My Bunny
..Introduction..
Author Sofiee
welcome you all to this new story
Author Sofiee
I welcome all Taekook lovers and BL lovers here and also who love stories
Author Sofiee
Here the 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧 before enter into the story
𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚
.🔴𝙂𝙖𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚
𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙮
𝙎𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙥 ( 𝙆𝙤𝙤𝙠)
𝙄𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙢
( 𝙏𝙖𝙚 )
𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚
𝙈𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣
𝙈𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙙
𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚
𝙈𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢
𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝙞𝙛 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚
𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙧
𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙥𝙞𝙘 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚
𝙋𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙥𝙩..
𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝙺𝙿𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚕 𝚜𝚎́𝚡𝚞̂@𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙
𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕
𝙄𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 , 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩
That's all enjoy this story
The feelings
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𝘐𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯?
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳
𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘢 𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 - 𝘰𝘳𝘦?
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧—
𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺’𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯?
𝘐𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦…
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 _𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯
𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵.
𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.
𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘦.
𝘐𝘧 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦- 𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯.
𝘐𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵…
𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥.
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴,
𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴.
𝘎𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.
𝘈 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘺,
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺,
𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦.
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘐 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦.
𝘈 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦
𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘮𝘦.
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦.
𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 - 𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 - 𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴
𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺’𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳.
𝘚𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭?
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺.
𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯’𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭
𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵?
𝘐𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦,
𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺, “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴?”
𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳.
𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦.
𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭.
𝘚𝘰 𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴.
𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵
𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴.
𝘖𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦—
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭,
𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥,
𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴.
𝘎𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 -𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦
𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴.
𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘭𝘺,
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳.
𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺,
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦.
𝘐𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦,
𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴,
𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴,
𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘴.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴
𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦—
𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵,
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥.
𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴.
𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘴.
𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘴.
𝘔𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴.
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸.
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥’𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵
𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺.
𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦.
𝘍𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵.
𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱.
𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.
𝘑𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦.
𝘕𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.
𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭.
𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴.
𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸
𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦.
𝙄 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙆𝙤𝙤 𝙠𝙤𝙤.
𝘼 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚
𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡
𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙨.
𝘈𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵,
𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴,
𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.
𝘐 𝘤𝘳𝘺.
𝘐 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴.
𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘴.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯.
𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘒𝘰𝘰 𝘬𝘰𝘰
𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴.
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴.
𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦—
𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘒𝘰𝘰 𝘬𝘰𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯?
𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨?
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮.
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘰?
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴
𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩…
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴?
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵
𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.
𝘚𝘰 𝘐 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴—
𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘧𝘶𝘭.
𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵,
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵,
𝘒𝘰𝘰 𝘬𝘰𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴.
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦,
𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘮𝘦,
𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩:
𝘐𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦
𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦…
𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦
𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘼 𝘿𝙤𝙡𝙡
𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴.
𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 ℍ𝔸ℙℙ𝕐 𝔹𝕀ℝ𝕋ℍ𝔻𝔸𝕐 𝕂𝕆𝕆 𝕂𝕆𝕆 ❤
.....𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨...
Dairy and Kookoo
Tae finished writing in his diary.
He wrote a name…
and crossed it out
.
When he lifted his head,
Kookoo was there.
Staring at him.
It felt as if Kookoo was asking something.
Kim Taehyung
“What are you looking at?”
Kim Taehyung
“Hasn’t it been a year already?
A whole year…
and you’re still not bored of me?”
Every day,
I come to you.
Every day,
I pour my pain into you.
“If one day you get tired of listening,
tell me, okay?
I don’t want to hurt you too.”
Kookoo did not answer.
She could not.
But Tae felt
as if those button eyes
were still watching him
Kim Taehyung
“Alright…
Happy Birthday, Kookoo.
I wish you stay with me
for a very long time.
Will you?”
He closed his diary carefully,
hid it like a secret,
and went to Kookoo
Tae lifted her gently.
Kim Taehyung
“Stay here, my little Kookoo.
I’ll be back.
Something will happen today,
I can feel it.
And when it does…
I’ll come back to you
and cry again.
Forgive me for that.”
He kissed Kookoo softly
and turned to leave.
That was when Jimin rushed in.
Park Jimin
“Tae!
What are you still doing here?”
Park Jimin
“Come on, get ready!
If we’re late again,
that professor is going to chew us alive.”
Tae smiled faintly
and looked back once more at Kookoo.
Kim Taehyung
“I’ll come back,”
They walked quickly down the corridor.
After a few steps,
Jimin slowed down.
Park Jimin
“I always ask you the same thing.”
Park Jimin
“If something hurts you,
why don’t you tell me?”
Tae shook his head lightly.
Kim Taehyung
“It’s nothing, Chim.
What pain do I even have?”
Park Jimin
“Don’t lie to me like that.”
He turned Tae toward him.
Park Jimin
“I see you every day.
I know when you’re pretending.
I know when you’re breaking.”
Tae’s fingers tightened around his bag.
Park Jimin
“You tell everything to your Kookoo,
“but you never tell me.”
Kim Taehyung
“I don’t know how to say it…
I’m scared, Chim.”
Those words
were small,
but they were honest.
That hurt Jimin more than silence ever could
.
They had studied together
for two years
.
Two years of shared benches,
shared exhaustion.
Jimin had seen Tae struggle.
He had seen he disappear
into himself.
Park Jimin
“I think something in first year
changed you,”
Park Jimin
“You started keeping everything inside.”
Park Jimin
“I won’t force you.
I won’t push you.”
“But I don’t want to be
just someone who walks beside you.”
“I want to be someone
you can lean on.”
Tae’s throat tightened.
Jimin pulled him into a hug.
Park Jimin
“No matter what,
I will stay.”
Tae laughed weakly,
trying to hide the tears.
Kim Taehyung
“Hey…
don’t hold me like this.
You don’t feel like my friend anymore.
You feel like my mother.”
Jimin smiled through his sigh.
Park Jimin
“Then yes.
I’ll be your mother,
your friend,
your shield —
whatever you need.”
And the two of them
walked forward together,
laughing softly.
But even as they walked,
Tae’s heart
was still somewhere else.
With his diary.
With his doll.
With the words
He had not yet learned
to say aloud
.
Because some wounds
need time
before they trust
another human voice.
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