When Kim Namjoon walks into a tiny café on a rainy Seoul evening, all he wants is warmth and a moment to breathe. What he doesn't expect is her-a woman who knows exactly who he is and still treats him like a regular guy. As days turn into quiet conversations and hesitant smiles, Namjoon starts to fall. But falling in love with a global superstar isn't easy, especially when the world isn't ready to be kind about it. Fame is loud. But in this coffee shop, there's peace. Until there isn't. [knj × oc] includes explicit mature content. minors dni. trigger warnings like graphic depictions of violence, violation of privacy, doxxing, etc. pls proceed with caution. (E) in the chapter name denotes explicit content.

A solo trip to Seoul was supposed to be a fresh start-a chance for Choi Hanni to reconnect with her late mother's homeland and begin her new life as an English teacher. What she didn't expect was to literally crash into her favorite idol, Min Yoongi, spilling his coffee... and unknowingly spilling into his world. What starts as a chance encounter turns into something more-a quiet pull, a late-night text, a home-cooked meal, a lingering touch that says more than words ever could. Yoongi, the ever-private, ever-controlled genius producer, finds himself drawn to Hanni in a way he can't explain. And Hanni, who's always been too understanding, too used to being an afterthought, finds herself at the center of something she never expected. But Yoongi's world isn't simple. And Hanni never wanted to be a burden. As their connection deepens, so do the challenges-hidden glances, whispered conversations, and a public life that demands secrecy. What happens when the line between an idol and a fan blurs? When two lives-so different, yet so alike-begin to intertwine? And when the one person who never asks for anything... is the one he wants to give everything to? 📚 Fictional story. I do not own BTS or their likenesses-just borrowing names to explore soft chaos, emotional healing, and the long road to love. 🛡️ All rights reserved. Please don't copy, repost, or translate without permission. Support original creators (and keep Echoes' blood pressure stable). 💜

Min Yoongi has spent years perfecting the art of restraint; of keeping his world measured, controlled, and safely detached. Then one night with Kim Eunah; a woman who never asked for anything, not even his name, becomes something he can't quite leave behind. What started as a moment of weakness turns into a pattern neither of them expected: too familiar to be strangers, too guarded to be lovers. But when honesty begins to slip between the cracks of what they built, they're forced to face what's been there all along. Quietly raw and unapologetically human, No Strings Attached is a slow burn about two people learning that even the most temporary things can become the most real. 📚 Fictional story. I do not own BTS or their likenesses-just borrowing names to explore soft chaos, emotional healing, and the long road to love. 🛡️ All rights reserved. Please don't copy, repost, or translate without permission. Support original creators (and keep Echoes' blood pressure stable). 💜

-"Engaged?" Yoongi laughed, not believing what Haru was telling him. -"What was I supposed to do Yoongi? Wait for you?" -"Yes, wait! Because I did this for us!" He replied angrily. -"No, you became an idol for you! I was fine with the delivery boy I could see more than once every couple of years!" Yoongi thought he could have it all. He thought he could hold onto his career while also holding onto the love of his life from a far. But the physical and emotional distance was far too great to withstand the pull. Eight years. That's how long it had been since he'd seen Haru. Yet, here she stood in his best friends living room. A different version of Haru but his Haru nonetheless. When feelings they thought were gone resurface, they must decide if they want to continue with their current lives or finally fight for what they once had.

VOID: noun 1: empty space : EMPTINESS 2: the quality or state of being without something : LACK, ABSENCE 3: a feeling of want or hollowness They needed each other more than they cared to admit. So when the opportunity to fill the voids in their life with meaningless sex presented itself, they couldn't resist. But what happens when the sex stops being so meaningless? "About last night," Jungkook began as the feeling of remorse started to gnaw at him again. Raine looked up from her bowl of cereal and rolled her eyes at him. "It was sex, Kook. Great sex, stop being so weird about it. It won't happen again if you don't want it to." Her words caused Jungkook's eyebrows to furrow together in confusion. "Again? Y-you would do it again?" "Well, yeah but not if you're going to be a little bitch about it," MATURE CONTENT Hey there just wanted to clarify that this is an : ADULT READ 18+ & it will include : mature content, trigger warnings, and smut. If any of that makes you uncomfortable I wholeheartedly understand and if it doesn't then WELCOME!

