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the first letter

real quick note - this is a highschool/college au, so Jungkook will be around that age! thanks for reading xx

will i fix the format later? yes. does it matter right now? no. those who know will know (idk even know so)

literally this will be so scattered lmao

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[7 months ago] - christmas

You're still not answering my last... what, trillion letters?

I slept on a chair. You told me not to sleep on couches because it's bad for my back. But guess what, I one-downed it, didn't I?

I see you rolling your eyes.

Ugh. That's not even a word. Sorry my Korean sucks-it's deteriorating the more I'm around Hyeri.

Remember when you held my hand?

Nevermind. That's irrelevant.

It just... it sucks having the role of the "mood lifter." Am I supposed to smile all the time?

Do the corner of your eyes still crinkle when you smile?

Sorry, context, yeah.

Halabuji's in the hospital. They say he has cancer. I'm in the corner typing this out so I can write it later, because the first person I thought of is you. I'm rambling. Nothing I say makes sense.

Nobody's looking for me because I'm not the favorite.

Halabuji's the centripetal force in our family.

If you can't tell, I'm getting desperate.

Fuck. Now I'm crying again.

(Ignore most of what I'm saying, I didn't write it, I promise. Not drunk though. Underage drinking. Hahahahah).

(I'll stop.)

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🌻 share a favorite line of dialogue out of context

thank you for the ask! sorry it's late haha xx

[more like favorite scene, but hope you don't mind]

“I have to go to practice,” he murmurs.

“Good. Oh, but before you go.” Before he can realize I uncap the water bottle and throw it at him, and he fumbles to catch it. The end result is beautiful. The water makes an arch and hits him directly in the face and his dyed, blue hair, him sputtering in conclusion. It smacks his nose, too, with a satisfying crack, and I can't help but snicker.

“To top it off,” I add, taking a pinch of salt from the jar, holding my wrists just right, and aiming it at him. Though he’ll think otherwise, I think I found my calling. Getting rid of demonic beings. 

“What the fuck?” He says. from: storyteller saturday (even though it's monday)