《 "Hey", he said smiling leaning against the balustrade. He let his gaze wander over me and stopped at my eyes, "nice to see you, neighbour." I rolled my eyes and took a step closer, also leaning on the balustrade. "So you have the exact room, just at the opposite side of mine?" He laughed and shrugged. "Seems li...
(completed) "You have to let it all go. The way he kissed you, the way he smelled, the way he touched your waist and pulled you in. You have to let it go and you have to let him go. Because that's who he was, not who he is."
"A hidden connection is stronger than an obvious one." ©𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝟏𝟕 No translations allowed. |*Contains some mature and triggering content*| 18+
"Angry sex is the best sex." Just to remind you that playboys have hearts too. winner of The Fiction Awards 2019 as Best Fanfiction and Best Overall story. Highest Ranking: #1 in Fanfiction
jimin is a single dad who has a child named minji. since his ex-wife left them, jimin has been working all time to give his daughter a better life but unfortunately, he can't leave his daughter alone in his house so he decided to look for a babysitter. on the other side, taehyung is struggling in looking for a job. lu...
Bangtan as your protective older brothers?? But they don't love you the way brothers should... ____________________ "I shouldn't be doing this! This is bad...but it's too sweet to stop" ⚠*WARNING*⚠ - Mature content - Bad language - seriously messed up - **cringe** #2 in yandere 20/8/18
"Its about time you obey me." He ran his fingers through his hair, with a devilish grin. - - - - ❗️Unedited Story❗️ - 🚫Mature content🚫 ⭐There will be a story line, its not just about smut. *Trigger Warning* (Rape and other mature themes of that line) Highest Rankings: #1 fanfiction #1 parkjimin #2 hobi #17 btsjim...
The silence returns, making it more apparent to Jimin that he isn't worth talking to and his presence is unwanted. His hands form into fists and relax. He would give up if Jungkook still wouldn't move a centimetre and still ignore him. It's embarrassing that his vision blurs when he wanted to appear confident. "Please...
"Or at least get one fuck buddy, so you're not bringing random men in here and making me cook for them." "You're my chef. You're getting paid to cook for me and whomever I ask you to cook for. What's your problem with it?" A small smile creeps into his face. "My problem," he leans forward to mumble into your ear. "Is...
