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• Jin considers himself unexplainably lucky
• The universe has given him a chance that he’ll never be able to deserve
• One day during his first semester of college he met someone special that little did he know would change the trajectory of his life forever
• Seokjin made a friend and they grew fairly close as the years went on, until one day this friend came to him with a bittersweet conversation
• She was switching to online school as her dreams of becoming an idol were finally answered
• Jin supported her decision and waited patiently for her debut
• An Autumn song caught his ear on the day of her debut and his eyes no longer followed her form
• Instead, Jin became starstruck by the lively girl who made the stage her own
• Since that day, Jin only sees his relationship with your member as insignificant
• He only cares to engage with them when it involves you
• Seokjin is a snake with his words and uses his charms to his advantage
• He’ll manipulate and lie his way into getting new information about you
• Although, sometimes it’s slightly suspicious when almost every time they hangout is when you’re tagging along
• He really has just turned your co-worker into a tool at his disposal
• At the most lowly point of his life, he even resorted to flirting with the foolish girl in order to sneak into your dorms
• Granted, this repulsive act brought up serpents in his stomach and he had to restrain himself from the gags that tore up his throat
• He wound up drowning himself in mouthwash to try and get rid of the rancid taste that never seemed to leave his lips (He was tempted to almost bury himself in bleach but resisted)
• This traumatic event did have an upside though, as he was able to creep into the dark corners of your bedroom when his other companion was asleep
• Unfortunately, you were not safely sleeping under his watch but just being able to stand in the place he frequently hallucinates about is enough for him
• His consciousness moves into a dream-like state as he takes in everything that your fingers have touched
• His heart flutters while silently sweeping his gigantic hands over your stuffies and sheets
• He takes a seat on your bed and breathes in the reflection of your spirit
• Shaking hands reach for the sweater tossed to the left of him
• His lips quiver and he can’t hold back the sobs that force their way of him
• His misty moon-eyes shine in the light that passes through your curtains
• Blue bleeds from his curled up body and coats every surface of your previously vivid room
• He despises the way his rotten emotions have blended into your walls
• Nibble fingers then quickly gather any item that has sucked up his sorrow (At least that’s what he tells himself)
• He’ll take these souvenirs of your sunshine and cherish them until that delightful day arrives when you eventually take their place

.  .  .

• He’s your producer and songwriter
• Articles and fan sites have become fascinated and praise the poetic nature of your songs
• Each line is drowning in lovesick emotion that carries the weight of the human soul
• Each song is unique with a variety of tales telling love and sorrow combined with hateful rage and tortuous terror
• Every lyrics he writes is a vow to love you
• It’s not a surprise how romantic and illusionary his songs end up being, his heart always sings for you after all
• Every time your songs win an award he feels as if his love is validated
• And every time a songs fails to reach an achievement, he sobs for days on end, promising to do better
• He will not let his words fall flat and be mistaken for empty oaths
• His apartment is an archive, full of stacked books overflowing with the words of adoration that never stop their cascade
• A graveyard of blue pens (your favourite colour of course) lies in the corner of his living room, each scripted soldier aiding to the thousands of verses written in your honour
• Above the TV playing visions of you, are the hundreds of awards placed delicately upon his shelves
• You’ll have to excuse his selfish desires but he couldn’t stop himself from taking them
• Each award is a golden reassurance that his love for you is reality and the world is aware of it too
• It’s even better that these trophies were once held lovingly in your hands
• He used to trace the ghost of your fingertips along the lines of the figurine 
• Although, once he realized his tainted touch smudged away your memory, he cut his fingertips off in a panic and laid them up on his wall where they've stayed still ever since
• Drifting away from painful memory and onto thoughtful perceptions, in a competition between your siren singing and your sweet spoken call, your regular voice comes as a close second
• Each sonnet you speak is that much more meaningful due to the fact that what you say are the words he wrote
• An angelic tone constantly fills the silence of his apartment from dusk to dawn
• It’s even more euphonious watching you perform in the studio
• He can’t help his glossy eyes from floating to stare at your open lips
• Whilst your silver voice is the constant background noise that fills his head, Yoongi finds time to record you speaking light-hearted chit chat during your recording sessions
• When the time comes and Yoongi must make his way home, he walks slow in the studio but sprints on the sidewalk
• His rush can be contributed to the fact that Yoongi is always inspired to work on some arrangements when provided with new material
• He’ll cut and paste the pieces of his collection and create new paragraphs that he pretends you said to him
• Yoongi sees your life as a duet
• Neither complete without the other
• He used to sing in silence but his voice is so insincere compared to yours
• And he takes pride in the way your career and prosperity relies on him so much
• You two are so trusting in one another yet a step to far away
• It’s a pity Yoongi’s too accepting of his life with you to risk taking it a step further

