Pairing: Jimin / Reader Rating: 18+ (Eventual Smut) Genre: Enemies to Lovers / Dance Academy!AU WARNINGS: love triangle (with non-bts member) and thematic infidelity Status: Complete Word Count: 97K Summary: You and Park Jimin have been rivals for as long as you've known one another; ever since he tripped you in the front row of your first dance convention. When you graduate from high school and enter Russet Ballet Academy, you tell yourself you're leaving all past quarrels behind. The main problem with this though, is that your past seems determined not to leave you alone. Worse still, the obstacles you face while out in the real world might prove more challenging than anything your enemy has to offer.

"Are you touching yourself, Y/n?" His voice was low, causing the heat in my body to rise. I was a volcano about to explode. I hadn't even fully touched myself yet, and I knew I could've gotten off just from hearing the deep timbre of his tone. "Yes." A gasp left me as a shock wave of pleasure slammed through me. ________ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬-𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐰. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐥, 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫-𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭-𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐢𝐫. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. ____________

"I'm the one currently committing plant manslaughter. I'm Huimang." "Come in. Bring the patient with you next time. For now, let's start with the basics of 'The Art of Not Killing Your Plants' over some tea." Woo Huimang is a visionary artist who can design entire digital worlds, but she can't keep a single succulent alive in the real one. Her apartment is where greenery goes to die, a "black-thumb" crime scene of shriveled leaves and optimistic intentions. Kim Namjoon is the neighbor in 5A who lives in a literal jungle, speaks fluent "Chlorophyll". When he spots a dying Echeveria on Huimang's windowsill, he doesn't see a lost cause, he sees a cry for help.

He's a sucessful boxer, who loves what he does but his first love will always be his 2 year old daughter, Aera, After getting severely hurt in a match he lands up in Dr. Kim Y/n's office. Kim Y/n. is a hardworking doctor, although treated badly in her hospital, her love for kids and her job never dries out. Slowly, but surely she not only gets close to him. but to his daughter. but in every story, there's the good and the bad. will they be able to fight for their love? { Short Book }

"Come on, say it again. I am a perfect devil. Tell me how bad i am. It makes me feel so good." His dear dark love, he loved her in silence, without hope, jealousy and fear. He knew well enough she was not his, so was the little beating form inside her. It belonged to someone else But still.. she was his mate. ----- Vampire au Alpha au Pregnancy au Second mate au ©Yoonchrisgull

Vee has always known autumn as something that passes. Then Jungkook moves into the neglected house across the road, and for the first time, she wishes it wouldn't. (On hold while I finish Gym Buddies)

|𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃| ❝You're such a pervert, Jeon Jungkook.❞ ❝You haven't seen half of it.❞ ━━━━━━━༻𝓟･𝓑࿔━━━━━━━ 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗨 ➳ She's too innocent for his tastes. But it's only a matter of time before he can turn that pure mind into a dirty one. ˣ ˣ ˣ ⚠️ +𝟷𝟾 | 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝚄𝙳𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 ⚠️

He was her stalker. But not the kind that lurked in the shadows with sinister intent. No, he was simply a man in love-too afraid to step forward, too hesitant to risk rejection. A silent observer, hopelessly drawn to the woman who had unknowingly become his entire world. To everyone else, he was intimidating. A towering figure wrapped in ink and muscle, exuding an unapproachable presence that made people steer clear. They never looked deeper. Never saw the quiet soul beneath the hardened exterior. Judgments were made the moment he entered a room, long before he even had the chance to speak. But she was different. She saw him. And more importantly-she liked being seen by him. If he thought he was going unnoticed, he was sorely mistaken. He wasn't a very good stalker-not by a long shot. She recognised his face, the way he lingered just far enough away to watch but never close enough to act. His clumsy attempts at remaining unseen were anything but stealthy, and truth be told, she found them utterly endearing. He wasn't frightening. He wasn't menacing. He was just a man, staring at her from the edges of his own fear, caught between longing and hesitation. But she wasn't going to make it easy for him. She wanted him to make the first move. She wanted him to prove to himself that he was brave enough to stand before her, to reach for what he so clearly desired. So, with a knowing glint in her eyes, she played along-her actions deliberate, her teasing methodical. She became a puzzle for him to solve, a challenge he couldn't ignore. And with each passing day, she felt the tension coil tighter between them, the invisible string drawing them closer. And really, if he ever wanted to harm her-which was laughable-he wouldn't stand a chance. The only thing he was a danger to was his own fear of losing her before he ever had the chance to claim her.

Snatched away from her life and forced to live in a different country and under the weight of the heir to the yakuza. selena is about to find out that her life could and will get worse. WARNING ⚠️ graphical context Do not read if you're sensitive

"The more you fight me," he whispered near her ear, "the more obsessed I get." Y/n hosts Dead Air, a late night radio show where strangers confess their darkest secrets. One caller keeps returning. Jeon Jungkook. A mafia underboss with blood on his hands and an obsession he calls love. What starts as anonymous midnight conversations turns into a dangerous game of escape, possession, and desire as Jungkook hunts the only girl he's never been able to let go of. "We all want things we can't have. The difference is...I never learned how to stop wanting."