❝ And so, you became one of those mysteries, Tae. ❞ © sataellite, 2018. COVER © xchasingdreamz

She would watch him dance every single night, knowing his every move. The only thing she didn't know is that he knew. A story about self love & self destruction. © stereoids 2018. All rights reserved. Published on Jan. 21st Completed on Oct. 13th

❝B-but I'm from 1860 America....❞ The seven young men exchanged glances, unsure of what to do. Finally one man cleared his throat. ❝I'm sorry, miss, but you're in 2018 South Korea, now.❞ When Abigail Carver falls through her closet, she finds she's just done the impossible: time travel. Now, stuck with outlandish and strange men who call themselves BTS, she must find out the how to get back to her family. But perhaps there's a reason why she wound up 158 years into the future; a darker, more sinister reason. Join Abby on her confusing, but hilarious journey through this new era with BTS. [Warning: some "not so 1860 American" content (language)] #10 in RomCom ~BTSFanfic ___________________ "Your style of describing hooked me and made me click on the vote star. Good job!! 👌❤" @ThinkingFingers- Hahahaha it's awesome that you manage to be hilarious and serious at the same time. I can't stop laughing at the little funny details you added. @greenantidote "Thank you for the incredible book! Though it was bittersweet, it still managed to take over my life for a day 😂 keep writing! 💜💜" @0BekaLynn0 Let's start with how much I love the fact you have made a photo to go with your chapter and finish with how I can't stop reading. I think I found one of those hidden gems Wattpad keeps telling me about! @violette_rosie ___________________ [Started: July 14, 2018] [Finished: July 31, 2018]

!COMPLETED! ❝𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑.❞ 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀. That's her name. Peculiar but beautiful. She said she liked my name too. 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍 Common but special like the person who owns it. Why did my heart skip an inadvertent beat? .... He is not afraid of getting broken, that he already is. He just doesn't want the remnants of his shattered being to be thrown away into non-existence. Despite the trials this life welcomed him with, he is still afraid of disappearing, he still wants to be. .... Started: 30-5-2020 Ended: 26-7-2020 • • 1st Place - House of Army Awards (Jimin Category) 1st Place - Wings Awards (Short story category)

"Nothing's changed. You'll go home. You'll be bored. You'll be ignored. No one will listen to you, really listen to you. You're too clever and too beautiful for them to understand. They don't even remember your name." * * * * Coraline!AU. #1 in 'btsxreader'

Do you ever get this feeling that something is the most ilogical thing in the world, however you wouldn't do anything differently even if you get a second chance? That's what happens when you wake up in a place that you never saw before, in the body that is definitely not yours. That one time I became Park Jimin. I wouldn't do anything differently. ::Based on true story:: Published 2016 March 5th

but he died, didn't he? © boxache 28/12/16─28/06/18 bangtan sonyeondan.

"If you really want to die, can't you do it somewhere else? I don't want disgusting blood and other organs splashed all over my favorite place." A complete stranger causes Soojin to miss her chance of suicide, only to get her 12 more hours to attempt it again. A stranger, A dying girl, 12 hours, And a few wishes. What will happen in this journey? Warnings: suicidal theme, mentions of self-abuse and parental abuse. Previously known as wishes to a stranger [COMPLETED]

The color of grief varies. For some, it's red, hot, vengeful, anger. For others, it's black, a solid nothingness. But when those feelings settle, it's always a deep, navy, blue. Water you dive into, to reach for the bottom, to struggle, to maybe drown. A wave that crashes until it's terraformed the mind to accustom to the harsh tides. Perhaps that was the color of the sky on November 10th, 2020, when Jeon Jungkook took his last breath, when the world stopped breathing, when the last great dynasty crumbled. Perhaps it has never brightened since. Perhaps that dusty, gold encrusted blue, has bled past the emotion of grief into everything else. Into the inhale and exhales of every breath. Bangtan doesn't know any better than blue. From the bottom, there is the deepest, nearly black, shade that colored in that fateful night. A few rows up and it's that navy, manageable but residing in the back of their minds like a childhood book with their fingerprints all over the pages. And there's miracles, the brightest tint, so close that it's almost white. But never that pure. There's a price for everything. For the faintest taste of peace, sometimes, it's sanity. --- Originally on AO3 as two separate works 'to the one who will never see this' and 'to the one I swore would never see this.' Please refer to these works for extra tagging for any possible triggers.

Do you think you control your own fate? [Open fanfic inspired by the BTS Music Videos "Run", "Awake", and "Epiphany".]