sunshiny-hobi

so hi guys, i've been dead for a while and am pretty bad at updating, but as some of you know, i'm always coming up with story ideas. so, as a solution to that, i've decided to release a oneshot book. it'd be p wicked if y'all checked it or smthn, but don't beat me. ik i haven't updated winter in yonks, but i will. i'm gonna start writing updates again and i'll try to make it so i'm not updating every three months. but, for the time being, please check out gentle.! if you have a ship and a plot that you want to see come to life, drop a request on the request bar in the book.
          	
          	thank you all and stay safe. ✿

sunshiny-hobi

so hi guys, i've been dead for a while and am pretty bad at updating, but as some of you know, i'm always coming up with story ideas. so, as a solution to that, i've decided to release a oneshot book. it'd be p wicked if y'all checked it or smthn, but don't beat me. ik i haven't updated winter in yonks, but i will. i'm gonna start writing updates again and i'll try to make it so i'm not updating every three months. but, for the time being, please check out gentle.! if you have a ship and a plot that you want to see come to life, drop a request on the request bar in the book.
          
          thank you all and stay safe. ✿

sunshiny-hobi

kekekek, okay, here's the promised teaser for "white."
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          Same white walls. Same white sheets. Same white curtains.
          
          Everything was the same.
          
          Wake up. Eat. Read. Sleep. All day every day.
          
          This has been going on for a year now. 
          
          My name is Park Jimin. My parents admitted me to this hospital, and I can’t really explain why. I’ve been here for a year, staying in my empty hospital room, staring out the window. There’s eight beds in here, but only one is occupied. 
          
          Sometimes I get up and walk around, sometimes I read. But most the time, I look out the window and watch the city before me. 
          
          I feel so empty and alone. And I feel like that so much, that tears fall down my cheeks, but I can’t really feel the sadness anymore.
          
          Today was a bit different.
          
          The doors to my room opened, and the sounds of many voices and the rustling of metal met my ears. I turned to look over at the source of the noise, expecting it to be nurses with food and medication.
          
          I was wrong.
          
          About five doctors and nurses pushed the missing bed inside, all surrounding the bed and moving it towards me. One of the doctors held a clipboard, writing stuff down, while the others locked the bed into place.
          
          My eyes drifted over to look at the bed, seeing an unconscious male resting in the bed. He had soft features, red hair and a slightly long face. I looked back to the doctor with the clipboard, staring at him curiously.
          “Mr Park.” He nodded at me, glancing back over to the other male.
          
          “Hm.” I hummed my response, glancing at the red-haired male and back at the Doctor.
          
          “This is Jung Hoseok, he’s going to be your roommate for a while.” 
          
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sunshiny-hobi

This is an actual important message for once. I swear.
          I have decided on how many chapters each book will have!
          Sweet Shop: 40 (Possible Bonus Chapters)
          Snow Day: 40 (Possible Bonus Chapters)
          Winter: 40 (Possible Bonus Chapters)
          Hold Me Close: 30 (Only because the chapters in this book are super long)
          I'm also dedicating my time to write Five Stories now, because I got a really really good idea lmao.
          The new NamJin story (My Light) will be written when Sweet Shop finishes mkey.
          But the New Story i'm starting tonight is called 'white.' and it is, once again, JiHope because JiHope is the most precious and wholesome ship ever. I'll explain it in a post later tonight!

sunshiny-hobi

Sksksksk okay okay
          So the new NamJin one will be released when I finish Sweet Shop, because yes. 
          But, since sope/yoonseok has yeeted itself hardcore into my life, I will start writing a sope one. 
          My Ideas So Far
          - Mostly normal but Instagram text based
          - Third Person most likely (unless you like my first person >w>)
          - people say yoongi is a bottom but he has dad hands so he’s gonna top fight me
          - all my stories are apartment based sO, aParTmENt *jazz hands*
          - and idk
          Butttt, I got somewhat of a story start here so:
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          New Message Request: RayOfHope26
          
          Yoongi brushed a hand through his hair and stared at the screen blankly, confused to why he had a new message request. No one ever messaged him on Instagram. He slid his finger across the screen, unlocking his phone to open the message. 
          
          RayOfHope26: Hey! I know you must get hundreds of messages all the time, but I really wanted to tell you that the picture of you playing the piano was actually beautiful! 
          
          Accept Conversation? 
          
          [Yes]•         [No]
          
          AgustD: I, uh, thank you. If I’m honest, you’re the first person to actually message me about my pictures. 
          
          RayOfHope26: You’re kidding, aren’t you?
          
          AgustD: sadly, no.
          
          RayOfHope26: I guess people don’t understand beauty when they see it.
          
          AgustD: you really like it? 
          
          RayOfHope26: Of course! It’s so amazing and meaningful. 
          
          AgustD: wow, thank you
          
          RayOfHope26 is typing...
          
          Yoongi looked away from his phone, the smallest smile planted on his lips.