I think everyone should have a bastard they’re emotionally attached to. no fixing, just you watching your fav go absolutely off the rails and enjoying every second of it.
«I could fix him» this, «I could make him worse» that. I could accept him for the bastard he is and watch the inevitable, catastrophic consequences of his actions unfold before him like a red carpet paving the road to Hell.
*(Sneak Peak)* (Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)
Summary: Namjoon has royally fucked up but luckily the pack has a place to go.
Tags: non-verbal episodes/coming out of non-verbal episodes, insomnia, discussions of hate/self hate, verbal fights, References to PTSD, hurt/comfort, implied little space, discussion of sexual dynamics, BDSM, Sex toys, Crack, Fluff, references to trans characters, internalized misgendering,
W/c: 11.0k
A/n: ah here we go! sorry it took a little longer than i thought it would! there is a hurricane hitting where i live tomorrow, so i’m getting out a smaller chapter just in case i loose power for a few days!
Previous part — Masterlist
Part 13: Moving Day
Namjoon waits, Jin finishes the dishes. And only when he’s done and drying his hands meticulously on a cloth does he speak, slow and carefully, like he’s choosing his words the way a butcher would a knife.
“Jimin and Tae went to go rent a moving van, Jungkook is picking up some boxes and trash bags, and Hobi is making some space for our stuff at Yoongi’s house before Jungkook picks him up. I managed to talk down our Landlord; he’s agreed to set up our tenants in another unit temporarily. But we have until tomorrow morning to move out completely. And no- if you’re wondering- you asking Yoongi to let us move in does not qualify as fixing the absolute cluster fuck of a situation that you created.”
His voice gets acidic towards the end but Joon waits- Jin isn’t done speaking. his next words are calmer- softer when he eventually continues.
He swallows down his disappointment, and maybe that’s what hurts the most, at his core- Jin is more disappointed in him than anything else. Jin doesn’t need to break things when he can do it so unintentionally with words.
“I know it’s supposed to be us vs. The problem but this is one that you’ve created for us Joon, something completely avoidable. What the fuck where you thinking?” Namjoon opens his mouth but Jin holds up a hand, shaking his head swiftly. “never mind actually- I don’t think it matters.”
He sighs, the tenseness going out of his shoulders minutely, not enough for Joon to feel truly forgiven. He waits, at attention. Guilt raking through him leaving his chest feels raw, tearing up his roots. His breathes doing deep in the way that it does when the alpha is trying not to cry.
“I want you to know that I’m mad at you, I probably will be mad at you for a little while,” Jin sighs, jamming the heal of his hand into his eyes to stem the threat of tears. his next breath is shakier than namjoon expects.
“but I still love you, and this doesn’t change that.”
Coming Monday August 23rd @ 5pm EST (Time Zone Adjustments below)
-summary: Min Yoongi is your new protection detail upon your return to your father's side after being sent away during a bloody gang war. Now the dust has settled, you've been called back to your old controlled life, and leaving you an unwilling participant in your family's plans. You don't know what they are but you are no longer willing to be the obedient, protected daughter. You don't really care in the least of it makes Yoongi's new assignment hell on earth- So you'll carve your own life out back home on your own terms.
-rating: r - later scenes nc-17
-pairing: min yoongi x reader
-word count: 3.4K - pretty sure they start to double in size soon 🤫
-warnings: swearing, gang activities includes drug mention and eventual drug use, the slowest of burns, organized crime, toxic af family dynamics, eventually family abuse (father initiated) (not in this act but be aware) violence, blood, graphic descriptions of torture, and graphic sex scenes will be included in this work.
-authors note: this has finally made the journey over to tumblr. I originally posted this on AO3. This chapter is not beta read- @chelsea-chee hadn’t blessed me yet. This act brought her to me and I’m so thankful. I love this fic and I hope you enjoy reading.
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The air that whipped freely across the runway did nothing for your hair as the wind blew around the empty dead space of the private airport. You had landed in Incheon only an hour ago before you had been hustled to the lonesome craft to ship you back to Busan. ‘Ship’ you thought as if you were a good to be ran top conveyor belts and tossed from truck to truck until you were dropped at the appropriate doorstep 2nd day air.
It made sense, but honestly the goods from a random online shopping spree were probably desired then you. The fact that you were summoned from your New York City apartment couldn’t be promising.
