Lust and Demise

Lust and Demise

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sat, Sep 24, 20222h 14m
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His eyes shot open as some tears start running down his face, he was sweating like he was running all night, technically he was, but in his dream, his breaths were unstable just like his dream, he just feel tired even if he just woke up, he put his sweaty head into his palms, trying to relax himself, he could feel his breaths turning into small and stable ones, once again. "Jungkook it was just a dream nothing else" he was repeating to himself "But if it was just a dream then why it felt so real?" This Book Contains: Horror Mystery Fantasy Humor Probably Short story This story is purely out of my fantasy, the characters are created from my own personal likings and imagination, I have only used BTS names and appearances, whatever personality is pictured in this story is out of my own imagination. The story contains graphic depictions of violence and character's death, I am not going to inform you in advance for any shocking scene, since I believe I am spoiling the chapter, you have been warned. Last but not least, English is not my mother language, so if you see any grammatical or typo mistake please let me know kindly. Thank you from the depth of my heart, Enjoy your reading!
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BTS FF Jeon Jungkook ‼️mature content & sensitive topics She just wanted a restaurant to make her dream come true whereas he wanted trouble. - "Hey... baby, why are you crying?" He softly ran his hand down my upper arm before bringing it back up and kissing the side of my sweaty head. I shifted onto my back and he moved his hand to glide through the top of my hair as his eyes scanned over my face, which was slightly lit up by the lamp on his side of the bed. "Was it the bad dream again?" I shook my head. "Then why are you crying?" "It was a good dream... a really good dream." I whispered, tears still evident in my eyes.

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