Parece un sueño... que alguien pueda amar tan hermoso... tanto que da miedo. Yo y Bad Bunny... ¿cómo pasó? ¿encajo en su mundo? ¿por qué yo y no alguien más? Todo comenzó con un beso robado, una mirada entre luces y el perfume que lo cambió todo. Desde entonces, nada volvió a oler igual, ni a sentirse igual. Dicen que los sueños se acaban al despertar... pero, ¿qué pasa cuando el tuyo te escribe, te busca y te ama como si fueras su canción favorita?

DISCLAIMER! A Bad Bunny fanfic This story is purely fictional, This is in no way true. Rated R/Mature ⸻ ⚠ Trigger Warnings This story contains: • Infidelity • Emotional manipulation • Toxic relationship dynamics • Strong language • Jealousy and obsessive behavior ⸻ Amara didn't mean for her life to change. Not when she fell in love. Not when Puerto Rico started feeling more like home than anywhere else. And definitely not when the world began watching. Between family traditions, loud kitchens, soft Spanish whispered at night, and a love that feels both grounding and overwhelming, Amara and Benito learn that real life doesn't pause for fame. It moves forward. Sometimes gently. Sometimes all at once. In a story about culture, devotion, identity, and choosing where you belong, one thing becomes clear: Some love stories aren't meant to be translated. They're meant to be lived. © 2026 hothoneybuns All Rights Reserved. This story may not be copied, translated, or reposted without permission.

She is just like any other member on one of the top artists in the world's team. Hard working, smart, and always there to save the problem. But him? He is completely Oblivious to her existence. But maybe not for too long? #2 Benito Martinez #2 Puerto Rico #7 Team

Yo quisiera enamorarme pero no puedo...