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
❝ live, just another day for me. ❞ in which a suicidal girl falls for a criminal. prepare tissues, get ready to go for a ride. this story will give you chills of a lifetime. 「disclaimer: includes depression and other mental health illnesses 」
❝ 021-819-4426: so what's my name in your phone? ;) ❞ « in which five teens come together in a group chat to cheat on mr. kang's physics exams.
Everyday when the hour hand strikes 4, I tested death. The one who saves me each time, undoubtly, was Jimin.
[ PARK JIMIN ] "Are you sure it's just empathy? Are you sure you're not feeling... attracted to me?" There was a shift in his voice as it became more silky, pleasing to listen to. I could feel my muscles relax in response to the soothing sound. "Don't you feel the need to get closer to me? To touch me?" he continued...
"When you get a new heart, will I still be in there?" She says, barely a whisper. "Will I still be in that heart?" "You're not just in my heart," Jeongguk replies truthfully. "You're in the blood flowing through my veins, you're in my mind, you're under my skin, around my bones, buried in my soul." Or: When Jeongguk m...
We were reckless. How did we get from kissing to you pinning me to the wall to us both on the floor in a tangle of limbs? We made an explosion that day, Park Jimin. And now, we are suffering the consequences of it.