The Soldier ~ BTS Fan-Fiction
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Ongoing, First published Oct 29, 2017
Die 20- Jährige Emily ist eine deutsche Soldatin und kommt mit schweren Verletzungen und Angst Zuständen aus Afghanistan zurück. 
Als wenn das nicht schon genug wäre meldet sich ihr Cousin Jin nach Jahren wieder und fragt nach einer Übernachtungs Möglichkeit für sich und seine Freunde, da diese 
 eine Deutschland Tour machen und alle Hotels ausgebucht seien. 

Was passiert wenn sie zu stolz ist jemandem von ihren Verletzungen zu erzählen? Was passiert wenn jemand unbedingt raus finden will was mit ihr los ist und was passiert wenn Liebe ins Spiel kommt?

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Hey :3 ich schreibe dies Story für meine beste Freundin Emily, die ein riesen BTS Fan ist c:
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