The blast of air caused a near violent quick convulsion through your limbs. You ticked your head to the side to try and shake it off, rolling your shoulders as you carefully ran a hand down the railing. ‘1,2,3,4,5,6’ you mused as counted the stairs as your nude heels made purchase, you finally placed a shoe on the tarmac. Back on Korean soil.
6 steps made your heart speed in a way that it hadn’t in 6 years.
Your time in New York had been a dream beyond what you had ever allowed yourself to imagine while growing up in the quiet, lonely house. Not a home, just a house, not wanting for worldly goods but starved for experience. You had two assigned men while you lived in the States, and who remained on high alert for the first twelve months, but as your daily routine had fleshed out to be simple and non exciting, they allowed you space to breathe you had never experienced. You maintained a social status that kept you above the hoi polloi, and the company was always select, most importantly, never dirty.
Good thing socialites that couldn’t really explain what their parents did, due to lack of understanding, interest, or unwillingness were a dime a dozen in NYC. With tech start-ups, new money flowing, stocks and bonds ever changing, many faces came and went into the circles as well. Sometimes the money dried up as quickly as it had catapulted them into the chic brunch establishments, shopping on Fifth, and facials at the Mandarin Oriental.
The rotating circle of friends was always vetted, and your handlers digging never produced anything remarkable. Ideal really for someone that was technically sent to a country to avoid the turf war that had broken out in your country of origin. Korea was being painted red with the results, and as the only living offspring of the family, it wouldn’t do for your corpse to be found as another casualty. A trophy for the perpetrating organization.
You understood the motives behind your father sending you away, even though you had never had true grooming to take over as the head, you were useful. You were far from disposable. The answer as to why you were summoned back, was another thing entirely. It eluded you, each theory was a further and further stretch from what you could reason into reality.
The wind forced your long hair to wrap around your face in a way that had your hand immediately raking into your crown to force it back, holding the locks back and glancing around from the half a second of obstructed vision. This was not something you missed...the insane hyper awareness. You had already counted 4 visible men other than the flight crew and your ever constant double detail. “Miss, please enter the vehicle on the left side, you’ll be transported now. We’ll fetch your bags.” The words floated from a man that you recognized from your childhood.
“Nice to see you too, Jung-Ho. Still the same as ever.” Your voice was almost drowned out from all the noise caused by the quick transfer that was being enacted around you, you almost wished you could hear the reassuring click of your heels. They at least made you feel more like the bad ass you façade as.
The mans tan and prematurely lined face tightened with obvious disapproval as he opened the door for you to duck your head into, you swung your Celine bag in first, and unceremoniously flopped into the leather interior heaving a sigh that would rival any 14 year old’s after having her phone taken away. You shut your eyes. T
he air from the hours of air travel had dried absolutely every part of you out, and the slight water and sting came as you rested your head back against the headrest.
Jung-Ho slipped into the front passenger, the driver stock still and continued to idle until Jung-Ho glanced around the airfield and quickly typed a text into his boxy burner phone. “Go.” he rumbled and you saw his hand shift up to his side, resting a hand there naturally. “You have a good flight?” he finally asked, tilting his head to you in question and you scoffed.
“I was hustled to JFK to be swept back into this fuckery, I missed the massage appointment I had scheduled, and I had to sit through 16 hours of air travel. Tell me, my friend, what makes you think I would be in a mindset to call the flight ‘good’?” You said languidly, the side of your lip curling up slightly in distaste as you huffed again. Jung-Ho didn’t look offended, or surprised.
“Well the US didn’t change you did it?” he said dryly and you raised an eyebrow.
“Jung-Ho, I had a life, much better than what I had here.” you grumbled, cracking an eye open to cast in his direction, he turned back to the front, and you allowed your eyes to unstick themselves all the way. His jaw ticked slightly at that, but he didn’t bother responding, you were sure nothing polite he could say, but you tended to have that effect on people. You supposed if you ever had to apply to a job, you could put ‘Able to cause deep seeded irritation in any person.’
The next 20 minutes passed in silence, but you had to admit, the driver they had assigned to this drive was enough to make it enjoyable. Saying he was easy on the eyes was an understatement, he had features that put any actor to shame, a sloping jawline framing delicate features that whatever higher power did exist obviously spent a few extra minutes bestowing. Broad shoulders and long arms, the black suit jacket he wore made it clear he had a lithe but masculine figure. Shit, you could tell that while he was sitting...and you were in the backseat.
