"Yoongi? Do you need help?" "I don't..." "Yoongi, I'm over here." | | or... jimin meets a boy with tunnel vision.

"Despite 7 million colors being visible to the human eye, and 48 of your color pencils available for you to use, why are you only using the black, white, and red ones?" I looked down and tried to think of the answer. I don't know, maybe because black is my dark days lacking you, white is all the emptiness I felt, and red... Is the color of my bleeding conscience. As I don't want to let him down, I kept those answers to myself. And all I said was "You want me to start using other colors too?" "As much as I want you to start opening your heart, to the fact that you have many other people who loves you and cares about you, and that it's not only me." I froze as I am not able to give him an answer to that. I hate lying. But I hated disappointing him even more. started: 08/08/15 completed: 23/06/17

❝ do you think they have ramen on the other side? ❞ ❝ i guess we'll just have to find that out for ourselves. ❞

「do you think family can be replaced just like that?」 ©minghaoburgers + winner of the 2016 kpop wattys rookie award highest ranking; #545 in fanfiction as of 120817 lowercase intended

i miss you.

you're my spring, summer, autumn and winter.

you never know how truly broken someone is

"jimin,i'm lost." [raw.urs]

"at least i'm normal"