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          	Another day, another story—another world where love is soft, untouchable, and just a little bit tragic. Where Taehyung's eyes hold galaxies, and Jungkook's hands tremble between wanting and letting go.
          	
          	In my imagination, they exist outside of time, in stolen glances and late-night whispers, in songs that never fade and fingertips tracing unsaid words. Here, love isn’t a battlefield—it’s a slow dance in the dark, a promise hidden in a sigh.
          	
          	Reality can be cruel, but in my stories, they always find their way back to each other. And maybe that’s enough to keep me breathing.....
          	
          	
          	
          	

jimicxztf

Would you like to check out my story Sweet Rain ☔☔   thank you 

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ccoffielatte_

Plssss ,,, i just open Wattpad to read ur story fractured vows !hehe .....
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ccoffielatte_

@jimicxztf ....u reach to right person , right time hehe !! remember kayyy from gc ?? That's me omg 
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ccoffielatte_

          
          Another day, another story—another world where love is soft, untouchable, and just a little bit tragic. Where Taehyung's eyes hold galaxies, and Jungkook's hands tremble between wanting and letting go.
          
          In my imagination, they exist outside of time, in stolen glances and late-night whispers, in songs that never fade and fingertips tracing unsaid words. Here, love isn’t a battlefield—it’s a slow dance in the dark, a promise hidden in a sigh.
          
          Reality can be cruel, but in my stories, they always find their way back to each other. And maybe that’s enough to keep me breathing.....
          
          
          
          

ccoffielatte_

          
          It’s happening. The kind of thing I used to whisper to the stars, hoping they’d listen. I’m writing my first book. Chapter by chapter, piece by piece, like threading moonlight through a needle.
          
          I feel everything at once—thrilled, terrified, like a girl in a dream who just realized she can fly. What if my words aren’t enough? What if they are? The thought makes my heart skip, like hearing my favorite song in an empty diner at midnight.
          
          I want it to feel like summer nights that never end, like old Hollywood kisses and letters never sent. I want someone to read it and feel understood, the way a song finds you at the right time.
          
          Maybe I’m romanticizing it too much. But isn’t that the whole point?
          
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          Anywaysss  ,, next chapter is on the way ♡