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begin | jjk (m)

Summary: “Being a human isn’t that bad when he gets to be one with you by his side.”

Before everything shatters like a mirage of an impossible dream, you teach Jungkook how to live a fulfilling life far from Heaven. His numb heart starts to gradually light up again; you make him begin believing in love and hope when not even starting afresh could. But then… everything shatters.

pairing: Jungkook x reader

genre: s2f2l, fallen angel / fantasy!au; fluff, angst, smut

warnings: major and minor character death (but the fic has a happy ending nw !!), themes of death / rebirth / illness, bad childhood / foster parents, not exactly biblically correct - i took some liberty with these themes (no insults or anything offending tho), jk is mean at first but softens up and becomes the sweetest guy ever, swearing, unrequited love for like… 5 seconds; explicit sexual content: outdoor foreplay, handjob, oral (f. receiving), groping, fingering, soft dom!jk, lots of kissing, unprotected sex (reader is on pill just for him, be careful guys), praise kink, marking, some manhandling, dirty talk, jk’s goddamn muscles and moans gawd

word count: 26.6k

a/n: first of all, look at this banner by @ddaechwita​, I’M SO IN LOVE, TYSM !!!!! T_T this fic was written for the wings collab hosted by @missgeniality​ who also beta’d this fic and listened to me ramble about it for months, along with @jimilter​, my talented lil goofball !! thank you for making fallen angel jk (and the summary smh) so much better <3 PLUS, ash and @ressjeon​​, i love you babies for lending me your beautiful names for some of the scenes *cries* !!

uploaded to AO3, too (for those who prefer pdfs or mobile readings!)

MASTERLIST | WIPs

Angels fall with a dull thump and the flash of a light.

A human ear registers the sound as a small whimper, a soft wind blowing and howling in a somewhat strange way for only moments before normality returns. But differently from mere mortals, Heaven and Hell shake at the disturbance, the rare happening indicating the failure of another superior creature.

Jungkook doesn’t remember the thump and the fall, but he remembers the brightness vividly - a striking and blinding light before he entered the life he’s gotten used to now. The punishment he’s wandered into would certainly be less frightening if he knew how he’d gotten to suffer through it and how he can fight it.

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don’t know if we can be friends || jjk

– summary: you fall in love with jeongguk, the boy who showed you the sun on a bleak, rainy day, but you weren’t sure if he wanted you. 

– genre: high school, best friends to strangers to lovers, post (friendship) break up au. fluff & angst – warning: mentions of drugs, drinking, lots of clichés, lots of pining, jeongguk acts like an idiot, small mention(s) of baseball and harry potter (which i do not own), attempts of being funny.

– word count: 15,068

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Hey fam, sorry to get a little serious but before tonight’s update, i just wanted to share something.

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I gasp once, and in that breath, I accept you in | Epilogue

🏵️ Wordcount: 3k 🏵️ Genre: Fluff/angst/smut | From strangers to lovers!AU • FWB!AU 🏵️ Jungkook x Reader 🏵️ Description: In which Jungkook arrives to your small town to spend the holidays, and you slowly let go of all the ghosts of your past 🏵️ Warnings: age difference (10 years gap, both characters are adults); mention of panic attack; characters death (not the main protagonists); 🏵️ A/N: if you follow me for a little while, you know I’m having a hard time with writing and sharing my works since I’ve posted this story -especially on Tumblr. I didn’t feel like sitting down and complete the epilogue -but I pushed myself hard to finish it, so here it is. This goes to all the lovely people who read the first two parts and let me know their opinion; and to the lovely people who always had/have a kind word toward me and my stories. Consider it my present for you, because you deserve a nice ending. Probably gonna take a small break from writing because I don’t have the right mind to dedicate so many hours to it, see you around 🐰

If someone would’ve told you that you’d end up spending your days far away from the blinding lights of a big city, you’d have surely laughed at the top of your lungs. 

