Misoyeo

Just saying to the very few that will read this, i write here mainly to have a place to story my content.
          	But my full potensial writing is on https://archiveofourown.org/users/JinAe
          	
          	Most likely after i finish the Pretty boy story i will not post on here anymore‍♀️ Idk...
          	
          	I posted on archive mostly because my friends are on here... and i didn’t really want them to see my other writing but idc anymore, they can think what they want. I provide the content people will read and what i myself is ok by writing. Judge me how ever you want ;)

Misoyeo

Just saying to the very few that will read this, i write here mainly to have a place to story my content.
          But my full potensial writing is on https://archiveofourown.org/users/JinAe
          
          Most likely after i finish the Pretty boy story i will not post on here anymore‍♀️ Idk...
          
          I posted on archive mostly because my friends are on here... and i didn’t really want them to see my other writing but idc anymore, they can think what they want. I provide the content people will read and what i myself is ok by writing. Judge me how ever you want ;)

Misoyeo

And here is a little of the Namjin one :) ‘Through the lens’
          
          
          
          Seokjin found what he needed and dressed. As he pulled the green hoodie over his head he didn’t pull it all the way.
          The light shining through it made it so cozy, and Namjoon’s addicting smell surrounded him. Closing his eyes he could envision himself sleeping in the arm crook of the rapper, a safe space he wish he could experience.
          
          Suddenly the comfortable green light disappeared and he felt his hoodie being slid down. 
          
          The elder scanned Seokjin as he just sat there to the bed silently. His lips colored with the Model’s favorite color, his lashes long falling so gently downwards and his nose so cute, centered on his skinny face.

Misoyeo

Just a little from the newest chapter of the Taekook fic - Meant to be, yet we’re not
          
          [8]
          
          Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes they soon refills with salty liquid as no trace of the elder is to object. 
          The dorm was cleaner than usual, and silenced with it’s now heavy air, contained of loneliness and despair of the younger. 
          
          His clothes laid bundled up besides the bed. Diving into the closet the younger tossed each fabric he could find behind himself messing up the room in hopes of just one little sign, just one piece of clothing he could rely on as the elder was away.
          
          “C’mon!! Just anything!! Please!” Jeongguk shouted in anger with the tears streaming down his face.

Misoyeo

Just wanted to say that... 
          Like about my stories, i am very sensitive to faults and mistakes i make. I do appreciate when people approach me and tell me what’s wrong, but please do so in a respective manner... Don’t just write it in the comments and think that it’s okay. 
          Yeah maybe i used a photo of vmin and said it was Taekook, but honestly WHO CARES! When i say in the story that it is Taekook or whatever, fu**ing use your imagination and let it be. (You can’t even see Jimin’s face so why bother to point it out...) 
          
          But enough of that... i also just wanna say thanks to the ones who is reading “Pretty Boy”. I myself is really happy about where it’s going so i’ll continue it and hopefully not ruin it...
          Just saying i am having Exams soon and also pointing out that i’m AGAIN writing 3 stories at once... oops..
          
          (If you wanna read these stories just send me a message and i’ll link them to you. It’s a Taekook and a Namjin if anyone cares)
          
          - Little sad Agie

Misoyeo

‘Summer lust’ - Need and want of the freedom i crave. The hottest sun blindingly beautiful, heat against my skin. My freedom
          
          ‘Summer’ - The time our earth smiles regardless of damage. 
          
          Oh dear dark season when will you become positive? Get a little lighter and less heavy.
          
          Rid us of our clothes we uncomfortably drown in. Let me be free once again. This winter was nice, but now let my dream be real and give me the oxygen i need. 
          
          Let me live once more...
          
          But life “once treated me worse”
          So “let’s just keep it that way”.
          
          - Lost writer