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• In Hoseok’s realm of reality, you are both undoubtedly in love with one another
• Yet your relationship is a secret, kept hidden away from prying eyes and stuffed into the back of his closet where cardboard cutouts and posters sleep
• Hobi’s too shy and nervous for his undying love to be publicized, so he’ll just stick to supporting you from the sidelines
• He has a YouTube channel where everything and anything is all about you
• His favourite segment is unboxing the hundreds of albums he purchases for everyone of your comebacks
• Before cutting open the wrapping he’ll wish and beg to see your face so much it’s almost satanic
• When he pulls your photocard he almost faints in excitement but when his hands are dirtied by pulling the face of another one of your members he ends up trashing the card
• Speaking of your photocards, his collection includes every single card that can be found
• Binders upon binders are filled with your face and when he ends up doing a tour for his channel, the video ends up being over 30 hours long
• Hoseok’s favourite hobby involves curling up in his bed and cradling your limited edition twin plushie in his crushing embrace
• He nestles up to the faux sense of security, stroking the soft fabric and pretending it’s you
• Soft yet erratic gasps tumble from his warm mouth
• His head controls the ghosts of you that creates strawberry cheeks
• A sensitive smile paints it’s way onto a caramel canvas
• His body grows hot as his hopeless fantasies drive him into delusion
• Swollen lips begging out to brush up against yours
• His eyes hang heavy lidded with overblown pupils 
• His previous crying mellows down as trembling whines grow needier
• He daydreams about how you’d feel held up against him
• A raw, rose-bud blooming between the both of your bodies
• His heart trembles, overwhelmed by your hands tugging at his hair and dragging your peachy, plush mouth across his neck
• Honey hot hands grip harder to the sheets beneath him
• You make him so weak
• Heat pools below his stomach, all strung up in pretty pleasure
• Pressure building and body temp rising, Hoseok’s lost in a fool’s paradise
• After every climax in utopia, Hobi is hit with the reality of his predicament
• The rainy nights that follow look something like this…
• Hoseok gets his head bashed in by a reality check
• His brain is blown to bits, bleeding south along his bathroom tiles
• Venom pulses through his veins as he wishes the world would lose it’s mania
• Veracity is Hoseok’s enemy but it’s a good thing he’s hopeful

.  .  .

• You make Namjoon so curious
• His thirst grows stronger in need of consuming any knowledge slightly related to your existence
• Namjoon knows you better than the gods who created you
• He’s your worshipper who knows your wants and needs of the past, present and future
• Namjoon always keeps updated about your schedules, personal plans, and tiny details which other fans have shared
• He keeps a binder stocked full of information
• The binding is bursting and pages threaten to flutter out of their place
• He’s set aside every Wednesday and Friday to study your life and it’s interesting habits
• Saturdays are for quizzes which he forces his roommates to participate in
• He’s even started to live his life exactly like yours in order to feel closer to you
• This includes him eating the same meals you do and visiting places you’ve been photographed at just minutes after its been posted
• He’ll never miss out on purchasing all products you endorse or are seen using
• He’s even tailored his style to match your own (He’s always been a fan of couples clothing)
• And Namjoon, ever the worrier, is anxious that all your lives, messages, and posts are in danger of being corrupted and lost forever, so he downloads all your content into an archive for safe keeping
• Namjoon is a worshipper, dedicating his devotion to your entirety
• In a walnut wardrobe with a false backing is where your shrine meets his eyes in the early morning and late night
• Of course it’s adorned with the finest and most expensive amenities
• Jewelry, love notes scribbled onto loose-leaf paper, totems of the gods luck, and a single golden lock of your hair (Don’t ask him how he got it)
• The centrepiece held in this sacred sanctuary is a painted portrait of yours truly
• Namjoon’s never been much of an artist but it would be such a travesty not to document your desirable beauty
• Every fine features flows into the next, blurred together with emotion and sentiment
• He spend almost all the hours of his wake languishing away in an attempt to perfect every detail
• He persisted in his laborious ways until every curve, divot, and colour matched that of your own
• When a year has faded away and his mastery is finished, pearl droplets of ecstasy and varnish are used to seal it
• His half of the shared flat he lives in resembles more of an art gallery and archive then an actually home
• No part of Namjoons personality, hobbies, or are emotions are his own
• All this mania and madness is for you
• The generous god who was gracious enough to let him love you

