„You'll regret it Baby!" he smirks with a wink .

You've been BTS Army since the beginning and never dreamed of ever marrying your bias. But everything in life sometimes turns out differently than you think and sometimes you wish you had never agreed to the marriage.

Your first BTS Concert you'll never forget.

Nothing is worse than secrets and lies. Everything seemed to be perfect. My relationship with my boyfriend, my job, my whole life. But then he came into my life and everything changed abruptly.

After Joy's death, Taehyung moved to New York for the next 5 years. He never got over the loss of his love. In the first place of his life is now his daughter, whom he named after his wife. He vowed to be there only for Bunny and pushed his own love life into the background. Until he met Kayla... This story is a sequel to Secrets & Lies.

The way he looks at me, his gentle unobtrusive touch, his deep voice telling me: "You're mine at night!" the way he ignores me on purpose. Have I fallen for him? In bondage to him? Why am I so attracted to him? Love? Absolutely not. He's not the type for love and he's made that clear to me a few times. He calls me his "kitten!" And I lose my mind every time he comes near me. My goodness, I want more and more. Sneak into his room, touch him without asking. Feeling his skin against mine, running my fingers through his hair and kissing him. Gosh Nika stop it, he's colder than Siberia, he thinks he can own everything. He already owns me without me wanting it. Our little secret games make me forget who I am. He makes me forget who I am.

Do you like it a little more explicit? Then I invite you to my short stories.

Haily works with passion as an Exotic Dancer. To give herself seductively and to play with her clients is her job. But a client twists her mind and rides her straight to her doom.

Some love stories begin with a first glance. Theirs begins after goodbye. This story began with silence. The kind that follows heartbreak, stillness, and unsaid things. It's about what remains - of love, of memory, of people - after everything falls apart. If you've ever carried grief like a second skin... If you've ever loved someone you had to let go... This is for you.

The club didn't have a name. It didn't need one. For those who sought it, who needed it, the way a body needs water in a desert, it appeared like an oasis tucked into the folds of Seoul's discreet underground. Known only through whispered conversations and encrypted invitations, the club was less a location than a sanctuary-of consent, control, surrender, and trust. Here, Jung Hoseok wasn't a global idol, the radiant energy of BTS. Here, he was just himself. A man in search of something quieter, darker, but no less beautiful.