i'm sure your heart is warmer than everybody says. ㅡ highest rank: #666 in fanfiction © imseok 2016

"It's amazing how you can preserve someone's beauty with just the flick of your wrist and some smudges of graphite."

"Roses are red, violets are blue-" "Violets are purple, believe me I would know."

"When will you realize how I am dying a bit everyday and everyone don't give a damn!" ?? said "Then I am not part of that 'everyone' I do care how you feel" I kissed him trying to calm him down

"Why do you keep bothering me?" "Because you're the only person who says no to me." ♡ An AU where Hoseok is the high school bad, rich boy. His parents blame themselves for his actions, and spoil him endlessly. He just wants to be told "No," once. Yoongi is a normal boy, with average grades and snappy remarks. Hoseok bothers Yoongi endlessly, why? Because he's the only person that tells him "No." As Hoseok gets Yoongi in trouble more and more, they get closer and closer. What could possibly happen? ♡ Started: May 21st, 2018 Completed: September 11th, 2018

"Do you believe in soulmates?" He asked. "Are you trying to subtly flirt with me?" The other asked. Hoseok's family was very different from the others. One being, they can see the invisible red thread of fate that connected two people, eventually bringing them together one day. It all started a long time ago, they were blessed with this power to bring two people together, and they call that love. Hoseok never believed in true love, even if he saw it. He was scarred. And Min Yoongi, was there to heal him.

"I'm alright," Hoseok whispers to himself, feeling the pain of another cut forming on his body. Now his back, which would eventually become a scar. "I love you," Yoongi mumbles, feeling the sharp pain of a cut on his neck. Everytime you lie, a scar appears on your body. You only find out where when you feel the pain. The more severe the lie is, the deeper the cut. Min Yoongi is a man who barely has any scars, he is always straight forward with whomever whenever. Jung Hoseok on the other hand is full of them, his arms mainly. It seems odd, such a happy person lies so much? Yet the actual solemn one barely has any? We all lie, but how bad will the lie be? How deep will our cuts appear?