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Just One Day
Aya | 17 years old | Mapuan | BS Multimedia Arts and Sciences | EXO, B.A.P & BTS


하루만 내게 시간이 있다면
달콤한 니 향기에 취해서
곤히 난 잠들고파
빡빡한 스케줄 사이에 기회가 있다면
따스하고 깊은 눈 안에 몸 담그고파

an-exotic-writer:

loveteacupkisses:

narutomakis:

injellyfish:

ahkmenra-h:

hellabitcoins:

sansaspark:

magconbabe-matt:

This shit better work

HAH I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND LOOK WHAT I GOT FROM MY DAD TODAY OUT OF THE BLUE

what if we all got paper lol
GUYS I REBLOGGED THIS LAST NIGHT AND I JUST GOT $150 

I am not even kidding but I am reblogging this twice in a row because I just got $275.

GUYS MY MOM JUST WALKED INTO MY ROOM AND TOLD ME I WON A $1000 SCHOLARSHIP I AM SCREAMING

because, why not??

What

cause that was so necessary 

exo-xo-got7:

Jackson in Big Bottle MV 

I really like the song and the mv like omg lmao 

Everyone I love always leaves me in the end.

baetan:

minseok-centric coffee-au for hoseokjung :) 

taste.
rated t for too cute 
word count: 1,002

    He had you at three extra shots please, a macchiato smile hinged between his ears, eyes like espresso shots, dark and swirling beneath chocolate-pumped lashes, thick and sweet. His voice swirled around your head like vanilla and foam, drizzled in caramel. He hit you like a caffeine high and by the time you were done taking his order, you were completely and utterly smitten. 

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Anonymous asked: Thanks for doing my taehyung/hair stylist scenario. I like how detailed and descriptive your writing is! Your scenario made me think of another question. What do you think each of the bts boys would smell like?

baetan:

i decided to write lil drabbles for each of them :D 

*note: for more info about synesthesia, here’s the wiki article, and here is a site that is perhaps a bit less confusing :) I do personally have scent-color synesthesia so I guess this is written a bit from personal experience? 

synesthesia.
rated e for everything good about life
word count: 1,151

01. seokjin

    He is mint green in the morning, because his shampoo is candy-apple, one of those rare times that the color matched it’s scent, but as soon as he hits the kitchen, he is draped in a light blue, the smell of warmth and cooking rice. After a particularly harsh dance practice, he is a muted amber, musky and panting, grinning as he dabbed at himself and you handed him a towel and a bottle of iced water. Your favorite, though, is the teal of his lip balm that he always uses too much of but no one minded because it smells so nice, and he’d always offer you some, but you would shake your head and smile because no one makes it look quite as good as he does. 

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baetan:

30 day writing challenge;

prompt 01: beginning 
rated t for tasty 
word count: 626 

for hoseokjung bc she hurts my soul 
minseok-centric 

     The first time he found your hand with his, Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone were sharing a heated kiss on screen, the popcorn nestled between his legs. You could’ve sworn you swallowed a mouthful of honey-bellied bees instead of popcorn, stomach buzzing up a storm, heat crawling up your skin, clawing down the ladder of your spine, the most wonderful kind of venom prickling through your bloodstream as his fingers grazed yours, knitting your hands together. It was like patching up ripped jeans——two halves meeting to make a whole again. 

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baetan:

30 day writing challenge;

prompt: accusation
rated t for teen angst
word count: 701

namjoon-centric for the bae

    There are nights when the stars are pin pricks in the sky that mock him with their light, nights when time sloshed by, coagulating around his ankles, submerging him slowly and completely, filling his ears with a silence so loud he couldn’t remember what it was not to hear. There are nights when the world cracked above his brows, the moon breaking through the windows, him helpless to do anything but open his mouth and let the yolk run down his throat. 

Those are the nights he writes the most. 

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Anonymous asked: OMG can you write sleeping in his hoodie with Suga??

baetan:

parallel fic to this one :) 

reminder.
rated t for tremendously adorable 
word count: 431

     He comes back on cold nights, shivering from head to toe, teeth clattering so loudly he swears he’d wake up the entire house and by the entire house, he means you. He kicks off his shoes and breathes out, kicking the door closed behind him, basking in the quiet of the dark house. The clock on the wall always scolds him for the time; he’s always late. 

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dthm.