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They warned you about men like him. The kind that didn't knock, they kicked the door down. The kind whose name was whispered in alleyways and feared even behind closed doors. A man whose presence silenced rooms and whose gaze could leave bruises. Jeon Jungkook wasn't just powerful, he was power and he didn't chase, he commanded. He didn't ask, he took. And the city? It belonged to him long before you ever crossed his path. You had no business being in his world. But fate never cared for logic, it cared for impact, and the night you looked him in the eye and said "No", you set a monster on fire. He tried the easy way with money, with charm and presence. But you, with your defiant stare and soft, stubborn lips, weren't like the women who moaned his name behind closed doors and forgot it by morning, you resisted him. And that? That was your first mistake. He didn't fall in love, yet, of course. He fell into obsession, and obsession is never gentle. So he gave you a choice: marry him... or your family disappears from the face of the earth. You thought he was bluffing, until the locks clicked and your world shrank into the walls of his mansion, silk sheets and steel doors, until his name replaced yours in every corner of your life. But here's the thing about Jungkook. He never lied to you, he told you he wouldn't hurt you, and he didn't. He just owned you entirely. Heart, soul, body-claimed, caged, worshipped. You were the fire he could never hold without getting burned, but he held you anyway. Because monsters don't let go of what they love, they protect it and cage it. And when the world tries to take it away... They burn it all down.

-In which a tall and intimidating tattoo artist, wrapped in the inks of tattoos and piercings, a total heartthrob of the town is utterly head over heels and wrapped around the small fingers of the tiny little chaotic cutie who works the night shift on the convenience store he is a regular of. ----- Tattoo artist au. convenience store worker au. Age gap au. (Nothing illegal dw) ©Yoonchrisgull

Pairing(s); BTS OT7 x Reader Genre/Themes; Vampire!AU, yandere!AU, horror, themes of the supernatural and mythology, historical topics, vampiric powers, religious themes, violence, romance Rated; 18+ for swearing, violence/gore, toxic behavior including stalking, torture, and manipulation, future sexual themes. Reader discretion is strongly advised. The world revolves around powerful, deadly creatures, their every whim catered to- vampires. Humans with rare blood types are kept in large Sanctuaries around the world, where they can be hand-picked by vampires and their covens to become live-in blood banks. Y/N, who had been trapped in a Sanctuary for ten years thanks to her ultra-rare blood type, is acutely aware of just how vicious vampires are. Though she wishes for freedom she once had when she was fifteen, if it came at the cost of being at the mercy of terrifying beings, she would remain within the halls of the Sanctuary forever. Covens as large as seven individual vampires are exceedingly hard to come by, especially an all-male coven. Brought together by their skewed views of reality, twisted minds, strong powers and connections, and blood-soaked pasts, seven vampires move to a new city in search of their perfect human to feed from. Though the town of Newport, Rhode Island, is sleepy, it holds a secret past, one that's perfect to set the stage for a complicated, dark future. With a particular taste for the rarest types of blood, the coven discovers an acolyte with irresistible pull in a nearby Sanctuary- and they can't wait to see what she can endure.

"Easy there, darling, don't strain that pretty little head," a voice, smooth as silk, sliced through my panicked thoughts. I whirled around, and there he was. Instinctively, I scrambled back, each step he took forward sending terror through me. His eyes, held a knowing glint, and the smirk playing on his lips was a cruel, infuriating taunt. "What are you doing here?" The question was weak, a pathetic attempt at defiance when my mind was screaming a thousand others. "Just checking on you, baby," he purred, his voice dripping with false concern. "You did black out last night, after I had you for dessert." Had me for dessert? "What?!" I shrieked, stumbling back. He hummed, a low, predatory sound. "Don't remember? Shame. We could always recreate the experience." Each word was a calculated blow to my sanity. . . . . . . Eunha was an aspiring doctor, living a quiet, structured life with nothing but routines, one loyal friend, and her grandmother, the only family she had left. Romance was a distant notion, limited to a harmless schoolgirl crush on her senior... a crush she abandoned the moment she sensed the danger behind his charm. What she didn't know was that she had caught his attention too. And unlike her, he never let go. From the shadows of her life, he watched. Waiting. Carefully weaving a web around her, thread by thread, until escape would no longer be an option. . . . . A woman who had bled every last drop of life from her soul, and a man who couldn't get enough of the wreck she'd become. What could possibly get worse? Everything. Every single thing. Jungkook x Eunha (or reader)