i went home after a tiring day, i decided to take a nap but when i woke up i got transmigrated into an otome game?! ••• Started: [ 10-27-21 ] Ended: [ 12-03-21 ] [Cover pic not mine]

"Who was your first kiss?" Ares asked very seriously and my face started reddening. "I. . . haven't been kissed. Yet." I looked away as I didn't have the courage to meet his eyes and admit this. "Why not?" Why was he asking me this? "You obviously know why. I'm average, I'm just a normal girl." I was interrupted by an impatient scoff. "That's not why." "Fine, you tell me why." I retorted but instantly regretted it. He was going to tell me that I wasn't pretty enough or that I wasn't interesting enough or that I- "You were waiting." *** Highest Ranking: #2 in Werewolf, #1 in Fiction "My jaw is on the floor!!! I'm so sad it's over" -AlexysZor-El "Honestly one of the best wattpad books I've read" -baebae_blue_hair "This was the first story I've ever read on Wattpad. That's how I fell in love with this app. Thank you author!" -inaffetss

Taekook oneshots and short stories -top tae -bottom kook -fluff -smut -angst -love☺️ **pictures and covers do not belong to me. All rights to rightful owner*

One shot compilations top!taehyung bottom!jungkook

Bullied at school and constantly shouted at at home, Jimin never felt loved, so when a shy billionaire Mr. Jeon sends out his worker to him, claiming he is the boy of his dreams Jimin agrees to become his secret lover. The only rule is, during their meetings he has to be blindfolded, so he can never see Mr. Jeon's face. Their odd relationship seem to work out until a new boy joins Jimin's class and he falls head over heels for the extremely handsome and charming Jungkook. Suddenly faced with longing towards two men Jimin is totally lost, but are the mysterious billionaire and the high school cutie connected in a way Jimin could have never imagined? What if one day he will see Mr. Jeon's true face? Top: Jk Bottom: Jm Warning: Smut

"What are you doing here?" you asked, trying to steady your racing heart. "Hi," Jungkook said unbothered by your question his voice low and smooth. "Do you remember me?" You straightened keeping your posture stiff. "I remember," you replied coolly. "I believe we got off on the wrong foot the other night. I'm Jeon Jungkook." You were annoyed. "What do you want?" you asked him. He shrugged nonchalantly. "I had something to discuss with you." •••• He nibbled his way into your life, until he made sure you would fall for him. For her, I'd go to war with anyone, even if it meant losing myself along the way.

*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚❟ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚.* Run. The carnival is dead. No lights. No laughter. Just rusted rides and torn tents whispering in the wind. A place forgotten by time. A place that should've stayed that way. I weave through broken stalls, my anklets betraying me with every step. Chhan... Chhan... "𝘉𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." (Please do not go away like this and make me restless...) His voice drifts through the air. Calm. Lazy. Too relaxed. I duck behind an abandoned game stall, pressing a hand over my mouth. The scent of rust and damp wood burns my nose. Click. His lighter flicks open. Shut. Open. Shut. I peek through a gap in the stall-he's nowhere. But I know better. He's here. Somewhere. Watching. The lights flicker. The Ferris wheel groans to life, metal screeching as it turns. My stomach drops. No. I spin, ready to run, but my feet freeze as I see it-cables. Thick, rusted carnival wires looping around the ground like vines. And one of them... Tightly wrapped around my ankle. A sharp tug-my body jerks backwards, my scream lost in the wind. I thrash, clawing at the ground as he pulls me in. Slow. Effortless. Like I was never running at all. "𝘈𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘮, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." (For my sake, please come back...) His shadow looms over me, the glow of his lighter flickering against his smirk. "Enough, Butterfly," he murmured. "Time to come home." (THE BOOK HAS NOT STARTED YET! THE CHAPTERS BELOW BELONG TO MY OLD BOOK!!)