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m.list // whatever form I take, I'll see you again. Let's meet happily at that time.

[bwima-deactivated20191230]

轉 Tear ‘Singularity’

[inuhito]

[twinklingbts]

I can’t even get through the first verse 🤬

[anisebts]

bts as stupid shit said during midterms~

Jin: “um teacher? can we, like, not?”

Yoongi: “if anyone in here is a school shooter, now is the time to start shooting please”

Namjoon: “THIS WASNT ON THE REVIEW AND IM ABOUT TO START SWINGING.”

Hosoek: *singing* “push me to the edge~ all my grades are dead~”

Jimin: “no im being deadass, if i don’t get at least a C im getting a sugar daddy-“

Taehyung: “oh i just love having a panic attack at 8:30 in the morning, i love it”

student: “That was so easy-“

Jungkook: “tHaT wAS sO eAsY, fuck out my face, you crusty-ass mayonnaise jar”

[yoonmin]

squish 

[lovemaxze]

@seokfic is so !!! pretty irene can u pls stomp on my neck thx !!

[seokfic]

STOP THAT PICTURE WASNT EVEN THAT gOOD

[lovemaxze]

IT DESERVES TO BE IN A MUSEUM “WASN’T EVEN THAT GOOD” MY A$$

[seokfic]

NO

[lovemaxze]

@seokfic is so !!! pretty irene can u pls stomp on my neck thx !!

[seokfic]

STOP THAT PICTURE WASNT EVEN THAT gOOD

[seokfic]

BTS as things my friends have said

Jin: "You guys eat like 20 pounds of food every time you come to my house. Stop"

taehyung/v: "I'm crying I think I lost my Chapstick"

Yoongi/suga: "I swear to fuck if we go outside I'll scream"

Jungkook: "Drop that shit, bitch"

Hoseok/j-hope: *screaming* "what DO YOU MEAN"

Jimin: "I HAD TO RUN THE FUCKING INTERVAL AND IM LATE BECAUSE I HAD TO FIX MY HAIR WHAT THE FUCK"

RapMon/Namjoon: "I'm going to write better songs than you. I'll be the next lady gaga"

[seokfic]

hi does anyone care abt till death do us part bc I have the next part written and I was gonna post it but

[seokfic]

hello friends a certain supporter named @jimjam-jimin doesn’t support your lovely @seokfic anymore

[seokfic]

Send me some asks regarding my fics; I have news!

[taeloquent]

Can we all just take a moment to praise the king of rap? 🙌🏻

[seokfic]

Namjoon: So. Who broke it? I’m not mad. I just wanna know.

Jimin: I did. I broke it…

Namjoon: No. No, you didn’t. Tae?

Taehyung: Don’t look at me. Look at Jungkook.

Jungkook: What?! I didn’t break it.

Taehyung: Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?

Jungkook: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!

Taehyung: Suspicious.

Jungkook: No, it’s not!

Hoseok: If it matters, probably not… but Jin Hyung was the last one to use it.

Seokjin: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!

Hoseok: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Seokjin: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Hobi!

Jimin: Alright let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Namjoon.

Namjoon: No. Who broke it?

Jungkook: [whispering] Namjoon Hyung, Yoongi’s been awfully quiet…

Yoongi: Really?!

Jungkook: Yeah, really!

…

Namjoon: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

[seokfic]

Oh my God! You are the author of Apartment 124!!! I finally found you!!! I have been searching for you for a while. Are you still writing it?

Not sure at the moment! I have a lot of other stuff going on though, and I have quite a bit written of the next chap of apartment 124. Part of me is unsure if people would still be around for it, but if you are let me know and that'll be a big part of my consideration!!

[seokfic]

Your writting is soooo good. I'm glad you're back and I hope you're doing better!!! 💕💕💕

I am! Thanks for checking up on me, I'm happy I'm back too TT

[seokfic]

sweet & easy

rated: M for mature. (s m u t) 

pairing: jikook

word count: 4.3k

Jeon Jeongguk knew who Park Jimin was. Not who he was pretending to be.

He was the boy with dark black hair and sweaters that always hung too big off of him; it was always so beautiful, and Jeongguk wishes he could see it again.

They had been in love for longer than Jeongguk can remember, lacing limbs together every chance they got, and never forgetting to spit ‘I love you’s’ in between.

Jeongguk can only remember how amazingly sweet Jimin was. In every aspect; from morning breakfasts that would wake Jeongguk up happily, to how Jimin ran his chubby fingers over the back of his neck and down the expanse of his torso.

They had Broken up not two months ago, and Jeongguk was just short of a disaster. He had laid in the bed they had both shared for hours on end, not even getting up to cook himself breakfast because it reminded him to much of the boy he loved.

And of course he still loved Jimin. And he was sure Jimin still loved him as well. But as Jeongguk had written for one of his Lang and Comp classes, All beautiful things come to an end. No matter how badly you wanted them to stay the same; no matter how much you wanted something with every single fiber in your being, they end. No matter what.

It was dumb, really- a relationship ended because of Jeongguk’s college drinking habits. He didn’t know how many times he had told Jimin he would stop, that wouldn’t let the sour tasting liquid kiss the inside of his cheeks; but he did. Over and over again, the same drink courses through his veins in an attempt to get him somewhere he wanted to be.

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[seokfic]

Till death do us part

rated: general audience 

pairing: yoonmin 

wordcount: 815

grimreaper!au

Jimin always hated the way his hair fell messily in his eyes when he slept. He hated how it tickled his outer lids and made him scratch at his eyes, rubbing them sleepily open.

He hated how his waist bruised so easily; how it always stung whenever one of the guys he had messily dragged home pushed it deep into the mattress of his sloppy apartment.

But here he stood, finally getting to the edge of a crowd; at the center a boy, with dark, messy brown hair. The same as his own. He found the sweater the boy was wearing pulled up too high, exposing blood stains and bruises on his honey smooth waist.

He had yelled something about knowing CPR; something about clearing the space until medics came. Though, he halted; pushing no longer when he noticed the features on the boy that was splayed a crossed the cement not two feet in front of him. His sweater was brown, light and fluffy; the fabric the same as his own, but on the body in front of him, laced with crimson and cuts that were delivered all over an easily bruised waist he swore he recognized.

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