"It's not y-your rooftop." Jimin cusses at himself for stumbling over his words. Glaring, he watches as the boy laughs sarcastically. "They do not belong to anyone, just like the stars don't, or the skies." "It is, I know it best. I've lived here for longer." The midnight haired boy snarls as watches Jimin suppress a giggle. "Don't laugh at me." The boy sighs, "Look this is stupid. Stay off my rooftop." "But it's not yours, this is my house-" "You don't live on them do you? I don't want to-" He hesitates, sighing once more. "Just stay off them, Park Jimin." His glare is cold, sending goosebumps across the lengths of Jimin's skin. or: Park Jimin always thought he'd never find anything he loved more than the stars. That is until Jungkook, a penniless boy that lives on rooftops, just so happens to prove him wrong. highest rankings: #1 in jikookfanfiction [260520] #3 in jikook [251020]

She would watch him dance every single night, knowing his every move. The only thing she didn't know is that he knew. A story about self love & self destruction. © stereoids 2018. All rights reserved. Published on Jan. 21st Completed on Oct. 13th

❝Will you write me in your notebook? Will you write me in your heart?❞ Can you make memories with someone who can't make memories? Can you love someone who can't remember you? ➣AU ➣Coming of Age/ Angst ➣Short Story ©Kiki 2020© ©Cover by @gammarays__ ♥️

"you certainly do make me feel pretty." (TRIGGER WARNING - eating disorder, self-harm.)