Sweet Child O' Mine

Sweet Child O' Mine

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Jimin morava em um dos bairros mais apagados de Busan, levando consigo o sonho de ser ator e lutando contra o inferno diário com seus pais em sua casa. Ganancioso, persistente e implacável, ele preferia engolir um mundo de idiotas do que choramingar e se tornar mais um idiota. Foi trabalhando como líder bibliotecário na biblioteca local que ele conheceu Jeon Jungkook, entre rodas de leituras e dentre as diversas prateleiras de livros, suspirando pelo garoto de uma aparência que Jimin particularmente venerava - fofo, óculos redondos caidos sobre o nariz avantajado, lábios sempre reprimidos e o olhar tímido e medroso. Entretanto, a vida de Jimin virou de cabeça para baixo quando ele descobriu o segredinho sujo de Jungkook. A chama se acendeu e o inferno de Jimin não ficou apenas em casa Com um sonho que corria de suas mãos, o tempo que não esperava por quem ousa de atrasar, Jimin também agora tinha como missão odiar Jungkook até o fim da vida. Porém, um amor/obsessão que vira ódio consegue ser totalmente drenado por tal sentimento, ou Jimin iria apenas se enganar em meio a olhares tortos e punhos cerrados, enquanto o corpo clama para que a chama acenda e eles queimem suas bocas num beijo implacável?
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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