all jungkook did was write stories about fictional characters, that somehow came to life. highest ranking - #304 in fanfiction © author kya 2017

"So... can we listen to more of that Chinese music?" "It's Korean, Jesus fucking Christ." started ; december sixth, 2015 finished ; february twenty second, 2016 161010 - 100k reads

Jimin is a matchmaker - an assistant to Cupid - and is sent to the mortal world to make a boy named Min Yoongi fall in love with his music partner, Jung Hoseok started ; february eighteenth, 2016 finished ; july seventh, 2016 160515 - #87 in fanfiction 160523 - #75 in fanfiction 160910 - #7 in yoonmin 160910 - #1 in yoonseok 161002 - #2 in yoonmin 160813 - 100k reads 161011 - 200k reads 170317 - 300k reads 170605 - 400k reads 170810 - 500k reads 171019 - 600k reads 171222 - 700k reads

"How do cats end a fight? They hiss and make up." In which Jimin accidentally texts the wrong number. -- T/W: strong language and lots of fluff

"You can run away with me, anytime you want." I want to get away. Away from the abuse at home, at school hell, but we're not friends. I could never be friends with Gerard Way. He's just some guy that fate seems to drive me towards. His brother may be even more of asshole than him, making my school life living hell and I guess things at home are not too great either. And despite how much of an asshole Gerard Way is, he's the only one that seems to make anything better.

Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)

❝there's a sign on the door and i've come to apply. and don't stutter, embarrassment doesn't look good on you.❞ ⤷in which a boy who owns a flower shop hires someone that changes his heart. [yoonmin au] {completed} (#847 in fanfic 11/2/16)