When it comes to stories, whether real or not, one would expect a happy ending. "I'm writing a new book, it's about love. I just don't know where to start." "Why bother?" he scoffed, taking another gulp of beer. You watched with an unpleasant look. You have never touched alcohol. "Your books are all the same." "What?" He placed the glass down, the condensation ran down the side of the glass. "Your books are all the same. It's always some sort of tragedy and there's never a happy ending. They're just as boring as you."

Getting married to the love of your life and planning the next years was supposed to be the beginning of your future. When a violent altercation sets off events that becomes the end of your love story can you rebuild from great tragedy? Can you accept the support and love of the ones around you? Possible trigger warnings Contains smut.

A lost man with no memories of his past. A simple nurse with a simple life. You never thought a good man existed, let alone one that would appear right out of thin air and in front of you. Was this too good to be true? Only one way to find out, to let him into your life. *** Your eyes flickered, a shooting star darted across the Prussian sky. "Oh my god," you jumped, "Joon, you should have seen it, it flew so fast." Joon, he heard it again, this time, your voice came out sweet and true. He couldn't help but believe that no one had ever called him with such tender before. Then he did something unexpected. When his eyes opened, before taking in the room, he slowly turned his head to the window where the voice had been coming from. He didn't have any sort of expectations of who it might have belonged to but when he found the person standing there, his heart raced. A breeze in her hair and the smile that no stars can compare to. A sensation crawled over his body, like an instinct to protect that happiness. He was breathing again. The monitor went off, his heartbeat was out of control. As you turned around, your knees almost gave out and your heart leaped. His eyes were fixated on you. But as soon as you blinked, they shut again and you questioned if you saw right in the first place. It could have been because you were too excited about the star and you created an illusion for yourself. Or that naively, you had wished upon the star that he would wake up to see the sky with you.

"Surely Seokjin told you that I was sick." the Prince said, "You wouldn't leave a sick person by himself, right?" He leaned forward, hands on the desk. "Well, um, I don't want to disturb you while you eat and you seem fine, for the most part..." you said in a quiet voice. You've never been alone with him for this long before. The space felt smaller than it actually was. "Are you accusing me of lying?" One of his eyebrow raised as the chocolate orbs pierce through you. "Your Highness, my apologies. I don't mean anything by that statement-" "Then sit down." It was a royal command and you took the seat in front of him. "Am I fun to look at?" he asked. It knocked you out of your thoughts, you realized you had propped an elbow up and your head rested on it, staring at him like a stalker. "My apologies, your Highness." you said, submerged in embarrassment. You really did want to leave now. But his gaze continued to pin you down. "I'm just joking. Please look at me all you want." Prince Namjoon, he was the epidemy is all that is good. You knew you didn't deserve him. You were only the Princess's tutor after all. But the palace is filled with secrets. And once you found out who you really were, you knew you could never be with your prince.

"I used to wish I could teleport." Namjoon admitted from behind you. It made you jump and he caught your shoulders firm and delicately. He bowed a small apology. "Teleport? Why not fly?" "That takes too long. I want to get to where I want as fast as possible. Like if someone ever needs me, I'll be there to save them immediately." "Wow, that's so deep. I used to wish I was a mermaid because I wanted luscious hair." you replied in embarrassment. But he didn't laugh in a mocking tone. "Who knows, it could still happen." he said. "You can grow a tail and swim far from here. But don't go too far, I'll miss you." A picture is worth a thousand words, that's why he loves them. Photography is Namjoon's passion, while yours is to paint. While it might seem that your paths would never cross, something happened one cold day that led to an intertwining of lives and faiths.

Architect= Leader of the Elites. Kim Namjoon= The Elites's next target. The mission= Do whatever it takes to get him to trust you. You had no care in the world, except for the assignments, and you did them without any questions asked. Kim Namjoon was just like any other assignments, it'll be easy to take him out. But obviously, nothing is ever that simple. Lock and loaded, dear Architect.

Sequel to Waste it On Me Author's Note: I won't say anything else. Read to find out! I will say there will be domenstic violence scenes. Please read at your own risks!!

"You're a coward, Namjoon. If she is the person you love, then go to her. Tell her you love her, hold her like she's your world." "Y/N," he said, trying to take your hand. "Do you still like me?" "It doesn't matter. It never did." Does love at first sight exist? You never believed it until you saw him. Unfortunately he didn't feel the same way. Yet you two were caught up literally everywhere you went. Call it bad luck, or call it a coincident. He might have made a mistake, and he'll spend the rest of his life making up for it.

🔞 #1 btssmut "Where's your breakfast Namjoon?" Asked Yoongi. "Oh here it comes" he smiled wide as a server brought over the silver covered tray and lifted the shiny lid. "A pink cupcake?" Everyone looked at Namjoon. "I'm going to marry this cupcake" He said. I flushed a slight pink, recognising he was referring to my drunken picture last night, so embarrassing.. He licked some of the frosting on the top and hummed in satisfaction. "What's so good about it?" Said Seokjin, "It's beautiful and sweet, and I can't wait to taste it all, I bet it's all delicious" He smirked, then run his tongue over his bottom lip.