“What’s your name, handsome?” you finally breathed and the only sign of his registering your question was a thick eyebrow disappearing into his black fringe.
“Kim Seokjin.” he said shortly in response and the clipped but not unfriendly tone left no room for further discussion, he was concentrating on the streets, his eyes were almost...overly aware of every other car on the road this late. You had already noticed how they flitted, landed on license plates and scanned the sidewalks. This late, people were driving slightly more reckless than usual, and he seemed unaffected, driving the town car and also driving with everyone else’s actions in mind.
It was slightly unnerving.
You pursed your full lips slightly and your nose scrunched slightly. “You’re one of those wheel-men, huh, no distractions.” you said your tone dripped with disdain, the role you grew up in coming back to you easy as inhaling.
“The kind that always arrives alive, sure.” he said sharply and you couldn’t help as your head tilted in a surprised twitch. Jung-Ho looked pleasant for the first time the entire trip.
Finally you turned onto the familiar city street, approaching the dark stretch of multistory brick buildings, approaching the middle of the block, the figures of men and women walking down the sidewalk, some talking on phones, some in small groups. Normal traffic to an outsider. You knew every one of these pedestrians would walk in an assigned route for the next few hours in the area, before someone relieved them and they walked the same steps, with a different cover.
Cameras were great, but there was something your father loved about having bodies on the street.
Finally Jung-Ho nodded to Seokjin and stepped back to open your door, “Welcome home.” he said slightly gruffly as you stepped out, your hand was gripping your purse as it hung at your side enough to cause a cramp. Maybe you had too much vodka on the airplane, and not enough water. You took quick steps to the front door and the door swung open to allow you through just as your feet touched top of the stairs, and you stepped over the threshold, back to your old life.
The townhouse you found yourself in was a far cry from the isolated, quiet upbringing you had experienced. Men in suits inclined their heads to Jung-Ho as they strode to their destinations inside the home as you both made your way to the back of the building, heading to the private elevator as you glanced around to absorb the interior of your ‘Home’.
“So we’re still in the 70’s I suppose.” You breathed as you scanned the wood paneled walls. Jung-Ho didn’t bother answering your rhetorical question, just pausing before the gold door of the lift, typing numbers into a keypad and pressing the lower button before the doors slid open. You took it as a chance to continue, “Hopefully the elevators have been inspected since they did a remodel. The keypad is easily added...if I die in their rusty carnival ride it would be such a waste.”
“Miss Y/N you’ll be fine. We have it inspected. And it’s newer then you might think. Your father pays for more than just that alligator skin bag you’re carrying.” He said smoothly, holding the door for you to enter, finally letting slight irritation creep into his voice.
The thought that he was close to cracking made a smug smile tease your lips as you entered, feigning a sign as you slouched against the wall furthest from him. “Are you going to spill why I’m back here Jung-Ho? I was at least out of everyone’s hair in New York.” You purred glancing at your manicured nails, painted your favorite shade of lilac.
“We’re on our way to see your father.” He said shortly staring straight at the door as the light above the sliding doors displayed ‘LL’ and the doors slid open to show a bare concrete hallway and you raised your eyebrows.
“This is bleaker than I remember. Should probably send the designer down here first.” You mused as you stepped out first almost with a flounce as you walked towards the heavy door at the end of the hall.
Jung-Ho sighed again in exasperation, “One moment.” He breathed, taking his hand from the pocket of his slacks and typing in another code on the small black keypad that beeped twice in confirmation and it slid open slowly, revealing the spacious office behind it with a soft groan.
As you stepped in you felt your body prick with the realization of your role in this world you belonged to. The soft oaky smell of a cigar, the sharp smell of spearmint as a top note of the plush office space, and your fathers intimidating sitting at the head of the room, an slew of CCTV feeds off to his left, and the patriarch pushed himself to his feet quickly, surprising you in the action. Since when did he stand to greet you?
“Darling, how are you?” He mused stepping round the desk and spreading his arms for you to come in for a hug.
You slowly stepped into them, back slightly rigid, “I mean, I was doing very well in the states. I don’t really understand…” you grumbled and he rested a large calloused hand on top of your head, your lip curled in annoyance, it had been almost a day, but you had gotten a blow out for god’s sakes.
