'A bad date, a ferris wheel, a diner, a jar of pickles, and a pillow. These things tied our strings of fate together.' As the truth would have it- You can love someone that you met two weeks ago, more than someone you've known for two years. Time is truly irrelevant. Photos are not mine unless clearly stated. I do not own BTS. Do not republish. This story does contain sexual content and minor swearing. Started: June 28th, 2018 Finished:
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