.  .  .

• Jimin is your #1 fan
• He was there as you built your career from the bottom and has supported you in every way possible
• Every album you produce winds up in his grasp and every song is played on repeat the minute of release
• He’s watched every video you’ve ever featured in 100 times over
• Posters of you are plastered over every inch of his room, some photos even spilling out into the hallway
• Jimin’s favourite lullaby is the sound of your siren song that flows from his CD player every night
• Your sugary, sweet voice slithers deep into his thoughts every moment of every day
• You are the best things that has ever happened to him… but also the worse
• Park Jimin is so fucking jealous
• He’s always had trouble containing the fiery beast that lies unsettled in his stomach, yet lately it’s been getting bad
• He sees the way you interact with your members and he doesn’t think they’re good for you
• They hide your true potential under fake smiles that smear their scarlet lip gloss
• He hates only being able to watch as ‘fans’ cover you in filth
• His hatred has almost boiled over so many times that he had to stop going to fan-meets
• Jimin would never lie to you but he can’t let you see him like this
• Death would be a better fate than seeing the disgust that would splatter across your face at the sight of him in such a state
• Crystal rain already begins to fall down his face at the mere inclination
• The sour words you would spit at his feet and your hardened glare that would piece his chest
• However, this doesn’t mean all that he’s done to show his love already is a lie 
• He not interested in deceiving you, and the truth is that Jimin is so very sensitive
• He’s caring and emotional, selfless when it comes to showing his worth
• But sometimes Jimin feels that there’s two sides to him
• A twisted twin that he’s so very tired of pushing down
• Jimin is growing weak and he isn’t sure how much longer he’ll be able to contain the monster that’s ripping apart his rib cage

.  .  .

• Taehyung is your eternal shadow
• He follows you in the light of day and stalks you in the dark of night
• Having Taehyung as your obsessive fan would be like an undying disease
• His entire life revolves around you
• You are his universe
• The first time he caught a glimpse of your face he rushed home to etch the memory onto paper
• A fire ignited in his lungs where the smoke billowed out into short, wispy breathes
• By the time the next day rolls around he still sits hunched over his desk drawing doodles of you in his notebook
• This nights insomnia foreshadows many more sleepless nights spent studying pictures of you
• After many weeks his drawings became too lifeless and he yearns for a stolen look at your features once again
• The months that follow involve Taehyung spiralling into a new insanity
• He quit his job and left his apartment, all in search for a closer spot to you
• Taehyung and you share the same silhouette
• This is proven in the way he pursues your every move
• His new expensive camera captures every moment his eyes fail to catch
• The walls of his room are covered in pictures of you taken by his artistic eye
• He loses himself in the dreams these candids encourage and traces the outlines of your image as daylight falls
• So lost in his own mania he catches himself mumbling your name in place of his friends and mistakes strangers scent in similarity to yours
• As time grows old, Taehyung becomes bolder, more infatuated and impatient
• This masochist like to tease himself with your touch, stealing the skin he meets when his stalking becomes more akin to silent assault
• He takes the risks that put your whole relationship in stake
• His crimes double in number as his obsession becomes insatiable
• His delusions morph into a place of real-life euphoria as clarity escapes his mind
• Last night, right when the clock aged 11 in the absence of light, he stepped foot into your domain
• He hasn’t been thinking straight lately, too blinded by his fantasies to consider the consequences
• He crawls over to your bed where heaven lies in a slumbering state
• He’ll let his throat tear itself to sheds speaking his heart-felt confessions to you
• “I’m crazy about you.” Two kisses laid to bed on the crest of your chest
• “You’re the center of my world.” Bed sheets rustle as he pulls himself closer
• “I’m completely, and utterly devoted to you.” He melts into your unconscious embrace
• When the sun wakes, he takes his time dragging himself off of you and out the door
• Let’s see how far Kim Taehyung is willing to test his temptations before he destroys it all

.  .  .