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Make Me || pjm

➥Pairing: dom!jimin/sub!reader, ceo!jimin, boss!jimin/employee!reader

➥Summary: After a bad breakup, you decide to go out one night and drink your sorrows away - that is, until you see your now ex-boyfriend there with someone clinging to his arm. To get your mind off of things, you go back to your job after hours; what you don’t expect is for your boss and CEO of the company, Park Jimin, to show up and offer you help in ways you didn’t know you needed.

➥Genre: smut, fluff, slight angst, mutual pining

➥Rating: 18+

➥Words: ~15.3k

➥Content Warnings: mentions of cheating, making out, marking/biting, dirty talk, cursing, sub!reader, dom!jimin, some bdsm elements (reader’s hands are bound during parts of it), slight exhibitionism, hair pulling, safe word (jimin has a consent kink, we love to see it), oral (f. receiving), fingering, slight spanking, jimin has a sir kink, jimin calls the reader princess a lot, body worship (jimin really likes the reader’s thighs), multiple orgasms, slight handjob, slight oral (m. receiving), reader fawns over jimin’s tattoo (we all know the one), unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), rough sex, possessive!jimin, cumming inside, praise, aftercare, jimin is soft for the reader, they also banter and it’s cute, also let’s all have a moment of silence for jimin’s desk

A/N: ok so I had a little bit of a hard time finishing this one because I felt like I might be getting repetitive or boring, etc. and I was unhappy with how it was turning out for a while and thought I may not actually be able to complete it. BUT I finally finished it and I hope anyone who reads it enjoys it! Please let me know what you think, if you’d like~

As always, special thank you to @dntaewithluv​ for always supporting me and offering encouragement (being my biggest hype-person particularly for this work), and for also basically being my beta reader for everything. Especially helping me catch my typos, you are truly a blessing and I’m very grateful for you. ❤

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It was Thursday night. You typically didn’t go out except during the weekends, but you thought fuck it, you were heartbroken and needed some fun.

You had decided to go to the bar near where you worked, only a 10 minute or so drive away. Your old friend from college met you there, since you wanted to catch up with her.

Both of you were chatting and having a good time, and had been for about half an hour, before it happened. Across the room, you spotted the last person you wanted to see: your ex, as of very recently. And he wasn’t by himself; he had someone clinging to his arm, laughing obnoxiously loud at whatever he’d just said.

As he grinned down at the obviously drunken girl that was attached to him, you felt a dull pain in your chest. The two of you hadn’t even been broken up properly for a week and he was already off dating someone else. It didn’t surprise you, really, considering you broke up because he cheated on you in the first place, but still seeing it in person like this hurt.

You wasted almost a year of your life with this person only for him to go and betray you for more than half of your time together. He’d been mentally checked out of the relationship long before you ended it, and even though you saw it, you didn’t want to acknowledge it. You didn’t want to let go because you thought maybe he could change, maybe deep down he did love you like he said he did.

One person had tried to convince you otherwise, but you didn’t listen. Of all the people it could be, it was your boss who tried to talk some common sense into you.

Park Jimin, CEO of the Park & Jeon law firm. This man was your boss of 2 years now, and also the man you’d had the biggest crush on since you first laid eyes on him. It was, of course, an unrequited crush, and even if the feelings were mutual, dating someone you worked with – especially if that person is your boss – has always been a taboo sort of topic. So you never acted on it, you just kept it to yourself and swallowed down any feelings of hope whenever something might happen.

You briefly recalled something that had happened a few weeks ago at the office, one night when you decided to stay late after a fight with your – then – boyfriend.

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❌ Forbidden ❌

Genre: Action Adventure, Egyptian Mythology, Romance Rating: M (smut) Warnings: smut that includes mounting/doggy style, breeding kink Pairing: demi-god!Jungkook x demi-god!reader Notes:  Not idol!Jungkook. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: Takes place in Ancient Egypt where the gods and goddesses are alive and have bared demi-god offspring.

Summary: He’s the son of Anubis. You’re the daughter of Set. It’s a tale as old as time. Anubis and Set hate each other. But you and him……Not so much. It’s a tale of forbidden love.

