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Mia never intended to stray from her pre-planned path:get good grades, graduate, and then marry Kim Taehyung - her father's best friend's son.But when her own best friend gets involved with the college seniors' boyband, and the pressure of expectations begins to suffocate her, Mia finally steps into their world.A girl laced in shimmer, pearls, and soft luxurious fabrics, standing in a dingy garage band hangout - painfully out of place.Life pivots when the band's leader and lead guitarist takes interest in her.A different kind.He didn't crave love - not really - only her presence, her stillness, her mind.Together, he believed, they could make something great.But just when she was ready to give him her all - to finally be herself and let him in - he pulled away.No warning.No reason.She was left wondering where it all went wrong.Years later, at her wedding, he attends and performs.And then, handcuffed at her own reception, he's beaten - bruises blooming as the police land blow after blow.All he does is look into her eyes and whisper:"I didn't do it."After that, everything stops.Maybe that's why they say-Always love the art,Never the artist.-----------------------------------------• College AU• Rockstar × Quiet Heiress• Age Gap• Tragic End…

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a tide of months and murmurs.…

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letters to the Transient Skyin which a gentle man shelters a runaway girl.and learns that even the sky cannot keep love from fading. lower case intended------------------"You," she weakly pointed at him. "Have always been this weak?"Her voice was thin and scratchy, yet carried a hint of mockery, leaving him too stunned to answer."Since when did you regain consciousness?" he mumbled.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------⚠️ 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖆𝖇𝖚𝖘𝖊, 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖚𝖒𝖆, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖉𝖊. 𝕴𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊, 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖋𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗. 𝕹𝖔 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖞. 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑-𝖇𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 - 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖘𝖔 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖞 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖐. 𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖍, 𝖔𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖐 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------idea by @Suga_Kim…

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𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓭𝓪𝔂, 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷.┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚★⋆｡˚ ⋆┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆┊ ┊ ★⋆┊ ◦★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★I gave you these stars, but let me just say-life is not all rainbows and roses, my dear readers.This poetry book captures the raw essence of life's struggles. It's enough to pull you in, make you feel deeply, and, perhaps, leave your insides aching.I'm just an 18-year-old writer, sharing pieces of my soul. Some of these poems were written when I was 15 or 16. Please give this book a chance-and feel free to leave your feedback.©-H-QUEEBest Ranking so far:-[26/12/24]#23 IN Poem(213k stories)#3 in Poembook(18k stories)#5 in Poetrycollection(37.7k stories)#3 in Poetrycontest(8.6k stories)#5 in Reflection(6.49k stories)#11 in Poesia(15.8k stories)#29 in Thoughts(85.4k stories)by [24/1/25]:#51 in Poetry(346k stories)by [13/2/25]:# 8 in Poesia(15.9k stories)#7 in lifesucks(3.15k stories)#150 in Deep(33k stories)by [14/2/25]:#6 in lifesucks(3.15k stories)#129 in Deep(33k stories)#17 in sadpoems(17.4k stories)#98 in raw(3.72k stories)…

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⚠️ 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖆𝖇𝖚𝖘𝖊, 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖚𝖒𝖆, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖉𝖊. 𝕴𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊, 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖋𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗. 𝕹𝖔 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖞. 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑-𝖇𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 - 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖘𝖔 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖞 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖐. 𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖍, 𝖔𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖐 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------❝ 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀. ❞❝ ʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ʜᴇ'ᴅ ʙᴇ ᴍʏ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ... ɪꜰ ɪ ꜱᴛᴇᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴅɢᴇ. ❞ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴊᴏᴋɪɴɢ. ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ.We were both wrong.Now I pretend to smile. He pretends not to care.I didn't ask him to love me. He didn't ask about the bruises.And neither of us asked why we felt like the world was watching.𝗦𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲...𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆...𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱?𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀.› Kim Taehyung FF | Psychological · Mystery · Tragic Romance› TW: Abuse, Depression, Mentions of Suicide, Parental Death…

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𝔐𝔶 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰, 𝔞 𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔫. ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔞𝔩𝔩. 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢.Sequel to Lullabies for the Lost.So basically in this book I'm gonna write poems but less darker and more about feelings of love than Lullabies for the Lost. In this book concepts will be less dark yet heavy.©-H-QUEE…

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𝒜 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃, 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓈.©-H-QUEE…

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"ᴴᵒʷ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵉᵃˡ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵒʷⁿ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᶜᵘʳˢᵉ?"A broken heart, carved by warmth, holds secrets of grace yet to be uncovered. As a girl learns more about herself, the pieces of her story quietly shift, revealing a strength she never knew she had.#10 renewal©-H-QUEE…

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Eleutheromania: (n.) an intense and irresistible desire for freedom.…

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ℬℴℴ𝓀 𝒪𝓃ℯ 𝒾𝓃 𝒮𝓌𝒶𝓃 𝒮ℯ𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓈The man who had once been known as a lost heir, a forgotten prince-his dreams too big for a life that never quite fit. The black swan had long since been buried, his feathers stained with loss and blood, his heart hardened by years of vengeance. Now, only a man remained-one who had carved his path through the world like a predator through a silent forest, a shadow in a world too bright for his kind.He stood tall, broad-shouldered, his every step sending tremors through the ground. The city was the same. Unchanged. Yet everything felt different.The years had passed, but he had not forgotten. She was still here, somewhere. The girl he had once known so well-the girl who had once looked at him with innocence in her eyes. She hadn't changed. She hadn't felt the world break her as he had. She remained the same.But not him.He was no longer the boy she had known. He had become a king in a world of shadows, his power absolute, his heart buried beneath layers of regret and rage. Yet, despite it all, something stirred inside him.It had been too long. But he could still hear the echoes of the past. Her laughter. Her scent. Her voice, calling him by a name no one had dared speak in years."Sweetheart," he murmured, the word a quiet promise on his lips. He hadn't forgotten her.He never would.As the door creaked open, he stepped forward. His path was set. He had come back to this city, this place of memories, for a reason.There was unfinished business.And no one-not even the girl who had once captured his heart-could stop him now.…