<b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Yuta:</b> *breathes*<p/><b>Doyoung:</b> Did you hear him? Did you hear the disrespect? I don't deserve this slander! I, Kim Doyoung, do not deserve this kind of treatment and shall only be given love and respect and -<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
Summary:Once in a while when I wake up, I find myself crying. The dream I must’ve had, I can never quite remember. Yet, the sensation that I’ve lost something important always lingers for a long time…
The first chapters in a nutshell: OH MY FUCKING GOD ASDFGHJKL PLEASE SEND HELP WTF W-WHY IS PARK JIMIN 2 FEET AWAY FROM MY FACE I CANNOT NOPE NOPEDY NOPE BYE *faints*
“Jungkook-ah! ” a voice calls, interrupting my train of thoughts. “Quit sleeping! Come out already!”
“…Jungkook-ah?” I breathe.
And then it hits me.
“Th-that’s not my voice?!” I say, panic creeping into my words. “Holy shit.”
I literally slap myself in the face.
“THAT’S NOT MY FACE!” I cry out.
“What?” a few distant voices say.
“Uh…” I murmur, growing frantic. “NOTHING!” I shout back.
“This [dream] is too realistic,” I breathe.
“Uhhh…” Taehyung says, and I put my hand against his cheek.
“Way too realistic…”
Taehyung tilts his head with a slightly confused expression. “Jungkook-ah… What are you doing?”
I blink, realizing I (or my dream-self… or whatever…) am touching Kim Taehyung’s face. As if his skin had burned mine, I jump away, once again hitting my head against the hard surface of the ceiling.
“Careful!” Tae spouts, putting his hand up against my leg in an attempt to stabilize me.
The warmth of his touch agitates me even more, and I back off as far as possible, eyes wide. I feel my cheeks burn as if I had walked right into Hell (then again, the human before me is the source of many sins).
“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck,” I repeat over and over.
Dismayed and baffled, Taehyung tries to talk me out of trying to become one with the wall, but his words can’t quite reach my brain – I’m too busy being shook.
A/N: Hi, hello! This little story of mine starts of with a mix of shookethness and humor, but, I swear, there’s eventually an actual plot! I have loads of fun with this project, and although it’s a wild ride, I hope you’ll decide to give it a chance ♥
note: i am not suicidal, i just wanted to make that clear. i’m just really over everything and i’m sad.
just wanted to let you guys know that i might not be writing anything in the next week or so. i am in a very sad place right now and i don’t think you want to read anything i write while in this state. please know that i hope that i can get out of this bubble soon, but as for right now, everything i have going on is on hold.
i literally have 0 food in my house right now, and my mother is not helping in any way shape or form. all of my money has to go to my gas because i have to get to work.
i am just so frustrated and need to focus on myself right now.
SO ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS BEING THE MOST PERFECT HUMAN BEING SHE IS GOT ME A FUCKING BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH BLANKET FOR CHRISTMAS IM SCREEEEEEECHING I CANT HANDLE IT ITS SO SOFT WITH ALL MY FAVORITE PICTURES OF BEN SOMEONE HOLD ME I CANT SEND HELP ASDFGHJKL