Soobin just cherishes Yeonjun, now that they are married. | ©choiyeonbin2019

"I hate liars who break their promises, but I don't hate you. Because you're my little liar." "Our promise as kids...who said I ever intended to break it?" - BL, Danmei-inspired, Christmas themed, childhood-friends, mutual pining mutual misunderstanding, minor angst but mainly fluffy short story 💗 ~10k words! Enjoy 💗 COMPLETED: 12/23/22

"If I must continue writing these, I need to know more about him. Tell me everything you love about Taehyung, and I'll write it down." ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ In which Jeon Jungkook, a florist, is paid to write love notes for the bouquets a man sends to his boyfriend. And Kim Taehyung falls in love all over again every time he reads them. ©kooksiepop COVER: @christaenity.

AU where the whole world is convinced Taekook is real when in real life they are just best pals... Well, until things get more complicated when it's decided that they should finally be a subunit... and that they should write a love song... #2 in CANON

Jules Boone has a lot of good things going for her. She has a promising career at the Suncoast Zoo, friends that she can rely on and a sunny charm that could win anyone over. The only thing Jules can't seem to do is keep a boyfriend around. When she seeks out her friend, Sara, for advice on the matter, Jules is thrown into a rabbit hole that leads her to a tall, mysterious woman that's sure to change her life forever...

COMPLETE. Dancer Jungkook finds himself between a rock and a hard place when he is forced into a mission to seduce the man least likely to fall for it: CEO Kim Taehyung. JK finds himself in the deep end of life when he has to choose between his own career and his budding feelings. ✨PLS read the tags✨ ...Taehyung zones out, lost in the soft, melodic voice when Jungkook outlines the plan for their stay, something about shared accommodation, going straight to the slopes... but his daydreams are rudely interrupted. "Am I boring you already... Mr Kim, I presume?" Quiet titters fill the bus, no one dares to laugh out loud. "Not at all... please, call me Taehyung." He can't stop the red he can feel rising up his collar. He instantly regrets offering his hand, the strength in the grip gives him too much to think about when the touch lingers, sending waves of cool travelling up and down his limbs ... the interest is oh-so-obviously mutual. This is bad, so very, very bad."

The birth of TaeKook. When a seventh member is all of a sudden introduced to BTS, what does JungKook make of this new orange-haired pixie? How do JungKook and Taehyung navigate their tender, growing feelings toward each other -especially when they approach cataclysmic proportions? Will they survive the obstacles put in their way?

Jeon Jungkook, billionaire extraordinaire, never knew he had thing for deep-voiced angels with boxy smiles. He especially didn't know he had a thing for babying the so called angel who attracted trouble like a magnet. (AU where Jungkook is insanely rich and Taehyung is a "poor," genius art student) *STORY IS COMPLETE AT CHAPTER 25. EVERYTHING AFTERWARDS IS UPDATED SPORADICALLY AND ARE SIMPLY EXTRAS.* Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the actual writing.

Eighteen. It's that time in your life that's nothing if not subjunctive: the mood you use when something might or might not have happened. It's a time that's full of change. Leaving school. Going to University. Leaving home. Saying goodbye to past people. Welcoming new people. Everything becomes different all at once. Parts are hard. Parts are easy. All of it: unavoidable. *** Approaching the end of his final year of education, Andy Williams feels lost. Life feels directionless and he craves something that he's not sure even exists. Going through the motions of life with no passion left to give feels numbing until he meets a friend that shows him there's light at the end of the tunnel.

Daniel didn't like to read, so looking after his aunts little bookshop for the rest of the summer while she was away on holiday was pure torture. Nothing interested him in any way except for that one customers who sent him smirks, brought him flowers and wrote to him embarrassingly filthy poetry.