(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'.

❝ wind me up, play me slow. let these stories stay with you long after the sun sinks low. ❞ // a bts oneshots book, where each 'track' is a short story waiting for you to delve into. so put your headphones on, crank up the volume, and enjoy the various adventures lying between the pages! ♡

Then there was a long pause, a minute of silence he so desperately needed just to wrap his thoughts around all of this. ''Ah, I'm sorry about your boyfriend. I couldn't help myself. The thought of somebody else having you, somebody else owning such a precious work of art drove me insane.'' Within seconds, he stood up, clenching his fists as he spoke quietly and more clearly with the purpose of his words to be heard, to be remembered and possibly never forgotten. ''Soon, you'll be mine. And you'll learn to love me back.'' © stereoids. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2018