Thank you!!! 😭😭😭

foreverhamkke said:(2/2) or family obligations that limits how much we can do voting or streaming wise. Really, honey, ignore these children. They are not worth your time or your getting upset. You can love as many or as few groups as you want. There are many of us who are multifandom so you are not alone. *hugs* Ignore the ones who ruin fandoms and instead focus on the boys or girls and their music that makes you happy.

^^^^^ you tell ‘em, sis !!

kpop fandoms are so unbelievably toxic nowadays. it’s ridiculous to base how much of a fan someone is on votes and merch. yall can get the hell outta here with that politics and go back to stan twit. you aren’t appreciated here.

i’m not gonna apologize for stanning multiple groups and for having a life.

if y’all think you’ll get any satisfaction from sending me hate then you might as well turn right around. that negativity will pretty much never even be posted on my blog.

tysm for this message !! dw hun, these don’t rly effect me too much ! that last anon just caught me after i’d seen a bunch of shit on twitter so i was already a bit heated.

2. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

Frozen air burned in your lungs, taunting your attempts at breathing just as your legs screamed in pain as you ran. It was dark, so dark, and so very cold, and you had no clue where you were running, you just knew that they were following you.

Menacing forms loomed around you in the false shadow of trees but you kept going, fighting back panic and shouting Namjoon’s name. He had to be close, it had been only mere minutes since you were separated. You couldn’t bear to lose him to the darkness of the forest; there had been too much loss already. The heavy stampede of footsteps grew closer and pure fear drove you to push past exhaustion and keep the distance between you and your pursuers. You were not sure what exactly they were, but they had green eyes that sliced the blackness of the night the way boat lights bob on the ocean–foggy, and you never were quite sure how far away they lay.

To your left you heard another set of feet pounding the dirt of the forest floor, and a peek of blonde hair caught the moonlight. A wave of relief coursed through you. Namjoon was still here.

With a cursory backward glance you shifted your path to coincide with his, and he caught your figure in his periphery, a reassured sigh releasing from his lips in the form of smoky breath. His hand jutted out to grab yours and squeezed it in reassurance, hopeful that the two of you could outrun the awful beings trailing behind you.

You ran for what seemed like hours, and your muscles began to fight back against the intense prolonged use. In your mind you knew you could not slow down, but your legs just couldn’t keep up. Namjoon began to lead you through the woods instead of running beside you, and the growling and stomping behind you magnified, until you could practically feel the monstrosities nipping at your heels. You panicked, trying to will your body to move faster but it was physically impossible. You were completely used up, with no extra energy to propel yourself any further.

Namjoon’s sweaty grip began to slip through your fingers and his crazed eyes turned to pure horror as he chanced a look at what was too close to ensnaring you. Caught between needing to save you and needing to run, you saw him frantically trying to reconcile the two, but the claws tearing at your clothes brought your attention back to the more important task: keeping yourself alive.

You furiously fought the grotesque creatures attempting to devour you, but the fatigue and overwhelming knowledge of your defeat rolled over you. There was no way you were getting out alive. You screamed Namjoon’s name over and over in any attempt to be heard over the growls and snarls of the monsters, but there was no way to tell if he was fighting to get to you or if he had saved himself. But still, you screamed again, pleading with the only other person who could possibly save you.

Then suddenly, as if jerked through time and space, you reopened your eyes and desperately took in your surroundings. You tossed your head back and forth, seeing the alarm clock furiously displaying 3:56 AM, the streetlight peeking through the sheer curtains, and two arms gently but firmly shaking you.

“Baby. Baby,” Namjoon’s gravely, sleep-ridden voice cut through the sudden overwhelming silence. “Calm down, they can’t get you anymore. I’m here.”

You turned in his embrace to see him searching your features, concerned. “You were yelling my name, and ‘no,’ are you okay?”

A sigh of relief whooshed through you and you closed your eyes for a brief moment, not long enough for the last dregs of your dream to resurface. “Yeah, I’m okay. Bad dream. Awful dream.”

Namjoon drew you closer into his warm, bare chest and you sighed, placated. “It’s only just a dream, but do you wanna talk about it?” He mumbled further about Freud and dream meaning and wish fulfillment but there was no response as you drifted back to sleep to his lulling voice. This time no creatures, no woods, no green eyes filled your subconscious, just lovely, comforting darkness with the faintest hint of warmth. You were safe, and Namjoon would always be there to keep you.

this is so precious thank you so much :”””)))))