[SHORT STORIES] Once upon a time, at the strike of midnight, a reader found themselves tucked underneath their blanket. The moment they started to read words of magic and fantasy, they are pulled into the realms of their beloved tales. ═════════•°• ☽ •°•═════════ Midnight Monologues ーa collection...
" stop smoking " he grabbed the cigarette i was about to light and threw it onto the ground. " but you smoke too, what's your fucking logic? " " there's something better than fucking nicotine " " oh yeah? what is it? " i eyed him cautiously. " my lips, what else? " then and right there, he crashed his lips on mine.
she dreads to get to school because of one name. ; high school au, tsundere!taehyung lmao » under edit » #4 in fanfiction on 171222
"Despite 7 million colors being visible to the human eye, and 48 of your color pencils available for you to use, why are you only using the black, white, and red ones?" I looked down and tried to think of the answer. I don't know, maybe because black is my dark days lacking you, white is all the emptiness I felt, and...