in my culture,
we believe that your hair gets curly
when you fall in love.
in my culture,
loss of appetite happens as a result of
falling in love.
for a while, i didn't believe it
until,
my brown hair began scrunching up and twirling, and just like my family would say, "pelo chino"
and
i lost my appetite from watching you
stuff syrup-dipped mini pancakes and knock off chinese food with rubber-like rice in your mouth whilst you laughed with your friends
it was enough fill my stomach with a warm and twisting sensation
also known as "love"
i don't mind my now curly brown hair
and i don't mind that i don't crave
the foods i once used to.
at least,
i'm able to see you
and admire you
— the girl in your "C" lunch and AP class
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bts oneshots
Fanfictionas the name suggests, this is a bts oneshots book! requests are open and feel free to let me know through the comments or dm's, please enjoy!! ヾ(＾-＾)ノ