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You.

He needed to get to you.

After finishing his lessons for the day, the young male hurried to his room to freshen up before heading for the palace stables. It paid to be a demi-god son of Anubis; Egyptian lord of the Afterlife. Giving the royal stable boy some coins to keep him quiet, Jungkook swiftly mounted the midnight black horse and was off in a flash.

It was forbidden. A forbidden love. However, the male could care less as he flicked the reins to urge his horse to move faster. Not even his own father was going to stop him from seeing you. Then again…..no one knew but you and him. Both of your fathers knowing none the wiser. A dangerous game but one he was willing to play if it meant being with you. His one and only love.

You were doomed by association, really. For you too were a demi-god child. Your father? The infamous Set; Egyptian lord of chaos. The history between your fathers was a dark one. Set bitter upon discovering how Anubis’ birth came to be. Betrayal. Complete and utter betrayal. That was the only thing your father could see whenever the topic of the great jackal god was brought up. On one hand, you couldn’t blame Set for being upset. His lover slept with another man….

But that didn’t mean your father had to go to such extremes to seek revenge.

A murderer among the people, your father was banished from the palace as well as the village it overshadowed and you along with him. Again, doomed by association. You’d never forget the look of sadness and despair on your playmate’s face as his chubby hands tried to reach out for you but his jackal headed father held him back. Meanwhile, you were being literally dragged away by your own father. Your father the murderer.

Life was cruel like that.

The two of you were just little then. Too young to understand why you could no longer play together and see each other in between your lessons in the palace. The little boy’s words rang in your head for days even after you had long been apart.

“I won’t forget you! I’ll come find you! We can still play together!”

Before you knew it, you were in your mid teens and hadn’t seen, smelled, or heard a thing from Jungkook. While you tried to ignore the sting of disappointment in your heart, you were becoming old enough to know better. Of course your friend would be forbidden to come visit you. Who in their right mind would want their child being around the daughter of a murderer?

What made things worse? Was that you were beginning to see some of your father’s traits in you. A demi-god held similar traits to that of their godly parent. So if Set was evil……did that mean you were doomed to be evil too? Did chaos run in your veins like you feared it did? No! You were not a murderer. No. You loved. Only loved. Yes. You would not wind up being like your father. Absolutely not.

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Aim For The Heart | Chapter 14: Beyond My Control

Pairing: hitman!jungkook x female reader

Genre: angst, fluff, romance, drama

WC: 8k

Warnings for this chapter: this chapter gets heavy guys! strong language, blood, minor character death, homicide, use of a gun, mentions of stalking, mentions of intended noncon, creeper being creepy af, insinuated past physical and emotional abuse, jungkook is a damned fool when it comes to feelings he is v confused give him a lil break tho 🥺, oc is too pure for this world, fluff that’ll kill you and bring you back to life simultaneously, Barbie slander 😤 jk has an epiphany

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summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn’t sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn’t his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

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Jungkook’s brain short-circuits when you wrap your arms around his waist and stuff your face into his shirt.

“Please-” You hiccup, “Please s-stay with m-me, Jungkook.”

He’s frozen, like a deer in the headlights.

You hug him tighter, rubbing your face into his t-shirt and wetting it with your tears.

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what is love? - myg (drabble)

pairing: min yoongi x female reader

genre: best friends to lovers au

warning: none

authors note: i have been writing a lot of jjk stuff and i swear i love all 7 members so i’m determined to put out all my works with all members to prove it 😩😩😩 enjoy this work that i started in october 💀

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“yoongi, what is love?” you ask him. his body physically freezes, his muscles visibly tense with the random question. you felt bad for asking, thinking you might’ve upset him in some way, when, in reality, it was the furthest from the truth.

