"I want to know why you do it." "Why I do what." he asked, stripping off his overcoat. He flung it over the back of the couch without much thought as he began unbuttoning his shirt. "Why you always save me. Every time I'm in trouble you always come to my rescue." I blushed as he kept undoing buttons and turned away as he slowly revealed his chest. "Should I not?" He asked in a bored tone. "That's not what I- I'm sorry. I don't mean to sound ungrateful. I just want to know why." I spun around to face him again during my apology and was unable to take my eyes away from him as he peeled his shirt off himself. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and my eyes roamed his chest appreciatively. As my eyes drifted lower, I noticed a thick scar course from the left side of his abdomen, across his hip and down before disappearing beneath his waistline. Realizing I was staring, I blinked a couple of times and cleared my throat before looking up again. His dark eyes were already looking at me. "You're important to them." His reasoning made my heart ache. As he turned to head to the bathroom, my next words stopped him in his tracks. "What about you?" He stood there with his back turned to me. Minutes passed, but it felt like hours before he finally turned, casting his beautifully dark gaze on me again. "Am I important to you?" Our eyes never wavered from each other. His heavy bootsteps echoed in the silent room as he stalked towards me. He didn't stop until he stood toe to toe with me. His hand slowly came up to cup my cheek. His eyes dropped down to my lips as his thumb lazily drug across them. His hand traveled to my hair, threading his fingers through the strands before releasing a heavy sigh and meeting my eyes, scorching me with the fire behind them. "There are feelings for you that I wish I didn't have." Cover credit - @escape-from-realitys-stuff

The universe has designed soulmates- someone that completes you. But what happens when you don't have one but seven? And all you want to do is run in the opposite direction when you see them...

Meet Bangtan, international superstars, the pride of South Korea, the love and hope in the dark of many lives, the role model and celebrity crush of so many people, and a group of people you often stumble across in your day to day life. You become acquaintances, slowly become friends, and- that's it. You are in a platonic friendship with Bangtan. Let me say it again. *clears throat* PLATONIC. Or One day, you meet a member of Bangtan, the next day, another, and another, and another, and one day, they become a group of people you often stumble across in your life. They become your acquaintances. Then your friends. Then your source of comfort, just like they are the source of comfort of millions of people in the world. What you didn't expect is that you become the same to them. It's inevitable. You are friends. Started: 6th Dec 2020 Completed: 29th August 2021 Light editing of chp 1-4 on 29th May 2021

Unsatisfied with your life was an understatement. Being under the thumb of your father can have that effect. He wanted someone capable of running the company, but you wanted to pursue your passion. Countless unwanted blind dates and the threat of losing your freedom drives you to seek help from a group of individuals you'd least expected. ------------- "Tae, what's that in your pocket?" Hoseok asked, brows furrowed as he looked down under the table. The question had me jerking my head up from my plate as Hoseok reached down. Taehyung, mouth full of another bite of egg, stiffened in his seat as Hoseok slipped whatever it was out of his pocket and lifted it up. Tae went to start yelling, choking on egg as he frantically tried snatching the item from Hobi. Everyone else looked on in surprise as it dawned on them what Hoseok was holding. Jin's eyes widened in horror seconds before Taehyung snatched the offending piece from Hoseok. "Yah! Taehyung! What is that!?" he screeched, veins in his neck popping. "I knew you stole my underwear!" I gasped, pointing at him accusingly. Jungkook, who had been taking a drink of his water, coughed into his glass sloshing water everywhere as he choked on the bit of it that had gone down the wrong way. Jimin, unable to contain himself, roared with laughter, very nearly falling out of his chair. Hoseok was frozen in his seat, his hand still dangling in the air even though he was no longer holding the scrap of fabric. He stared forward unblinkingly as Jin continued to squawk on the other side of Taehyung. "Why do you have those at my dinner table!?" Taehyung had the audacity to look sheepish as his older brother yelled at him. I wanted to ask why he had them at all when Jimin's voice cut me off . Finally catching his breath long enough to say something. "Please, hyung. That's not the worst thing to happen at your dinner table in the last 24 hours." "What does THAT mean!?" Cover made by @lilacpandaforever

BTS' dorm is flooded and the only reasonable option is for Bang PD-nim to move them into your 8 bedroom and 4 bathroom penthouse that your boss rented out for one singular person. What will happen when Y/N, a music producer under ibighit, lives with 7 kpop sensations. ----- Started: 12/6/19 Finished Writing: 6/7/19 Ended: 4/8/19 #3 btsxreader: 9/8/19 #5 cringeworthy: 11/8/19 #22 bighit: 11/8/19 PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME © @M0oonlight

Being the sidekick of your own life and frankly, I don't care. It was incredibly pathetic during High school but now it is peaceful and relaxing but life throws its curve ball just to screw with you... Dense (Y/N). Tons of fluff. 2012 kind of cringe. BTS x reader. ***** Credits to @MickFixK for the cover. **** Started: 5 May 2020 Completed: 10 November 2020

: ̗̀➛ 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚡𝚝. [ COMPLETED ]

7 unordinary workers at a normal grocery store featuring their everyday antics - crackfic

❝ So my only question is: Who the fuck are you? ❞ Where Min Yoongi tries to find out who's been giving him pastel colored notes on the piano in the old music room. Book 2 • First Love Series ©NicholasEC | edited |

When a mysterious number text Y/n, she becomes attached to the person on the other end. After hearing a voicemail from his friends phone, Changbin takes the number and begins texting them himself. Contains: some language, recreational substance use not representative of anybody irl