The heavy weight stayed on top of your head as he leaned down to drop a tight kiss on your forehead. “Still beautiful as ever!” He finally said louder than his last statement, dropping his hands and clapping them brusquely.
“Why am I back? I said I was doing well, so why?” You repeated, not forgetting that he never replied to the original query.
Your father huffed slightly and dropped into his chair, and you didn’t miss that he did not wave at one of the chairs in front of his desk. “Well, Y/N, you were so upset when you left, I thought you’d be-”
Your retort was flowing out of you, effectively cutting him off before you could stop yourself, “That was SIX years ago. I had at least some freedom there! Here I’ve been herded like cattle with no idea why I’m even back on this continent.” The words came out sharper then you intended, but you hadn’t spoken to your father much in your time away, and the little respect you had always shown him had been leached from you. No one talked like that in America.
He steeples his fingers and leaned back in the leather chair, an eyebrow twitching up, “You’re more valuable here. I have the feeling things will change, you studied abroad. You’ll be of use here.” he said with a razor efficiency that put your previous sharpness to shame. It made the beginning of a flush creep up your face. You would always be a child to him, you knew that, parents and all that, but some parents had a small semblance of acknowledgement for their adult children right?
“D-Dad? I don’t know if I can just go back to the other house now that I’m...you know- an adult.” You grumbled sounding more put out than you wanted to. But you couldn’t restrain it anymore.
“Oh don’t worry, you may not have the same freedoms altogether as in the States, you're too well known here, but you will be able to have a life. Interactions, experiences, when you were growing up it was just too volatile. It’s calmed down for now and has for a few years. The family is growing with very few roadblocks currently.” he mused and nodded to Jung-Ho.
The older man was standing next to the large door frame, eyes nearly glazed as he zoned out to avoid encroaching on the verbal volley happening in front of him, but the look quickly disappeared as he stepped out of the room and motioned with his hand. A figure straightened away from where he had lounged against the wall in the hallway to enter the office.
“He will be your detail while you’re here.” Your eyes had been trained on your father trying to riddle out what he could possibly mean by you being useful and having a shred of freedom. Your eyes finally snapped up to the newcomer, your jaw slackened slightly before you turned back to your father.
“He's a damn street rat of yours! How the hell is he going to be my detail?! If you want me dead-”
“ENOUGH!”
The word your father had abruptly roared rang through the room and you felt your fist clench tightly, your other hand that dangled your bag curled up into your chest, moving the bag in front of your body- for safekeeping.
“You know damn well if I wanted you dead I wouldn’t be putting up with this disrespectful bullshit of yours, and you also know good and FUCKING well I’ve listened to it this long! Yoongi was a kid when he did that work for me, he’s been with this family. He trained in close range combat, and he’s a great shot. There’s also not a sharper pair of eyes when it comes to his surroundings. You’re lucky I am putting him on you, when he could be staunching the fucking hemorrhage of money you fucking bleed out of me, or stopping another coup.” He finished in a tone that was so cold you turned your head to the side, not willing to look in the dark haired young man's direction, or in your father's direction either.
“Which also, that brings up the next point, cut down on the fucking spending, Y/N.” Your father was red in the face, and irritated, his tell the twitching fingers on the arm of the leather chair, the smooth surface was visibly worn on the edge where they typically rested. “I allowed it while you were gone, we’re not strapped, but I am sick of looking at the bills every month. I had to hire an fucking suit just to look after your expenses.” he growled and waved his hand to the door with force. “Yoongi is with you, all times except in this house, work out the fine print between yourselves, but he’ll be reporting in regularly to me and contacting me if you’re making his job harder than dealing with you already is. Out”
You didn’t want to do it, but you felt the painful prick that started in the bridge of your nose and spread up to your eyes in...frustration? Embarrassment? You weren’t sure what but it was enough for you to tilt your head back slightly and bark out a laugh. You found solace in your dramatic display of spinning and marching out into the hall, noting that Jung-Ho stayed back. Your new shadow was feet behind you as you slammed your hand into the up button next to the elevator, but nothing happened.
You stared for a few seconds before jamming your thumb into the button rapidly before a smooth deep voice behind you offered “If you step to the side I can enter the pin you need to call the elevator.” He nearly scoffed.
You tilted your head up and to the side, nearly sniffing like a children’s book character, “Great. I want to go to bed.” You hissed side stepping so he could reach out large pale hands to quickly type in the code. At least he pressed the up button for you to save a little dignity.
