Tae is a bored college student with too much energy, JK is an idol who wants a look at normal life -or to spy so he can see how his fans like his new album... With a deep scan on stan Instagram, they both come across something called "Kpop penpaling" where fans can connect through writing letters. Jeongguk goes undercover as a fan and DMs the first account he sees, Kim Taehyung. ✨Mostly a twitter crack fic ✨taekook ✨occasionally written chapters when they start to write to each other

Where in Jeongguk accidentally snapchats the wrong username. | COMPLETED | cc: -strawberrykoo

Taehyung is forced to flee from America, leaving behind angry gang members and his secret agent of a father, went to South Korea to start over in a new university with a new life, leaving his gun moves and aggressive manner behind. Hoping he'll be safe there for a while until everything clears up. That is until he meets the 'nerds' of the university, or better way to put it, the wolves in disguise. They appeared nerdy and defenseless. Hiding their tattoos and ugly habits behind braces and glasses. No one suspected them to be rulers of the most notorious gang in South Korea. Especially Taehyung. Taehyung wants the protect them, falling for their timid and impotent persona. Meanwhile they want him as their little doll, believing he's just like any regular kid with impeccable beauty. Especially the leader, Jeon Jungkook, being more determined to have the innocent looking boy with the mysterious aura, while keeping his gang related identity hidden behind round glasses and over sized clothes. "You know what they say," Jungkook tusks, fixing his glasses on his face, "Don't judge a book by its cover doll." "You want to know why my hair is red, Jungkook?" Taehyung asks huskily, leaning his face over the younger's uncomfortable eyes, "It matches my temper, something your cute little self wouldn't want to see; might scare you away." "Wanna bet?" ________ #1 Taekook #1 Nerds #1 Gangau #1 Vkook ______________ *detailed scenes* *3rd person *boyxboy *smut (very detailed, SWITCH) *Violence *harsh language

▪︎They say the human body is the best picture of the human soul. And his body is a work of art. So what does that make his soul?▪︎ Running from the shadows of his past, Kim Taehyung is an aspiring art student in his final year of college. One class stands between him and graduation: Illustration of the Human Form. Taehyung thinks he's seen and done it all, but this particular course is about to unveil much more than he bargained for. Enter Jeon Jungkook, a recent college dropout desperate for extra money. Driven by a relentless need to make ends meet, he finds himself thrust into an unexpected opportunity when a professor invites him to model for the renowned drawing course. With unwavering resolve, he accepts, unaware that this decision will change everything. What seems like a straightforward course becomes a catalyst, unraveling the intricate threads of Taehyung and Jungkook's lives. In the intimate space where charcoal meets canvas, the duo navigates not only the beauty of the human form but also the scars etched deep into their souls. As the lines blur between artistry and vulnerability, Taehyung and Jungkook embark on a delicate dance, revealing layers of unspoken pain and exposing the rawness that binds them. But first, clothing and inhibitions must be shed. Illustration of the Human Form is a nude drawing class, after all. 𝗔 𝗧𝗔𝗘𝗞𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆! Contains: ✔ Angst ✔ Fluff ✔ Mature content and language ✔ SWITCH TAE & SWITCH KOOK Note: There are mentions of past trauma. No details are provided as this is a story about growth, healing, and hope.

'' I don't want an ALPHA for my mate. I would rather die than to be with one '' - Taehyung Under editing Started: Sep 2019 Ended: Jan 2020

[COMPLETE] Jungkook is jealous and all he wants is to be admired like his friend, Taehyung. He comes up with a plan to write love notes to himself in an effort to one-up his friend; however one day, notes start appearing that he, himself had not written. Highest Rankings #1 Fanfiction #1 Vkook #1 Taekook [Started 12/06/2019] [Finished 20/01/2021] [rewriting]

"I can give you a lap dance, but mom can't find out." "W-what?" "Well? Do you want one or not?" "I- um- you-" {Where Jungkook falls in love with a stripper, and Taehyung falls in love with his step-brother}

Jungkook is a jock. Taehyung is a misfit. Sometimes fuckbuddies isn't enough...sometimes emotions get in the way... ________________________ "I fucking hate you!" "Why?! Huh?! Has it ever occurred to you why you fucking hate me?!" Chapters with smut have ⭐ Requested By: @WhyToothfairyGoLarry copyright © that_one_bitchhh 2018

Book 2: The Fated Chronicles Will doesn't trust anyone. Doesn't let them in because he doesn't want to get hurt again, he can't afford to. Will is lost, he's been through too much to not be. Will doesn't know what he's doing, besides trying to make it through each day. But it's hard because Will is scared. Will is always scared. Damon is mad, he's the next in line alpha to a pack that fears him. Damon is always mad because nobody gets him, they all think he needs to be fixed, he doesn't. Damon does bad things when he's mad and even worst things when he's sad. And these days, Damon is always sad. Will and Damon are both broken. Broken pieces sometimes fit together and other times, they don't. But every once in a while, they clash until they fit just right. Will and Damon fit just right

"What's wrong?" He asked softly, grabbing Kai's arm and preventing him from running away again. "N-nothing." Kai whispered looking down at his shoes. Nicolas lifted Kai's chin and looked into his black eyes with a soft look. "I know something is wrong. Tell me." He coaxed moving his hand from Kai's chin to cup his cheek instead. "I don't like it when you laugh and smile with Rex" Kai mumbled. "I want you to only smile at me." _____________________________________________ Kai and Nicolas were best friends. They've always been best friends. Everyone around them craved to have a friendship as beautiful as theirs. Nothing could change it. Until something could. Something as simple as feelings.