❝speak to me in tongue, in rainbows, metaphysics, in moonlight, in sun drops, in far, in rain clouds, in heat, in heart shambles, in love❞ #315 in short story {14/1/2018} ♥ copyrights© Our Love Story Ltd, 2016 cocainela°

Intoxicated, Namjoon stumbles, drink in hand. His lanky figure resembles a willow tree waving in the wind, his movements sloppy and a sluggish grin strewn across his face. All forms of thought are clearly out the window at this point, and you scurry after him in heels, furiously waving your arms in attempts to catch up. "Namjoon!" You whisper yell, eyes wide and desperately trying to stop the man amidst his live concert ballad of "As Long as You Love Me" to unsuspecting strangers around the office. Oblivious, Namjoon giggles to himself, skipping down the halls before he finally stops. Panting, you finally grab hold of his shoulder and curse under your breath. You never knew your friend could walk so fast. In your exhaustion, you fail to see Namjoon's eyes go smitten, and another pair of unimpressed eyes staring back at him, then you. "You sir, are the hottest man I've ever laid my eyes upon." Namjoon blurts out, and your eyes widen as you recognize the broad-shouldered person in front of you. You feel your face burn with embarrassment. "Namjoon," You hiss angrily into his ear, so close to throwing yourself out of the open window to your right. "That's Kim Seokjin, my boss."

illegal love - "Boys like you don't fall for girls like me." - 3/4 - "Hyung-line series."

A night out has unexpected consequences

"So you're telling me I'm supposed to be dead? How the hell am I replying then?!" In which she sends texts to her dead senior until suddenly, someone starts replying back. warnings: mention of death, depression and suicide inspired from anime kimi no nawa and orange Highest: 1 in jin 1 in kpop 1 in textfic 37 in fanfiction [COMPLETED]