As soon as the door opened you jumped in, and Yoongi followed in. “Welcome back, Y/N. You grew up.” He said smoothly, not looking at you and you whipped your head towards him so fast you tweaked your neck.
“Fuck you, Min.” He chuckled lowly in response, head drooping and shaking out his hair.
“Look, I don’t know why you hate me. We were kids back when we knew each other. Now it's my job is to make sure you’re safe. Your father set aside a floor of the house for you, I’m staying in the room next to yours. Just didn’t want you to freak out when we get off and I follow you. We also need to go over-”
Your shriek of protest rang through the small space and he winced, cat like eyes narrowing tightly. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”
“Is there a better way for me to be close to you while respecting your privacy?” he grumbled, following you as you stepped out of the elevator, and you noticed, even though he hadn’t pressed anything other than the pin or the up button, you found yourself on another floor then you had entered. So your father had truly bothered to upgrade that shit box but not the fucking interior. Great.
“I’m 24 I don’t need a babysitter. Much less a live in babysitter. A maid would have done just fine.”
“Do you forget what your father does to pay for all your pretty things, Princess?” the mocking purr was enough for your eyes to flit over to him as his longer strides carried him in front of you easily. “You’ll let me know your daily schedule and I’ll stay as far away from you as I deem safe at the moment. Deviations in the schedule are unavoidable, but try not to be as much of an impulsive wreck as we heard you were in New York. I am not trying to deal with your instability and the fit you’re going to throw since he brought you back here.” his words were cold but steady and smooth, the truth in them made you bristle immediately, as you reached for the door he partially blocked.
“Didn’t you hear me the first time? Fuck you, Min.”
You stepped around him into your new bedroom, and swung the door shut with a flick of your wrist.
Plot: You wake up to find your boyfriend still isn’t home, so you decide to go and make sure he’s okay, which ends up in you both being more thank okay.
You checked your watch for the 13th time, 2:43am, the last time you checked it was 2:42am. You sighed and rolled over in your bed facing the door, Suga should be home by now. You checked your phone to see was there any texts from him saying he would be extra late, but there wasn’t any.
You sighed again and left the warm comfort of your bed, you pulled on some sweat pants and throwing on one of Suga’s shirts, leaving your bra on the floor and putting on a hoodie you left your apartment you shared with your boyfriend.
It wasn’t a rare moment when Suga stumbled in late at night exhausted from working so hard, but never this late and if he did he would have texted you saying not to wait up.
You stepped into BigHit’s building, one hand carrying bags filled with packed food and the other scrolling through your phone. You greeted the security guard, smiling as you went into the elevator.
Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi
Chapter Summary: After the photoshoot you and Yoongi decompress
Previous Chapter here
AN: SO FLUFFY UGH
You slunk back to the elevator and just stood there for a second. What a weird day. You pulled out your phone to double check your work schedule and saw a message from Yoongi.
YG: I ordered pizza.
You smiled.
YN: Oh yeah? Did you order enough to share?
YG: *Eyeroll*
YN: :D Where is this food? Apartment? Studio?
YG: Apartment. Photoshoots wear me out.
You pushed the button for the 18th floor. Other people got on and off as you made your way there; it was the end of the work day for most of the hourly staff. You finally arrived at your stop and headed left.
You opened the door and took off your shoes, immediately noticing the delicious odor of bread and hot cheese filling the air. You had been running around all day and just now realized, other than a few carrots, you hadn’t eaten today.
“Oh my God thank you so much.” You declared as you walked into the kitchen. You eyed the box sitting on the counter and looked around for Yoongi. “Helllooooooo?”
“Good. I’m starving.” You saw him rise up like a reanimated corpse from the couch.
“You didn’t have to wait on me.” You reprimanded, even though you thought it was incredibly thoughtful. Yoongi just shrugged and walked into the kitchen.
You opened the box and handed him a plate.
“I have no idea if you ‘ll like this.” He said as he took some pieces.
“I like food. My favorite food is the food in front of me.” You took the plate over to the table, going back for some water.
Yoongi followed suit, quieter than normal.
“You ok?” You asked.
“Yeah, just tired. Photoshoots take so much more energy.” He collapsed down into the chair.
The air was filled for silence for several minutes as the two of you stuffed your faces. Finally, you worked up the nerve to ask, “Sooooooo……did you know Bongcha was asking you out or are you oblivious?”
