Started: 14.01.18 Finished: 23.08.19