•|| M I M I ||•

Sometimes, I wish that I was the 12 year old girl back then. The one who had filed away 146 story drafts in her Apple iPod. She was much more creative and so full of spirit for writing. She wrote every second of the day and devoured books of all kind, nothing could stop her. I like to think the me of now is more settled, calm and more confident, but it makes me anxious to know that with that calm, I lost that strange spark little 12 year me had. 
          
          Where are you, little one? I'm sorry I called your writing terrible, though it lacked grace, structure and pretty adjectives, it was bursting with love and happiness and sheer excitement. It was truly beautiful to see your thoughts on paper, so choppy and uncut, so jarring and so fresh. It had a vibrant glow that no polished, clean cut, and well written story of mine could ever achieve. It was truly a work of art. 
          
          I am but a fool. I have erased, scrutinized, critiqued the same words I once called masterpieces. Your emotions ceased to exist because I was foolish, so foolish. I was so mean to you. I am sorry.
          
          With skill, with grace in writing, I've lost how to be a child. I regret so much. Those 146 drafts. Those 146 little bits of your soul, I destroyed with so little love. I replaced your mismatched lovely rainbow with monotone mature shades of beige. And how much I despise it. How little I cared for your childish love. How little I nurtured it. 
          
          And now I live to regret it. This pain, writers block, I earned it all. This confusion, this blank page, well deserved. I must suffer and see how foolish I've become. 

I'm sorry I've never been active around here. For those who stayed, thank you for being so patient. And for those who left, thank you for all the support you had given. ❤
          
          I'll try my best to upload a new chapter of Blue soon. ✨

BTS: VMin.
          
          —•✨•—
          
          Lazy days were the best, Taehyung mused quietly to himself, shifting to rest more comfortably on the couch, being careful to not rouse Jimin who was dozing lazily on his chest, like a cat underneath the sun. 
          
          He couldn't help the fond grin when the smaller raised his head to meet Taehyung's eyes, a dopey smile on plump lips. Jimin looked drunk off absolute content, happy to lay and bask in the cozy warmth. 
          
          "Hey..." Taehyung murmured, careful to not break the little bubble they shared, chest rumbling at the low hum that followed after as Jimin shifted forward to press a lazy kiss to his forehead in reply before curling up once more.
          
          Taehyung sighed, turning his head to nuzzle into the face buried at his neck, a small teasing grin enveloping his face as he parted his lips to speak.
          
          "You missed." 
          
          At the statement, Jimin made a soft noise of confusion, lifting his head again from where he had been laying it on Taehyung's shoulder to display his confusion.
          
          Long fingers gripped his chin, hold gentle, as Taehyung tilted Jimin's head upwards effortlessly, to press a full kiss to rosy lips, a small grin curling at the corners in response, eyes sleepy and hearts full. 
          
          Yes, Taehyung thought sleepily, as he wrapped his arms around the smaller once more, lazy days were the absolute best.
          
          —•✨•—

BTS: JiKook.
          
          —//—
          
          "I don't think I have ever blushed in my entire life."  
          
          The statement made Jimin lift his head from where he and Jeongguk were cuddling, staring at his boyfriend incredulously.
          
          "What nonsense are you saying, Ggukkie?" Jimin mumbled, burrowing his face into Jeongguk's chest to avoid the mock offended look the younger would definitely give him.
          
          "It's not nonsense, hyung. I don't blush." Jeongguk repeated, brows furrowing as he looked down at the other seriously.
          
          "Oh, really?..." Jimin's voice, previously sleep drunk and quiet, morphed into a sly tone, lips curling into a teasing smirk.
          
          The next second, Jeongguk found himself with a lapful of his smaller boyfriend, faces mere inches apart that he could kiss him.
          
          "Not blushing now?" Jimin questioned, voice a teasing lilt as he leaned forward to press a sweet kiss to his right cheek, a faint lipstick mark imprinted there from when Jimin was too lazy to remove his makeup.
          