Yoongi looked up, shaking the bangs out of his face. “I knew. But what should I say to her? “No I don’t want to go out with you” and ruin her day? Upset her at work? It would make things awkward for both of us. Nah. Just request another stylist for a few months.”
You pursed your lips together in thought. “Why not just date her though? She’s cute. You guys get along. Why go through this whole elaborate contract scenario?” You gestured to yourself.
Yoongi sighed. Ugh he had been dreading you asking him about the contract. Things had been going so normal. He thought, stupidly, maybe he could just never think about it again. Of course with Namjoon and BPD up his ass he knew that was unlikely. He realized he had been quiet for too long. “Look, If I actually dated someone I worked with and then it didn’t work out, imagine the fallout. The scandal. The wasted time. Plus then I’d have to go on dates and stuff. I’m busy.”
You rolled your eyes “We went to a diner the other night. And the grocery store."
Yoongi blinked his eyes and stuffed more food in his mouth. “Not dates.”
You scowled. "You spent all Sunday driving a van and putting up with my family’
Yoongi chewed, taking as much time as possible to think of a response. “Yeah but I did that because I wanted to.”
You rolled your eyes, “You’re a weirdo “
"Says the girl who signed a contract to marry a guy she didn’t know. And who doesn’t eat their pizza crust. Are you 5 years old?”
“Crust is gross. Anyways. I’m a very good judge of character, I will have you know.” You pouted at having been admonished over your crust preferences.
the throne demands so much. is the king prepared to give?
pairing: joseon king!yoongi x reader
genre: angst, drama, a little something more
words: 2.3k
contains: bravery.
moonlit throne index. this is drabble 29. start from the beginning?
“Go on then.”
Across the table, the king settles into a wooden chair, his robes spread imposingly across the arms as if it were his rightful throne. There’s a spread of dinner dishes before you in silver bowls, all your favorites, and yet you can’t quite bring yourself to eat when he’s staring at you so fervently.
Ya no quiero nada que ver contigo, se acabaron las oportunidades, tú no vas a cambiar. No te importa nada que no sea tu bienestar, eres egoísta. Y no existe espacio en mi vida para una persona tan miserable como tú.
Porque aunque fuera simple hacerlo, negarlo sería como extinguir el amor que le tenía con sólo un soplido de su boca.
¿Cómo podría mirarse en sus ojos algún día, si lo convertía en una mentira? Cuando después de todo, él era la única verdad que conocía.
Subió su mirada y encontró esos ojos sabios que le preguntaban negando lo que ya sabían.
-Sí, lo amo. Respondió desnuda de toda duda.
Es que en ese momento, de sus labios no se escapaban sólo palabras, se liberaba ella misma, haciendo de ese amor una realidad compartida, haciéndolo verdad más allá de ellos, más allá del tiempo. Ya que de esa verdad, vestiría su sonrisa en los ojos, por el resto de su vida.
“Y el día que me dejes de querer, por favor, solo dilo. No importa cuán estúpida sea la razón, de hecho, no me debes explicaciones, pero por favor, nunca estés a mi lado por lástima.”
Porque sabia que era el final, te bese, te abrace, tome tu cabello entre mis manos, por que sabia que ya no seriamos nada, fui tuya porque sabia que iba a perderte.
“Encandilado por su belleza, se hizo esclavo de sus deseos, por ella enterró todo lo que lo hacia único. Se transformo en un accesorio mas para su vida, que luego termino tirando a la basura. Creyó que estaba destinado a ahogarme entre los restos de un falso amor y cerveza barata. No podía reaccionar, su mente no era nada sin el corazón, solo le quedaba desaparecer y nunca volver. Ya no recuerda su olor ni el sonido de su voz, ahora es un alma libre que busca una oportunidad para demostrar que no es uno mas, que no es un accesorio, si no que puede ser lo mejor que se le puede cruzar a alguien en la vida.”
Vuelvo al mismo momento de meses atrás cuando no te conocía, tristeza, ansiedad y soledad. Todos esos males contigo se despejaron, igual que nosotros estos días, por falta de interés nos despejamos, cada uno por su lado y otra vez como simples desconocidos y me vale mierda como esté escrito esto, si tiene algún sentido o no, pero se acabó antier y estoy triste y drogado y en este momento me vale mierda todo.
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