Seokjin's eyebrows furrowed, staring at the comment.
@hanateehee STOP THINKING LIKE THAT CHILD. I DONT KNOW WHO YOU ARE, AND IT DOESNT EVEN MATTER ANYMORE. YOU ARE NOT GOING TO 'WING' IT. I DONT CARE IF YOURE HURT BECAUSE OF A GIRL, WHICH PRACTICALLY SEEMS UNLIKELY BECAUSE IDOLS ARE RARELY ALLOWED TO HAVE RELATIONSHIPS, AND I DONT KNOW WHY TF PEOPLE STILL THINK ITS A GIRL YOURE FUSSING ABOUT CAUSE ITS NOT. YOURE HURT CAUSE YOU FEEL LIKE YOU DONT BELONG AT ALL, THAT YOU ARE WORTHLESS. BUT LET ME TELL YA AND YA HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME. YOU ARE WORTH MORE THAN WHAT YOU THINK. IT DOESNT MATTER IF WE DONT KNOW YOU BUT IF YOU GIVEN THE RESPONSIBILITY TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR YOUNGERS, YOU STILL HAVE A PURPOSE IN THIS WORLD. SO STOP THINKING AND EMBRACING YOUR OWN DEMONS. PLEASE.
Licking his lips, he sighed. The comment was so intimidating yet he could see someone type it. He could envision who typed it. Hoping he was just being paranoid, he inwardly prayed he was wrong.
"Seokjin ssi,"
Seokjin met eyes with their manager, Sejin.
"Yes, hyung?"
"What's going on?"
YOU ARE READING
bts pt.2 // kim seokjin //
Fanfictionread ig // kim seokjin // before this what happened behind the scenes. curse words, sensitive themes and triggering phrases: you have been warned started: 20181231 ended: 20190218 **not to take seriously