          "I.. No..." Jeongguk murmured, cheeks beginning to take on a gentle shade of pink.
          
          "You're sure about that?..." Jimin giggled, kissing his left cheek, making sure to leave a lipstick mark, which was beginning to match the color of Jeongguk's heavily red ears. 
          
          "I-I'm sure..." Jeongguk stuttered, arms reaching up to cup over his now red ears, an adorable habit Jimin loved.
          
          "Positive...?" Jimin wanted to laugh at how red Jeongguk was now, choosing to place a kiss over his cute little nose. 
          
          "100 p-percent..." The younger stubbornly replied, his stutters and red face contradicting his words.
          
          "Well if you're sure, my rosy red dumpling." Jimin cooed, squishing his heated cheeks, a laugh bubbling from his throat, as he wrapped his arms around Jeongguk's shoulders to finally kiss him on the lips, sighing as the younger placed his hands on his hips to keep Jimin steady. 
          
          "You're mean..." Jeongguk huffed, breaking off the kiss to bury his face in Jimin's neck to hide his embarrassment.
          
          "You love me."
          
          "I do."
          
          —//—

BTS: YoonJin.
          
          —•❤️•—
          
          Sunlight was falling in soft shafts across the room, painting it in soft splashes of caramel, the scent of early morning dew crisp. Outside, the rumble of vehicles echoed as the city awoke from its slumber.
          
          Inside the apartment, the two were buried underneath the plethora of blankets, contentedly wrapped in their warm cocoon of sugary sweet love. So tangled with each other that it was impossible to see where one started and ended.
          
          Yoongi grumbled at the sunlight hitting his face, forcing his eyes to crack open to glare blearily at the offender. His next victim was the alarm clock that had 8:00am staring in bright green digits, a reminder of the grueling work day that was ahead of him.
          
          "I gotta go..."
          
          Beside him, Seokjin let out a murmuring groan of disapproval, instead slithering himself further around his small husband, like a petulant child, effectively caging him.
          
          "But darling, it's so cold, let me hold you for a moment longer.
          
          The smaller man huffed, however obediently reciprocating Seokjin's snake hold, burying himself into the older's broad chest, finding comfort in the scent of clean laundry and floral fabric softener.
          
          Yoongi hummed when he felt the older pepper soft kisses across his cheeks and forehead, nuzzling into him comfortably.
          
          "Are you trying to seduce me to sleep?"
          
          "Well, is it working?"
          
          Yoongi snorted, lifting his head from where he had been dozing in Seokjin's neck to press a lazy wet kiss to his cheek, the skin there flushed red from the warmth of the blankets. 
          
          "Yeah.. It is."
          
          —•❤️•—

—•✨•—
          
          "You have summoned me, mortal. What is it you wish? Although, I must remind you that the price is high."
          
          "My soul in exchange for a-anything? Yes?"
          
          "Correct, little human. Anything your heart desires. Power? immortality? Or maybe you prefer maternal objects of wealth, such as gold, fine art-..." 
          
          "A friend."
          
          "Pardon me?"
          
          "Y-you said anything, and... I-I want a friend."
          
          The Demon's eyes softened.
          
          "Consider it done." 
          
          The air was filled with electricity, sparks flying into scattered flickers of light.
          
          The Demon's lips curled into a grin.
          
          "So... Does pillow forts, pizza and Netflix sound like what best friends do?"
          
          Beside him, the human gave a shy smile in response.
          
          —•✨•—

—•—
          "Do you like the small stars or the big stars?"
          
          "Small stars."
          
          "Why's that?"
          
          "Because small stars are everywhere! Big stars are rare but small stars are wherever we look."
          
          "That's interesting..."
          
          "When you miss me, I want you to look up at the night sky and see all the small stars and be comforted by the fact that I'm always right there, wherever you are."
          
          ~ ✨❤️
          
          —•—

Thank you 2019 for the wonderful memories, Welcome 2020, I hope you have a year of love and hope for us.
          
          Happy 2020, dear Kittens. ❤️