• “You’re the one I’m dreaming of, in endless love, you’re my forever.”
• Jungkook’s love for you is infinite, yet despite his honest intentions, the execution of his attachment can be quite clumsy
• It seems that your love is so shocking that it electrocuted his mind
• Your breathe so toxic that it ties him up in a tongue-twister, tripping over his words for the days to follow
• Body so heavenly that his brain has melted into mush upon your first encounter
• Jungkook first spotted you on a billboard in the city and he swore he could see the stars in your eyes
• Since then he dove head-first into everything there was to know about you
• He schedule practically matches yours too a tee
• Although this was not without great struggle, after losing his job, blowing his rent money, and setting fire to his friendships, Jungkook has endured everything in order to be close to you
• He makes sure to attend all your events, concerts, fan-meets, and all things in between
• He’s the one who shouts your name the loudest, he gives you the biggest gifts, and he sends you the most love letters
• Practically every one of your fans knows who he is at this point
• Jeon Jungkook is a psycho fan who stalks you, is blacklisted from almost every venue (But that never stops him from finding a way in), and has had rumours of assaulting other fans who get in his way
• His obvious obsession is also what leads him to check all articles, management posts, and your social media every night
• This is was leads him to a harrowing discovery
• “Unfortunately, popular k-pop idol L/N Y/N has fa-” He never finished the sentence before he threw up
• Checking back on the article his concern became reality as news of you being injured broke his barely beating heart
• The ice water drifting through his veins pours out of him in the form of desperate teardrops
• Ear-shattering wailing disrupts his neighbours sleep and Jungkook's crying continues on for the rest of the night
• The only solution to his misery comes in to him in a disfigured dream
• Jungkook makes his way to your apartment on an evening that borders on sunset
• Fresh flowers are placed in front of your door accompanied with a hundred page note and a stinging smile
• He hopes that this will cheer you up in your times of great distress
• …His plans end up backfiring completely
• The next night you go live and Jungkook waits athirst for the words you’re about to speak
• “Please, please stop coming to my home. I can’t trust or appreciate anyone who so blatantly ignores my privacy and safety. If I have to beg you to stop stalking me then how can I even call you my fans?”
• You think he doesn’t love you?
• No, no, no, no, he loves you, oh god he loves you so much
• Why can’t you see it?
• Can you not tell just how much his heart screams out for its other half?
• Do you not notice all the agony he has endured, and will continue to endure, in the name of your happiness?
• This revelation brings on a fit of hysteria 
• Fears squeezes the air out of his lungs as he hyperventilates on the living room floor
• Wet words are yelled out between sobs and pleads for your love
• His tears don’t stop flooding his eyes as he lies helplessly on the wooden floorboards that soak up the sadness
• Hours border on days as he lays limpless
• He doesn’t eat nor sleep yet only mumbles a hopeless mantra that he prays will reach your ears
• “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you-” 
• Poor, pathetic Jungkook
• All those days sitting in sorrow allow a dire idea to fester within his mind
• Termites of idiocy tore apart his brain and spat out of the lovelorn remains
• Perhaps this distance is what’s limiting your sight of his loving languish
• He wants to be closer to you, craves it, no, needs it to survive in this confusing world that pins you two against each other
• So all this thinking leads him to kidnap you from your dorm
• He shushes your scream with the hand held over your mouth (one that also holds a wet rag submersed in chloroform)
• When you wake you’re disoriented and full of confusion
• You’re faced with an unfamiliar ceiling and dark shadows that spiral into your sight
• The only strong force that keeps you connected to this world are the arms wound tight around your torso
• The muffled man comforts your crying before you can notice his own
• “Now I can finally show you how much I love you.”