#whatarewe

synopsis: for a while now, weverse has allowed fans to ‘dm’ their favourite idols. it’s controlled, it’s monitored, it’s all very pc… until you come along one drunken night and break the rules. what is supposed to be a harmless act of communication quickly spirals into much, much more and begs the question, how far should communication between a fan and an idol really go?

genre: jjk x reader (fem), smau mini-series, fluff, smut, delulu, crack

rating: 18+ | minors, dni

a/n: hey everyone! long time no see, i'm sorry :( last week was super hectic and i didn't get a lot of free time to work on hmu, but we're back! the next couple of chapters roll into each other nicely hence why i wanted to wait to upload them both at the same time and not keep you all waiting. as always, i hope you enjoy them and tysm for all the love and support on this little fic ♡ ly all so much! x

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My exams begin tomorrow and I’m working on another poem Please read “Will You?” through this link (I’m risking my grades for this.)

https://fastasthought.wordpress.com/2019/11/24/will-you/

What are we.

Am I just a fuck buddy to you

Am I a best friend

Because the person i want is you.

I dont just want to be sex to you.

I want to have a meaning.

And this meaning is that i am yours

And you are mine.

So. What are we?

We can be dating, or friends.

There is no inbetween.

You want to be my master and daddy.

You dont want to be my shoulder and my man.

What are we.

Because i like you.

What are we

Because im tearing apart my mind

What are we

Because im more than a quick hit

There is a whole mind in me. A whole soul waiting to be freed.

What are we

Because i need a tower to lean on.

And i want it to be you.

I want to be with you - like for real, nothing on the side or shit.

I want to truly date you, not some 'send nudes' boujee ish.

I’m starting to feel like a majority of my friendships are one sided.

If we are not the dreams that play every night in our heads then what are we? If we are not the wishes we enslave then what are we? If we are not the challenges we take then what are we? If we are not the smiles we fake then what are we? We are just a 20 something trying to get somewhere in our lives A place created with our own twisted perception of ‘happiness’ We could either move towards it or find a reason not to. But then again If we are not the decisions we make then what are we?