No.
It is not fiction. It should not be relegated to the Fan Fiction section.
Please return it to its rightful place.
Posts by NoelChristmas
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It is not fiction. It should not be relegated to the Fan Fiction section.
Please return it to its rightful place.
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As we climbed, the air grew cooler and the indigenous girls on the road wore shawls over their heads and shoulders. Their great brown, innocent eyes looked onto ours with such sorrowful intensity that not one of us had the slightest sexual thought about them. They were like the eyes of the Virgin Mary when she was a child. We saw in them the tender and forgiving gaze of Jesus. And they stared unflinching into ours. We rubbed our nervous eyes and looked again. Still they penetrated us with sorrowful and hypnotic gleam. When they played around they suddenly became frantic and almost silly. In their silence they were themselves.
I had no use whatever for her as a lover. Sana was in love with Jungkook; but at the moment he wriggled like an eel out of her grasp. It was the saddest scene. I felt as if I was with a strange brother and sister in a pitiful dream. Once Busan was almost in view, a complete silence fell over the three of us; where once Sana would have talked her way there, she now fell silent herself, but staring at him, ragged and broken and idiotic. What was she knowing? She tried all in her power to tell Jungkook what she was knowing. Then, too, there was a strange sense of maternal satisfaction in the air, for Sana was really looking at Jungkook the way a mother looks at the dearest and most errant child, and he with his doe eyes and all his revelations knew it well, and that was why she was able to walk out of his head without a word. I looked out the window. He was now alone at the station, skimming through the magazines. Bitterness, recriminations, advice, morality, sadness-- everything was suddenly behind him, and ahead of him was the ragged and ecstatic joy of pure being.
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Bruh, this is sorta concerning. None of this happened. It’s just a figment of your imagination and I mean this in the nicest way possible. Like honestly, if you really believe that this happened, that’s really concerning.
It is not fiction.
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It is not fiction. It should not be relegated to the Fan Fiction section. Please return it to its rightful place.
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They were both as miserable-looking as anybody could be after all the things they'd done. Exhausted, Sana fell asleep in the backseat as the car roared past Suwon. We stopped at a gas station; Sana was still asleep. Jungkook took up some small talk with a gorgeous country girl wearing a low-cut cotton blouse that displayed the beautiful moles on her breast tops. She spoke with him about the scenic routes that were available to us if we were to keep going south. She spoke of lethargic days in the country. Once this would have gladdened my heart but because her heart was not glad when she said it I knew there was nothing in it but the idea of what one should do. 'And what else do you do for fun?' Jungkook tried to bring up boyfriends and loves. Her great dark eyes surveyed us with emptiness and a kind of chagrin that reached back generations and generations in her blood from not having done what was crying to be done-- whatever it was to her. She didn't have the slightest idea what she wanted.
We got back into the car. Sana rose up diligently in the back seat like humid rays emanating from the road. During that juncture on the ride, our conversation turned to the subject of summers of yore. 'What did you mostly do on warm summer days when you were growing up?' I asked Sana. She sat on the porch, she watched the cars in the road. She and her mother made ice shavings now and then. 'What are you aching to do now?' She didn't know. She yawned. She was sleepy again. It was too much. Nobody could tell. Nobody could ever tell. She was twenty-three and most lovely, and lost.
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There is no way on Earth that you saw Jungkook and Sana in the pouring rain going on a date or whatever. Many people would have spotted them and their companies would have found out. End of story.
It's a very bad idea to be throwing these ideas around when we should let them date who they like and stop making other people ship a couple who don't exist.
Also, don't reply to this with 'this is not fiction'. We know that you think that now.
It is not fiction.
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Can't wait for the next episode
It is not fiction.
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It is not fiction.
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It is not fiction.
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If they truly believe this, I will provide resources for them to get help because this is genuinely unhealthy if they do believe they saw this
It is not fiction.
I don't need your (fake) sympathy.
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It is not fiction.
There is a difference.
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Bruh, this is weird ngl....do you actually think all of that happened or are you just like, trolling...?
It is not fiction.
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It is not fiction.
I was there.
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Okay I have tried to not be this blunt but please do not throw out the lie of this being reality, when it is a fanfiction of someone shipping two idols who do not even interact at all in public together. Shipping idols who aren't actually dating or in my opinion humans in general is concerning but placing this in the part of the site meant for discussing events in Korean entertainment instead of fanfiction and then trying to say it is not fiction can make some young and impressionable users get the wrong ideas. Please stop doing this and just stick your fanfictions in the fanfiction section and stop preaching these two idols are together when in reality they are not. It is one thing to think real life couples are cute, this is a whole other level and is quite concerning.
It is not fiction.
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It is not fiction.
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It is not fiction.
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It is not fiction.
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Allkpop fanfic?
It is not fiction.
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Sana waited for Jungkook in the pouring rain. It grew cold. She wanted to make him happy. She put on a flimsy raincoat that she had got from her mother's place before she left and shuddered by the road. Every now and then a car rushed by. It was too cold; but she stood there for over forty five minutes. Her breasts stuck out straight and true; her hair was long and lustrous black; and, when perturbed, her eyes were great big brown things with timidities inside. A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
One time I asked Jungkook if he knew how much she had loved him. It was in the middle of the night; he was in the backseat. We were on our way home after a joyous outing-- but when I looked into the backseat, he was pensive.
'Go ahead, tell me. What's on your mind?' I said all of this and never looked back from the front seat.
'Oh nothing,' said Jungkook.
'You'd say that...'
I continued, 'Are you still thinking about that girl?'
He didn't answer.
They dug the carnivals together. There were merry-go-rounds, Ferris wheels, popcorn, sawdust, and a hundred of young Seoul kids in jeans wandering around. Dust rose to the stars together with every sad music on earth that night. Sana was wearing washed-out tight Levi's and a white T-shirt and looked suddenly like a real first-time mother celebrating her child's first birthday, with the most beautiful and tender face in the world.
