La Vie en Rose translates from French; meaning "Life in Pink". You grew up in a very wealthy family. You were happy; but it wasn't because of the material things. You were happy because of the people around you. For that, you claimed that this is La Vie en Rose; but because of one normal night, everything changed. You weren't truly happy anymore. But then you met him. Can you finally call this La Vie en Rose again? COMPLETED ON: 2018/02/03 #750 in FANFICTION (May 27, 2017) #481 in FANFICTION (February 2, 2018) Note: This story is written in the First Person's PoV. Song Inspiration (November 2016): La Vie en Rose - Louis Armstrong ver.

"i only looked up, and now i want to look down and put my feet on the ground," Choi Jangmi, like the rest of the kingdom, only fears one person. The Emperor. With his cold, unsettling gaze and the strange scar that marks his pale skin, no one dares to challenge Min Yoongi. Yet, when Jangmi is pulled into an engagement with the man who everyone fears, her life takes an unexpected turn. A Min Yoongi fanfic

"You can fall for anyone, knowing they aren't good people. Toxic relationships wouldn't exist if people always chose the right type." ✧ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ✦✧✦ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ✧ Park Heejae is not his type. Min Yoongi is not her type either. Yet when they come together, it's like an explosion that created the universe. Their brains make them pull away while their bodies keep pushing them together. What happens when the explosion causes a bump in their smooth going lives, forcing them to co-exist while their hearts battle the inevitable?

"I'm going to ask you one question which will explain why you don't know who I am." Confused, I shrug. "Alright." He takes a deep breath in, and peers his eyes over his glasses to look directly into mine. "You know BTS?" I blink. "Who?" ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ Anyone would die to be near an idol in real life. Or in Jiyeon's case, to be standing so close one, to hold hands with one, to receive things from one, without even realising who it is. ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ Started: 1st of August 2020 Finished: 17th of February 2021 ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ If you see any spelling mistakes please try to ignore them. I would correct them but then I'd lose the in-line comments so yeah, thanks! ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ #1 in bts #1 in bangtansonyeondan #1 in bangtan #1 in kpop #1 in minyoongi #1 in minsuga #1 in suga #1 in btssuga #1 in btsyoongi #1 in jin #1 in hoseok

In which a famous superstar group member, min yoongi accidentally ran into his past lovers after more than 6 years of not seeing each other. inspired by the song that yoongi wrote: We Don't Talk Together (sung by Heize). The piano part at the end of the MV hits me so hard i had to write about it.

She was a stargazer. She was patient. She was a night owl. She's a star.

How can a singer sing without a voice? How can a daughter be without her parents? One second. That's all it took. And now she's alone. And it's quiet. Until she finds a new love for playing instruments, and she realizes that she doesn't need to say a word to be heard. And Min Yoongi hears her. -cover by @Maveea 💖

"do you... trust me?" it's a low whisper, the king's soft lips pressed against the stuttering pulse in your throat. but you think, or maybe you hope, the implications are trying to delve much deeper into your heart. regardless, your answer has never wavered. "yes." Pairing: Joseon King Yoongi x reader Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Historical AU, Joseon AU, Daechwita AU, Royal AU, Drabble Series Content warnings: explicit sexual content, descriptions of violence and blood, minor character death. further warnings will be specified in specific chapters. A note: Please pay attention to the dates, but read in the order that the drabbles are listed, not in chronological!

"I hope you don't make the mistake of going easy on me," she smirked as she twirled the sword in her hand, feeling its balance before giving him a satisfied smile. "Shall we?" Yoongi gestured to the centre wooden pedestal. They walked to opposite ends of the wooden platform, their footsteps echoing in the empty combat hall, the pennant lazily moving in the afternoon breeze. They crossed their swords in the centre, "Honorem, Gloria, Libertatis!" Elira yelled before they separated, their swords sliding against each other .... Lueur: Glow .....