Bellas_Fantasy
I am just another OT7 Army.
The kind who stayed up until 3 a.m. for comeback teasers, celebrated every achievement like it was my own, cried during anniversary videos, and somehow found comfort in seven people who didn't even know I existed.
Some people keep a diary. Some write letters they'll never send, and then there was me.
Every night, before I went to sleep, I opened Instagram, searched for one account, and typed whatever was on my mind.
@abcdefghi__lmnopqrstuvwxyz
For me, they weren't messages.
They were pieces of my life, tucked away in a chat that felt safer than any journal could ever be.
Maybe because writing to someone who would never answer somehow made it easier to be honest.
Until one day.
NOTE: IMAGINE Y/N AS YOU.
This is my first time writing story. So please support me and do comment so i can improve myself.