“why do you ask?” he refutes, trying to purposely derail the conversation away from him as best as he could.

you and yoongi were nestled in the warmth of his studio: him currently working on a project and you working on a project of your own. you were a writer, a published and successful one at that, and you found that a lot of your novels have come from motivation from within your own life. scenarios that played out differently had YOU done something differently. your life wasn’t nearly as interesting as the characters you created, but you wished that the things you’ve conjured up for each person had actually happened to you.

you were a hopeless romantic, and it seemed to be a viral curse that came with being an author of certain genres (your mind instantly wandered to all the penelope douglas novels you’ve binge read overnight). you have written out beautiful stories about finding love in the most curious of places. however, you’ve never experienced it for yourself.

or maybe you have and you don’t really care to admit that you have fallen under the “best friends to lovers” trope you always lean to when you plan out your stories.

you loved yoongi, simple as that.

but what is it to him?

“i’m trying to gather a male’s perspective of love and you’re the only male i trust. plus, you have such a poetic way with words, with you being a lyricist and all, that maybe you could give me something to use,” you state. it was true, you were currently tackling a new project. you have never written a story where the male has fallen in love before the female.

you’ve seen many dramas with it but you wanted something different but familiar in a sense. it wasn’t like you to ask for help, usually entrapping yourself in your office space at home for weeks at a time. usually it would be yoongi who would stop by every day to assure you’ve showered and eaten at some point. hell, he’s even wrestled you to a flat surface of some sort and forced your eyes shut just so you could get some type of rest.

“and you think i’ve been in love before?” he asks incredulously. you roll your eyes and then narrow them at him, hinting the fact that you know he has.

and he has.

he’s told you all about his first love: the piano. he wrote an entire song about it. although that wasn’t the type of love you were going for, love is love. you needed something to get you out of this writer’s block you were quicksanded into.

“what about first love? a song about your literal first love?” you chide, folding your legs underneath you to sit on them.

“it was about a piano,” he lied, snorting in response.

yes, he lied. to the world and especially, to you.

first love was never about his piano. well.. not entirely. sure, his first passion was the piano. but his first love? it was you. it still is. it always will be.

you and yoongi have achieved the good ol’ “childhood bestfriends” badge when you guys met at a ripe age of 6. you had moved in from the states and were forced to integrate into a korean-speaking classroom. you were shy and reserved, opting to play alone. yoongi noticed you and he also noticed the way the kids started to belittle your ethnic differences. he found you amusing. not in a childlike sense, but in a fatuation kind of way. he found your differences to be a breath of fresh air, staring at you to drink in as much as he could. it took all the courage in the world to speak to you at last, hoping you didn’t revert back into yourself, isolating away completely.

but he should’ve known better. when you first noticed him approaching you, you offered a gentle smile. you offered the first exchange of words, initiating a conversation. yoongi and you played together all day, basking in each others presence. yoongi couldn’t wait for the day to end so it could be tomorrow and he could see you all over again.

when he asked his mother why he was always so excited to see you, she jokingly told him it was young love. when he still felt this way a decade later, he knew it was more than that.

he loved you in a way he couldn’t describe with words. yoongi had always been an “actions speak louder than words” kind of guy. but you were a linguist. you valued words more than actions. so he tried to love you in your own language and wrote first love.

he didn’t think much of the song other than as an outlet. he told his members he wasn’t even considering to use the song as his solo piece for the album. but the more he listened to it, the more he couldn’t deny how good it felt to hear his voice say all that he wanted. he wanted nothing more than to show you it. and he did.

from a distance.

he emailed you the song (despite violating literally every lawful stipulation held against him by his company) and asked you for an honest review.

of course you loved it. you loved every piece of work that yoongi put out. you knew that his love language was actions, so when he spoke with words it never seized to amaze you with how much he actually wanted to say. and when you told him that, he felt his heart clench with absolute pride and joy.

he wanted to tell you the inspiration behind the song. my god, did he want to tell you. but he’s read your novels and he knows what your characters meant when they say “i could never confess for the fear of losing you is greater than the fear of never having loved you at all.” (btw, he nearly got that tattooed on him after he read the line in your first book because it was so painstakingly relatable.)

so when he glanced over to the keyboard nestled against the wall of his studio, he mustered up the best lie as humanly possible.

