Korea goes into an uproar when its announced that its faceless King, Kim Namjoon, likes men and only men. In an effort to get him married off, his grandmother holds a competition in which the winner will become the King's spouse. Korea's gay men gather to win over the King's heart, but from just one look Namjoon feels himself drawn to one particular candidate, Kim Seokjin.

Prostituted since you were 16, bought from the orphanage you grew up in, life was cruel. Used, abused, and lonely you acted as a rag doll to the masters that would buy you. With a bit of hope, you were able to escape the clutches of the monster who currently claimed you. Left for dead, with no food or water, your body started to waste away and you prayed to the God of the Sea to take you. Instead, you are rescued by the Crew of Captain Min and taken to their ship where you were newly claimed as the Wench Of The Ivory Key. Cover by itsbarbecue

"What the hellhounds??" "Oh Satan's butt, what have we done??" "I TOLD YOU THIS WAS A BAD IDEA!" ☽✧ ✦ ✧☾ In which three adolescent demons screwing around with an Ouija Board accidentally summons a human. ©Kiki 2019© ➢AU ➢Romance/Drama ➢Fantasy ➢Low-key crackfic Highest Rankings: #1 in JIMIN #1 in TAEHYUNG #1 in KPOP #4 in BTS #4 in Fanfiction Thank you guys for 2 million!! 💕 **Started: February 16, 2019** **Ended: April 24, 2019**

A psych ward Two very different type of people One a killer, One a suicidal One room Can they both survive in one piece? Jihope thriller Mature content Side ships

[Part One] Jimin's POV I'm not the kind of person to go out and find myself in precarious situations, so this was the most unexpected turn of events that'd ever been forced onto me. I was just going to Manhattan with my friends for a vacation; who would've thought I'd learn this much about not only myself, but about a stranger in a club? And why couldn't the dream last any longer? --- I watched as he elegantly removed his blazer, hanging it carefully on one of the silver hooks on the wall. His black t-shirt hung loosely off his shoulders and his jeans clung tightly around his hips and thighs. He smirked, tilting his head back and looking down at me with sultry eyes. "Take a seat," he ordered in a calm, deep tone. My heart skipped in my chest and my stomach jumped to my throat. I stumbled backward into the cushions as he sauntered toward me, leaving no room to escape.

Sope Wealth, power, prestige, respect. Yoongi had worked and sacrificed his whole life to earn these things. Which was why his personal life was in nothing more than an unsatisfying string of casual encounters. When Hoseok enters his office, about to sacrifice his dreams for a rung on the corporate ladder, Yoongi is intrigued. Why does the creative and passionate man need the job so badly? And how would he react if Yoongi were to offer him a more personal position? Smut, boyxboy, BDSM, all that jazz.