Historias de Bangtansuga

" You see the inner side of the Oreo?" "Hmm?" "It's white, just like your pale skin" "I'm still not eating that" In which he tried to not get involved with humans, until he met the preschool teacher who loved Oreo more than anything. Book 3 in Illegal series.

how would you fall inlove with the boy whose your best enemy please read my first story!!!

After all the heart aches and misery, can we still find it in ourselves to forget and begin again?

Like one of my favorite artists would say... human relationships are complicated, in every sense of the word. Doesn't matter if it's a frienship, love relationship or even family... people are complicated and mantaining a connection with them is just as hard. The older I get, the more I realize how much I've struggled with this. But now I can't really help but wonder... maybe, it could be... that... Is it me? Am I the issue? Let me walk you through my experience.

This is a story including [You] in the a Story dating yoongi and this is just a FICTIONAL story nothing in this story is real All photos are from google and re-edited This story has also went through a process of fixed and reading so my apologies if there are any grammar mistakes. Enjoy!

𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 ~~~~~ Yoongi looked at the text after he had sent it. She had gone and he knew that she won't come back. ~~~~~ Cover credits to @_MrsPark_1995 #3 in Bangtansuga [09.03.2021]

A bad date and a basketball match later, you finally found your soulmate. You recall everything that went through your first meeting and realize how much you love him, only for him to beat you to say the three words first.

just me and you, let's have a rendezvous © fyheony a yoongi ff

"Do you love me?" "......" "a bit" "Do you love me?" "I don't know"

𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴.

I'm still not convinced this is normal but my daughter turned out way more mature than me and Sana. Kids are usually busy playing, making noise or doing absolutely nothing useful. She, on the other hand, notices things, thinks before speaking and always ends up being right. Half the time, I think I'm the one raising her. The other half, I realize she's been managing us quietly from the start. Sana and I try to act like responsible adults but it doesn't last long when your own child gives you that "I'll explain it later" look. We expected to teach her about life. Instead, we're learning how to keep up. How did we end up with a kid who's clearly smarter than both of us?