She was never happy. As a fighter, her task was to help out other people to not become like her; dead, soulless, cold, and have no feelings at all. On top of that, she vowed to herself that she will keep all this a secret from everyone. She hardly smiled or laugh. Never once she remembered the happiness and love she...
"I wouldn't mind watching you. Maybe we could tan together this summer." He suggested. "Without having tan lines." I could feel the smirk playing on his lips. I lightly slapped his chest. "Don't ruin my mood with your cockiness." "I think I made it a lot better." "Well, keep going and you'll have to deal with your bon...
"you certainly do make me feel pretty." (TRIGGER WARNING - eating disorder, self-harm.)
"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...
(complete.) one of these things is not like the others. one of these things just doesn't belong. 一 a media / texting fic. || rated 13+ for strong language. || ft. bts and you as generically named 'kang haneul'.
She never understood the chaos she was becoming. Everybody warned her, her mind and soul told her to stay away; but what she felt for him was stronger, the bond they created was stronger. Love and friendship, will make her go: T H R O U G H T H E ...