“it’s about my piano,” he told you. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, not quite understanding how in the hell this song was about an inanimate object but you shrugged and continued nonetheless.

needless to say, he changed the lyrics into the song it is today. to prevent further embarrassment than what he’d already endured. and he stuck with the story about his first love always being his piano. and he stuck with hiding and withholding his emotions from you.

“love is love, gi. i really just need some sort of inspiration. i feel like my head is going to burst,” you groan, your head rolling back from exhaustion. yoongi chuckled at your actions, spinning around to look at you. he noted the fact that you discarded your shoes, probably long ago. your glasses sat perched on the keyboard of your laptop, scattered sheets of paper overtaking the coffee table. you felt comfortable here, in his safe space. that made his heart race a bit, those small actions meaning more to him than you’ll ever know.

“well, what specifically did you want to know?” he asks, feeding into your curiosity. you heave a deep sigh before picking your head back up. you reach for your glasses, sliding them onto your face before you gather your notepad and pencil.

“how did you know you were in love?” you asked, scribbling down the question. yoongi grew silent, trying to pre-select the proper words to avoid detection.

“uhm… i guess it was when i realized how codependent i was. i couldn’t live, breath, eat or sleep without my piano. whenever i was away. i wished time would speed up so i could see it again. when i was playing, i felt like nothing else mattered. because nothing else did,” yoongi smiled, your face and the memories of your childhood floating in his head as he spoke. he could hear the scribbling of your pencil as you took note of what he said. he watched you with pure adoration.

he wanted to tell you. now would’ve been the perfectly romantic time to do so. but he wasn’t so sure how. he knew you needed words. but how do you tell a love story novelist the right words to explain how he felt? you have written every word in a million different ways to perfectly describe how a confession should go. an omission to how you would want it to go. how could he give that to you?

“if your piano was a girl, she would be the luckiest woman in the world,” you chuckle, a tinge of jealousy underlying in your tone. yoongi, ever the oblivious one, missed it. all he could hang onto was the fact that you said what you had said. you would only have to consider one lucky if it’s something you would want for yourself. did you want to be loved by him?

no, no, no. he couldn’t allow his mind to wander that way. he didn’t want to break his own heart by filling it up with unnecessary hope. but he had to know.

“what do you mean?” he asks, adding in a playful to chuckle to lighten the severity of the question.

it was do or die time for you. either you could be honest and tell him how you really felt, or you could cower away and continue to vicariously live through your characters. you wished you had more time to outweigh each outcome before making such a critical decision. but this wasn’t a novel and you weren’t fictional. this was real and you had to put on your big girl panties and make a choice. god, did you hope you weren’t making a consequential mistake.

“any woman would be lucky to be loved by you yoongi,” you shrug. further scribbling down your conversation onto your notepad.

“even you?” he asked. your eyes widened and the pencil slipped from your grip, a soft clattering sound echoing in the silence. was this happening? was this actually happening? are both of you really panicking at the moment?

“i mean, yeah of course. i’ve always told you i would be better off with you than with any of my shitty exes,” you joke. yes, a joke. that should ease the tension right? that should make the tension less palpable and the air less stiff.

“ya know, when i was first writing first love, i almost didn’t do it…” yoongi trails off. you furrow your eyebrows at the sudden topic change, but decided to roll with it.

“why? it’s such a good song. it’s actually one of my favorite songs written by you,” you confess. this makes yoongi smile to himself.

“it wasn’t about a piano at first. it was about a girl i had learned to fall in love with over time,” yoongi says, absentmindedly speaking out loud. you clung to his words, hoping that it didn’t lead to heartache in the end.

“her love language differs from mine greatly. she prefers words over actions. she needs them. and not words of validation because she practices self validation in her own way, which only makes me love her more. but the kind of words she prefers are poetic ones, ones where metaphors show the extravagance of its significance. she basks in the way words warm her spirit and her soul. she prefers words like alluring and pulchritudinous over cute and beautiful. but that doesn’t mean beautiful doesn’t make her heart race. i don’t even know how to spell pulchritudinous,” yoongi chuckles softly. you were teared up at this point, the tears dancing on your waterline as they wait for the right moment to fall uninterrupted.

