『 "ʀᴜɴ ʀᴀʙʙɪᴛ ʀᴜɴ"』 『 "ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀʀɴ ʏᴏᴜ"』 『 "ɪᴛ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ"』 ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙, 𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙞𝙣 •𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣• 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙖𝙣. ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ ᴍᴀɪɴ sʜɪᴘ : ᴛᴏᴘ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ 「most impressive ranks」 #top tae 1 # policeau 1 # coworkers 2 # mystery thriller 1 #bottomjungkook 2 #bottomkook 2

"Loving you is art and your body is my canvas." ❝Wherein a portraitist who seems to have lost his love for art meets an ethereal young boy with stars in his eyes in a city full of secrets. A tale of bliss and tragedy, death and misfortune, but most importantly, two lovers, finding each other when they needed it most, and whose love wasn't meant to bloom... or was it?❞ cover by @reephoria ✖ DO NOT copy/plagiarize this story ✖

Jungkook loves dancing, has so since he was little. When he got the opportunity to work under a well-known company as a backup dancer, how could he ever decline that offer. There was one rule, do not talk to Kim Taehyung, the famous singer. The raven thought that was the easiest rule ever, but turns out he when further then just talking to him, he fell in love with him.

Ravenshire Estate, Albury, 1842 Kim Taehyung, The Earl of Surrey, is trapped in a marriage that has already ended. Only a child keeps it from breaking entirely. When his wife commissions a painting of the two of them, he assumes it is nothing more than a formality. Perhaps even a farewell. Then Rosalind D'Angelo arrives. An Italian artist. Arrogant. Frustrating. Intriguing. Attractive. Beautiful. Melancholic. She is full of colour in ways he has never known. He does not understand what she sees in him. But for the first time, he begins to wonder what it might mean to feel. This is the story of a colourblind man falling in love with an artist.

一 they say love is pain. well darling, let's hurt tonight. ﹏ 𝐭𝐨𝐩!𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦!𝐭𝐚𝐞 [completed]

Hongjoong knew the moment he awoke; he that knew today was the day. His twenty four hours. °°° The body which had been his for over twenty five years suddenly seemed peculiar to use. Memories suffused his mind, memories he thought had been long lost. As - in his memories - he passed through the waters of birth, ocean waves brushed over his feet. He pushed forward against the sea, taking step after step farther into the ocean's current. He allowed himself to be still, to stop fighting, and he saw that man below the waves with him. Quiet. Everything was so quiet.

Thoughts of a bleeding mind. Sometimes, the darkest thoughts swirl to become the most beautiful dance when woven into words. To write calms me. Perhaps someone will know these feelings.

마법. A thing of the past. Some place of dangerous simpletons in the Taebaek Mountains. Uneducated. Archaic. Mabeobians, simply put, are unnecessary to modern society. But Jongho isn't a fan of so-called "modern society." He isn't a fan of the toll it takes daily on his family. He isn't a fan of the depression he slips deeper into with each passing thought. So, perhaps, leaving his known world behind and heading for this strange place in the mountains is Jongho's final cry, not for attention, but for sanity. Jongho cannot survive - neither his mind nor the woods - alone. (The help of a little enchantment is appreciated, too.) ~•~ "Have you ever tried a pomelo?" Yunho asks. "Of course," Jongho replies with a roll of his eyes. "My baby sister is obsessed with them." "Well you haven't tried these pomelos." Yunho digs his thumbs into the fruit's thick skin. Jongho finally understands Yeosang's obsession with the older's hands. Jongho gulps. Because the fruit looks so delicious. Of course. He watches as Yunho peels the rind away to find deep red flesh peeking from inside. ~•~

What did the stars think of the creation of humanity? A short story of fourteen billion years.

"Yeosang," Yunho starts, "I would give anything to go back and tell Jongho to come to me, to tell him I forgive him and love him, that I was never even upset with him. So go to Seonghwa. Now." °°° "Do you love him?" Yeosang looked up, shocked. "I- of course I love him." "And does he love you?" He scoffed, "He says he does, but how could-" "No Yeosang, don't you trust him? I ask again, does he love you?" °°° Seongsang needs help. So Yeosang is sent to Yunho, who decides to tell Yeo a story.