They had something special. So unique and exquisite, that some could only dream about. Jungkook and Taehyung were simply inseparable. Their love was deep. A love that held many paths. An intricate artwork, you could say. Different. Yet amazing. But even their love screeched to a half. Their love clouded with confusion. Their love just wasn't strong enough. Their love was fake.

how long do i need to wait how many more nights must i stay up to see you to see you, to meet you, to meet you in which taehyung writes letters to junkook [lowercase intended] [completed]

He's shunned aside. Taunted. Teased. Hurt. Ignored. And it's killing him. Slowly. One by one, a piece of himself slithers silently into the fire roaring within him, the black extending its long fingers with increasing glee. He believes that everyone hates him. Despises his very presence. He hates himself too. He hates being the person he is. He hates begin so weak. So vulnerable. It was his bad luck to be thrown into the world of misery. But then again that was fate. And fate wasn't always on our sides. There were times when it didn't exactly like us. But for Taehyung it was different. Fate hated him. #6 in vxbts 21.05.2018

it all started when taehyung texted the wrong number about his beloved puppies and the stranger he texted really wanted a puppy too. completed february 5th '17

BOOK ii in which jungkook meets taehyung a year later and wants the sleeping arrangements back. ©SHARMILA / nectaerine nov 2016 - feb 2017

"Jimin? Is that really you?" Jungkook felt himself slowly reaching out to touch him. "Why didn't you contact me? Why did you leave m-" "I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are."