“and god i hope she loves me back. i’ve built up some sense of hope because she knows my love language is the opposite of hers. she shows she cares for me in the way that she silently sits next to me in the mornings as i mull over my day. i know she always has a million questions but she lets me sit and stew in my emotions before communicating in the way that we do. it’s the way that she keeps me company from a distance. because even though i value alone time, i prefer being alone with her. while she does her thing and i do mine. it’s the way she knows i love acts of service. whether that be her grocery shopping for me or cooking the food itself. or when she knows how tired i get that cleaning my room is the lowest priority on my list but she still comes to my house and cleans my room for me so i can just go straight to sleep. i know she’s a linguist and words are her entire being and way of life. but when she loves me with her actions, in a language i understand and value, it makes me want to read the god damn dictionary just so i can shower her in whatever words she loves most.”

my god you’ve never cried this much. the tears couldn’t stop, even if you begged them to. you were so overwhelmed with love for this man that you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

“i’ve never really thought to tell her. despite my showering her in her love language, i could never find the proper words to say to explain how i felt at the time. then she wrote her first book. i remember she stayed up all night stressing about the outcome. and when she finished and she published it, i remember feeling this overwhelming joy for her. i felt so proud of her and the story itself. i stood in line when it first came out and was the first one to buy it. i think i finished the book in a span of two hours. and then i read it again and again and i still read it now, even after all this time. i read it so i could get the same feeling i did when i read my favorite line,” yoongi continues.

“what was your favorite line?” you sob. yoongi smiled at you and pulled himself closer to, sitting on the opposite side of the table.

“actually, there’s two. the first one was ‘i could never confess for the fear of losing you is greater than the fear of never having loved you at all.’ it resonated so well with me because i loved her so fucking much. she was the only person in the world that i wanted around me all the time. everyone always says that its better to have loved and lost than better to have never loved at all. but they’re so fucking wrong. because although loving her would be the greatest privilege known to man, the fear of losing her is so much greater because i would rather die than to not have her in my life,” he murmurs, fingers fiddling with one another. you gulp in anticipation, clinging onto every second that passes between you two.

“and the second quote?” you ask hesitantly.

“the second quote? it’s from her first book too. the girl finally confesses to the guy and the guy says to her ‘i have never known a love greater than yours for it has taught me the power of loving myself by loving you’. you have made me a better man. a better artist. a better friend, yn. and if i'm alone in this, tell me now. because, god, i love you," yoongi breathes out. it felt as all time has stopped and that the world was frozen. and for you, that would be alright because then you would get to be here with him, forever.

“have i ever left you alone when you needed me most?” you reply. and to yoongi, that was better than anything you could’ve ever said. because you haven’t. even when the darkness of the night demanded it’s attention and imposed loneliness, you were the light that cut through it all, insisting that your presence was brighter than any light the moon could’ve casted. and what did that mean? yoongi didn’t need anything else. he didn’t need the loneliness and he didn’t need to ever be alone. he had you. and it seemed to him that you were saying that he always will.

and to him? well.. isn’t that what love was?

Hdidbs How dare you say such things to me! Haven't I told you before, that I'm way too soft and overwhelmed because of you! God...so many emotions (╥﹏╥)

I'M SO GLAD THAT YOU LIKED IT THOOO! You're one of the most precious persons I've seen on here, like FR! You brighten up my day, you helped me when I was struggling and god you motivated me to do art again 🤧 I'm so lucky to have met someone like you and to get to know you...Whoever has the chance to talk to you and be friends with you, should really appreciate it, cause being with you feels as if you have no more worries tbh - it's super relaxing and fun. You're a bright, optimistic and just a gorgeous person! I hope you know how lovable and unique you are!

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ❤️

excuse me @rubinora​ yes this is a call out post. i do not tolerate this type of behavior. why. am. i. being. tortured? ngl i cried over this and i’m going to go into a rant protect your eyes

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