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[hobiichu]

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 —𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ⇁ Post break up sucks, you’ve been moping the around the apartment for days and your friends are over it. Your best friend did an oopsie behind your back...

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀) ⇁ Taehyung x Reader

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 ⇁ Fluff, smut

𝑺 𝑻 𝑨 𝑹 𝑻 𝑹 𝑬 𝑨 𝑫 𝑰 𝑵 𝑮

𝘤 𝘩 𝘢 𝘱 𝘵 𝘦 𝘳 0.0 : 𝘥 𝘪 𝘯 𝘵 𝘳 𝘰 𝘥 𝘶 𝘤 𝘵 𝘪 𝘰 𝘯

𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻

𝚌 𝚑 𝚊 𝚙 𝚝 𝚎 𝚛 𝟷.𝟶 : ?¿

𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻

[ashvsevildead]

We're bored...

...so we just grabbed a Keystone and turned on this anonymous message thing. So fire away and ask us anything, ya Screwheads.

[hobiichu]

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟎.𝟎 –kth

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ⇁ Post break up sucks, you’ve been moping around the apartment for days and your friends are over it. Your best friend did an oopsie behind your back...

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀) ⇁ Taehyung x Reader

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 ⇁ Fluff(?) Super tiny angst, can’t tell even if you squint

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ⇁ None yet

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 ⇁ 1.3k

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You look look at the digital clock hanging up your beige walls.

Exactly an hour till 12 am.

Today marks the 29th day of being single, —30 in an hour. It also marks the day of you moping around like the most hopeless, homeless person for a month, it doesn’t help that you actually look like a Hobo. A month and 3 days ago, you found out that your then Boyfriend, Jace was cheating on you. Worse, you had to find it out through a mutual friend you and Jace shared. You had been dating him for approximately 8 months, things were going pretty smoothly if you were to say. Or so you thought. He had been seeing not one, not two, but three.

Three. Fucking. People.

You really didn’t see it coming, you thought he was a genuinely guy, looking to settle down at the ripe age of 26. Not only did that son of an ass cheated on you, you found out that he’s name isn’t even Jace. You fell into a Romance Scam, apparently. Fortunately for him but unfortunately for you, you were a hopeless romantic and safe to say, you fell in love with him. With a love scammer.

The irony.

You being you, instead of breaking up, firsts things first you decided to stay with him for another 3 days. For what you asked? Only god know. When you finally grew a pair, and brought up the subject of leaving his ass at the dinner table, he pulled a reverse uno card on you and decided he wants to break up with you and took the savings account you had opened for the relationship, for the possible marriage you had discussed. Now you are broke. Actually broke. A month later, you are still not over the fact that not only you got your heart broken, by a scammer, but you lost the money you have worked so hard on to provide for him and the marriage you thought would happen. As those memories came flooding, so did your tears. You were bawling by the time you realised the waterworks had started. Hearing your ugly sobs, the door the your room flew open and your best friends came running towards you.

“Y/n? What’s going on?”

“Did you suddenly remember how bad sex was, or how ugly he is again?”

You sobbed even harder.

“That, and my money” you wailed. “Why me, why am I so unlucky. I’ve always been unlucky, but why me I only asked to be in love, this world hates me” You clutched onto your blanket like a small child searching for comfort.

Your best friend, Xandra looks at you with compassion while stroking the tears away from your face, “Don’t worry babe, Jungkook’s already working on tracking down his nasty ass, we’ll get him and we’ll send him to jail, promise” With that you looked at her with big hopeful eyes —teary eyes, bottom lips jittering.

“Really?”

Jungkook strokes your hair, smiling fondly at your state, “Yes really, I promise I’ll do everything it takes to get your money back and send his ugly ass to jail” you held out your pinky waiting for him to seal his promise.

You and Xandra grew up together, literally. You had been friends since the day you were born, due to the fact that your parents were best friends, so ultimately you and Xan grew up the closest of friends. At 18, both of you decided to pack up and leave home, for bigger and better things. So move did you. You met Jungkook in freshman year of high school, ever since then, the three of you were known to be The Three Musketeers. You never left each other, that is until the day you and Xandra decided to move. Due to obvious factors, both of you stayed in touched with Jungkook, and recently he moved into the apartment aka the flat you had found back when you first decided to finally rent your own apartment.

You and Xandra both came to the new city with nothing but a suitcase and a hope. For you, a hope that you had dreamed about ever since you were little. You wanted to be a designer. An interior designer, to be exact. You had always wanted to create and design a safe space for people. A place where human beings spend the most time at, second after their workplaces. A place whereby they can come home to and feel their troubles lift off and out of the window. You had always been intrigued by the amount of hard work and art being put into interior designing, it was your dream and you remember the times when you were little when you would steal IKEA’s Catalogue & Brochures books, bringing them home and adding it to the collects of inspirational books. For future references. You told yourself. Xandra on the other hand, her biggest wish is to open up her own dance studio. Dancing. It has always been her passion, she had been dancing for more than half her life. You love seeing your best friend perform on stage, she does it with so much passion, so much so that you could see it in every move she makes, she is talented. That is undeniable. Since you had nearly nothing before you both agreed on moving to the city, both of you had to stay up till the asscrack of dawn to search for cheap accommodation, more specifically roommates so that rent will go easy on your pockets. Much to your delight, one day after searching for hours you had found one.

“I really don’t understand why we can’t just-”

“Oh my god! I found it!” Finally. After 5 long excruciating hours. You had found one that met almost all your requirements. You were so excited, so thrilled to finally be able to move out, to be honest you never felt a special connection with the place that was supposed to be home, moving out had always been an option. The only way.

Moving wasn’t easy, just because it was the only option doesn’t mean it was easy. Bidding goodbyes with family and close friends was the hardest part, seeing the glum looks on your parents’ face made you extremely uneasy. You had to. You told yourself. When you first arrived at the dormitory you were supposed to be living in for the next chapters of your lives, it was in a horrific condition. Clothes were thrown everywhere, dishes were left untouched in the sink, bathroom was clogged and strands of hair were stucked on the tiles of the bathroom, the three other tenants that were living there prior was unfriend and unwelcoming. You were shitting bricks. How could you leave here for the long run? As you looked around the apartment dorm, every time you would discover something more disgusting, the look on Xandra’s face was pure gold. You wanted to retch. Both of you only managed to live for a good 2 days before you packed up and left. That was when you have decided that the rent was only a matter of material weath and that your mental health and livelihood was more important. So, you got the apartment you are currently living in.

Jungkook dragged Xandra into the kitchen while you were engrossed in the movie, it was movie marathon night. “I’m sick of this, I’m tired of seeing her like that. We have to do something.” Jungkook huffed out.

Xandra scrunched her face in confusion her arms full with the bucket of ice cream, “Do what? There’s literally nothing we could do but provide moral support” the spoon in her mouth remained its spot.

“Literally anything, like get her out the house or some shit, I can literally smell the whiff of mouldiness coming off of her. She’s literally moulding?”

“True”

That was when an idea sparked in Jungkook’s mind.

“A blind date.”