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FILL MY VOID
A B O U T
Book 1.0
in the Void series
Available under Wattpad
@ mylifeasever
S Y N O P S I S
Singer-songwriter, Myla Floe, attained success throughout her career. Millions of people respected her strong voice and the way she used her wealth to better society. She was a woman who spoke her mind in public without fear of the press.
Coming from a poor state, Park Jimin never had things easy. He had to put in long hours of labor to establish his reputation. He abandoned his dream and went on to become one of the world's best dancers.
Everything changes, however, when the world's female artist of the year suffers a tragic fall and the dancer sitting a few feet away from her witnesses the incident. A murder is moving, not hesitating anymore. Myla and Jimin are compelled to cooperate in order to expose the truth. Will they be able to succeed, though, when things don't go as planned and they have some unpleasant first experiences? Will fresh emotions emerge? Above all, who really is Sienna King?
S T A R R I N G
Park Jimin as Himself
Kim Hyung Seo as Myla Floe
Sabrina Carpenter as Sienna King
D I S C L A I M E R
This book is a work of fiction.
Any resemblance to actual settings, names, characters, or events are coincidental in real life and come from the author's imagination or used fictitiously.
Do not own any images or gifs provided unless stated by author. Every wonderful credits to rightful owners of gifs or images used throughout the book.
C O P Y R I G H T
No part of this publication may be reproduced or used without the author's permission. No translation books allowed unless with the author's consent. Take in notice that plagiarism is a crime.
Copyright © 2024
by Ever V.
All Rights Reserved
S T A T U S
to be released
start | January 1st, 2024
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✧ SWEET NOTHING WITH JIMIN ✧
→ jimin x reader
→ word count: 506
→ summary: a little drabble about love and its meaning with jimin
→ warnings: just fluff actually
You never acknowledged love until you found it.
Growing up seeing love as an understatement for so many broken things seemed to have assembled a paradoxical reality in your mind. Love didn't seem to be something feasible, existing. The feeling so coveted and sought after seemed to be attainable to find. But he came to you.
With sandy hair, and plump, crimson lips. Sweet as a youth remembrance and warm as a hot day in the height of summer. Soft as feathers and mild touches on cheeks and sheepish kisses on lips. Stolen kisses and tight hugs at dawn. It's fervent like devotion and the gasp of lips and mouths clashing and skin on skin.
You never thought it could be love. But it was in its purest, most ravishing form.
It was love for the way Jimin had kept a viridescent stone in his pocket since your last trip to Jeju. And how he placed it on his bedside like a talisman and how it reminded him of the mellow breeze and the icy wind and the sizzling sun and the precious times you spent together.
There were also the chilliness dawns and the foolish hands and the muffled laughter and the lips pressed to the skin and the tangled feet and the dizzying sensation that it was all a lucid dream. The hands clasped and the sweet nothings in your ear and the pledges and the "I love you’s".
And there were nights when the longing scraped your chest and you silently cried on nights he wasn't with you. It was the lack of touch and the craving to have him close and want more, always more.
It was the adorable sight in your tired eyes of Jimin's scrunched-up face against the pillow and smooth, scented skin. The touch in his hair and the feather-light kisses on his shoulders and the timid grin and the racing heart without believing he was yours.
Love was Jimin humming a love song around the house, walking barefoot to the kitchen. It was the pizza and thai orders on lazy nights and the romantic movies and hands squeezed and the laughs he had when you cried with happy endings and ended up making love on the couch because that was your happy ending too.
Jimin knew he couldn't offer you much because he was too busy and everything took time and energy. And you didn't care. He was worth it. He loved you. Your eyes and your quirks and the way you wrinkle your nose when you're too focused on something or how you love dessert more than everything and how you giggle at anything he's capable of doing because you're too in love to distinguish anything.
So when he first saw you and the world collided in a million constellations, the colors seemed flamboyant and the heartfelt stronger. When you glanced at him across the room full of empty people, his bronze eyes and his blond hair as gray as the sand that meets the sea, you felt your heartbeat haphazardly.
And somehow, you knew, he had found it too.
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his smile at the end… he knows exactly what he’s doing
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Hoseok 6th muster D2 look
a.k.a. leaving my sanity at the door
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