a tragic love story between the forthcoming ruler of silla kingdom and an ordinary art student who lives in present seoul. taekook period romance au.

taehyung loves jungkook much more than was required, and now things are a little too broken to fix. [lowercase intended; cross-posted to asianfanfics under ExoHistory]

Jeon Jungkook is a True Blood with unrestrained powers. He has a mysterious life. No one actually know him, not even his parents. He is a kind person, he only hates one thing "MATES". Kim Taehyung is an Omega, the weakest of all. He is an Orphan, hungry for Love. He thinks his Mate will love him and will fill the blank space left because of love he never had. The only thing he hates is Horny Alphas who can't control themselves. (A new book. Happy Reading. 💜💜) Top: Jungkook Bottom: Taehyung (This is a fanfic of my favorite ship Taekook, cz why not 😜) Warning: This book contains some disturbing content.

One of the best vkook ff out there. Please prepare tissues

Taehyung met Jungkook, a complete stranger whom he asked for help to pretend as his boyfriend for a day in front of his parents just to get away from his arranged marriage. But what if fate has another plan? #taekookau #10 - romanticcomedy [130621] #4 - romanticcomedy [300721]

he smelled of freesia and vanilla

"Can't you see the grey sky?" "No." He turned his head side ways looking at the girl in confusion. "Take off your glasses, silly." He said. She was quiet. "... I can't." _________________________________________

"You're not a freak, Taehyung. And there's nothing you can say that will ever convince me otherwise."

"I choose dare then." "I dare you to kiss me." {An AU where Jungkook and his best friends go on a camping trip and love to play truth or dare, but sometimes it reveals a bit too much.}

"What the hell is this weirdly scented flower? It smells gross-" A deep voice cuts me off. "It's called a hydrangea, you idiot. The hydrangea is considered the flower of gratefulness. The flowers have served as a representation of heartfelt feelings, whether of joy or sadness" He says whilst snatching the bouquet away from my reach. I scoff. Who is he to publicly humiliate me because of his flower fetish? I look at him dead in the eyes. "Who the hell would know that anyway? And you're a weirdo for knowing that...I don't even know if you're making this crap up or not..." He looks taken aback but suddenly regains his composure and smiles, oh that sh*t eating smile. "A herbalist would know that...and that herbalist would be me, your majesty" ...damn.