Because I'm a sad person who enjoys writing about fluffy romances and BTS💜
My mind dump from highschool! Enjoy :)
All of the prompts and ideas in this book are mine! Please don't thieve or accuse me of thieving! Thank you ARMYs, LOVE YOU! 💜
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"Wow, what a sweet talker," You finally spoke, smiling a little after his explanation, "No wonder they call you-"
"Don't say it."
"SUGA!" You exclaimed, poking his cheek.
"Stop!" He whined, but he was smiling, "And by the way, I'm going to introduce you to my friends, so don't do anything to embarrass me."
You scoffed at his words in annoyance.
"Yah! What am I to you?"
He looked at you, raising one eyebrow, as if he were debating how to answer. His eyes shone with emotion as he studied your face, and he soon put two fingers under your chin and lifted your face towards his.
"What you are to me?" he softly whispered, "You're my FIRST LOVE."
"You write to become immortal, or because the piano happens to be open, or because you've looked into a pair of beautiful eyes." ~Robert Schumann
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RM ENDING
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"Do you think it's possible to love... without touch?" You asked your work 'friends' out of the blue as you sat in the cafe taking a lunch break, interrupting their rumors and gossip to pose such a question.
They stopped their chattering and stared at you as if you had grown another head.
"What are you talking about?" One quipped rudely, sipping their coffee and peering at you with narrowed eyes.
You fiddled your thumbs anxiously and fixed your skirt under their judgemental stares.
"I mean, say there was someone, but for some reason, you couldn't touch them. But they were your perfect man. Do you think you could still make it work?"
One woman laughed, causing you to wince.
"I'm pretty sure men wouldn't be able to love without touch."
He said he did.
"Besides, how are you supposed to feel those sparks that start a romance without touch?"
I felt sparks. I did.
"Eventually you wouldn't be able to take it. The relationship would grow old and not last."
I could be with him forever.
You looked down into your coffee cup and watched the dark liquid create waves in your mug as the woman all negatively put down the topic.
Wherever Namjoon was, you missed him, and not just because you fell for him. He had become your best friend; non judgemental, always supportive, making you laugh and allowing you to be more of yourself. You couldn't be yourself at all around these women. In fact, you felt extremely uncomfortable.
