"You don't have the balls to do that!" "I technically do now! And they're quite big, if I say so myself." • • • |𝟐𝐗 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃| • • • One wish on a shooting star, and―boom! ―Park Jimin and River Wren wake up in each other's bodies. She's suddenly thrown into the wild life of a campus rockstar―late-night gigs, screaming fans, and a band that expects her to actually perform―while he's stuck navigating exams, group projects, and professors who couldn't care less about his fame. But neither has any clue how to switch back. Between Jimin's skeptical best friend and a series of very bad ideas, their only hope is trial, error... and maybe a little dumb luck. Because if the universe did this to them, surely it has a way out... right? • • • P.S. This is basically a Cyberpunk fanfic that features Jimin Silverhand (copyright: Raven), so you should DEFINITELY read it!

'I've secretly been in love with you for ages. Let's run away together xx' ~~~ Ivanna never expected her job at Café Amour to include serving coffee to Park Jimin, the global popstar and heartthrob. But what's even more unexpected? A misplaced love note―meant to be a harmless joke―ends up in Jimin's hands, making him believe Ivanna has been secretly in love with him. Now, between flirty encounters, handwritten notes, and a mischievous best friend, Ivanna finds herself tangled in a whirlwind of unexpected romance. In the chaos of love and mistaken confessions, will Cupid get it right at the end? ~~~ Cover designed by @Janefanfics_

||• SOFTCORE JUNGKOOK SHORT STORY •|| In the quiet of shared spaces and rain-soaked evenings, love lingers―unspoken, but felt. He doesn't say much. But his eyes do. And when he sings, you finally hear everything he never dared to say. And when the song ends, he holds you like you've always been the final note.

Three moments. One feeling. A story that drifts like smoke―soft, untouchable, and quietly unforgettable. Let yourself sink. --- An experimental short story told in brief chapters. Meant for when you're in the mood to dream―or to float in a world that doesn't quite exist. For better or for worse. May you find a home between the words.

a piece that tastes like overthinking at 2 a.m. this isn't a poem. this isn't a rant. this isn't a vent. it's that quiet, chaotic spiral your brain goes into when everything feels almost fine―but not quite. imagine a life that's perfect. now imagine the lie it takes to make it look that way. this is about that. --- if you're reading this, and it resonates with you, i'm glad you found it.

she thought being wanted meant being loved. but every click, every message, every "please" only took her further from herself. she was just a girl―she just wanted to be loved. --- this is a reflection of what too many teenage girls are made to believe love looks like, and it comes from a very vulnerable space. if you've ever felt dirty, used, or small because you just wanted to be loved, this piece is for you. you were never the problem. you were just too kind in a world that confused wanting with caring. --- this story contains themes of emotional manipulation, sexual coercion, body image struggles, emotional distress and references to non-consensual pressure. suitable for 16+ audiences.