Five times, Jeongguk knew that it was all platonic; one time, he didn't.
Jungkook’s eyes widen. “You want to take my soul?”
Taehyung makes a face, eyeing him like a bothersome bug. “Don't be ridiculous. Nobody can just take a soul from someone.” He clears his throat, one finger running over the papers spread out in front of him. “I’d like to borrow it.”
Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
11 Aug 2018
Look what I found at the beach
It’s name is Herbert
It didn’t want to go back into the sea
even though I assured it that I’m a good witch and would do it no harm
so cute and small
that’s so cute omg
also no offense
but who the hell are you?
or: Namjoon accidentally sends Jimin pictures of a small crab and that's the beginning of a friendship and maybe more.
- Part 1 of Texting Fics
This is a story, a very peculiar one, about two portraits, and how they fell in love.
Namjoon sits crossed legs on the light wood floor of his newly arranged room and considers it wordlessly. He’s proud of the work done already, of the endless shelves stuffed with books, of the cream curtains framing the large windows, of the grainy quality of the air all around. Of the peacefulness exuding from every dark corner. Of the loneliness.
There are still quite a lot of things he’s not satisfied with, though: the coffee table broke earlier, its glass plate shattering in million of tiny pieces for Namjoon’s greatest despair and he really needs a carpet near the sitting area (a plush, fluffy one. Beige? Dark red.) and he still can’t really stand his own presence but the day is still young. At least one of those things can be achieved before tonight, hopefully.
Namjoon buys an old library in the tiniest village ever, spills the secret about his magical powers, gets enrolled in a knitting club and is asked to date old women's mysterious grandsons.
Bookmarked by Kumamon_TwinStars
16 Jun 2019