Melitadala - Melita

   [00:00]  A night shift ain’t half bad if you are working on a bookshop. A night shift is not bad at all when you have someone waiting for you at home. As I closed the lights and locked -twice- the door of the old bookshop I decided to dedicate my life to here in Korea, I smiled. Hoofs of my breath went up in little transparent clouds and then disappeared among the small thin droplets of rain water that accompanied me since this morning. I tacked my hair inside my hat and half-jogged to make it just in time for the last bus of the day. Occupying my usual sit in the far back corner of bus no8, I plugged my earphones on, resuming the soft lo-fi playlist that I played during the day at work, and opened my Greek-Korean coursebook.

Sooner than I thought the bus halted in my stop and the driver, that knew me better than my parents at this point, honked softly to break my trance of Korean whispers and Greek curse words that he was so used in listening. I jumped messily out waving at the poor man, and still book in hand and music in my ears I hoped home. I leaned to the doorframe of our small shared apartment and I spend a good five minutes trying to fish my keys out of my packbag. I knew that Jimin was probably already home, since as from this afternoon he and the boys had a two days break, but I also knew he was probably sleeping his exhaustion out, so there was no force in this universe that could make me ring the bell.

I finally entered my jib in time to see my boyfriend of 3 years rise from his spot in the sofa, only to stumble back down the second after. I kept my earphones on and the coursebook in front of my face, trying to pretend that his messy hair and adorable puffy face didn’t affect me in the slightest. Moving past him I broke into a smile and I laced my fingers through the light-coloured mess of hair, before finally putting my precious book and keys on the table by his side. The music in my ears was now interrupted by high pitched giggles that leaved my boyfriend’s full lips, and he reached out to grab me by the way. I settled laughing on his lap, enfulged by his strong arms and the familiar scent that I’ve come to recognize as my own kind of bliss.

List of bisexuals whose identities are erased by the media.

P!nk

Anne Frank

Megan Fox

Billie Joe Armstrong

Snooki

Drew Barrymore

Angelina Jolie

Azealia Banks

Kesha

Fergie

Lady Gaga

Madonna

Clive Davis

Anna Paquin

Bai Ling

Carrie Brownstein

Evan Rachel Wood

Amber Heard

Frenchie Davis

Vanessa Carlton

Jillian Michaels

Freddie Mercury (debatable, but considering he had had a long-term relationship with Mary Austin and he tended to keep quiet on matters of his private life, we’ll never know for sure)

All or which have either been given the name “gay” or “straight“ by the media despite coming out. There are more than two sexualities and this is a fact that most people (even on Tumblr nowadays) forget. People tend to assume that since someone is with a person of the same gender, they’re gay. (Or vice versa in Angelina or P!nk’s case) This is incorrect to assume because you’re erasing their identities in the process. The people on this list aren’t gay or straight, they’re bisexual. No matter how much the media tries to erase that.

When did this happen, dear God have mercy on my heart 

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