in which min yoongi is a soldier and jung hoseok is a florist.

❝I promise I won't do anything while you're on me.❞ Start: 4/19/16 Finish: 4/28/16

Jaebum can't control himself when he sees Youngjae kneeling. Start: 4/12/16 { collab with @-kimtaecum punk-ass }

"Lets all be friends?" a yoonseok fanfiction idea by janice & markie PinkishHoseok

Imagine the biggest rollercoaster ride. That was life with Yoongi. It was fast, dangerous, but you were one of those crazy idiots that wanted to go so badly. He awakened things in you, things you never thought you had.

"That's when I knew, you were my monster." Completed

"lol ur cute can i see ur dick" | @succu6itch no plagiarism completed 080316

❝I fucking hate you!❞ Start: 4/8/16 Finish: 4/9/16

"Be my sugar baby." Youngjae didn't have any other choice but to accept the offer. . . SNEAK PEAK 👇 "Stop it!" Youngjae barked at them as he was seeing red. "Do you think that we're mean? We're not even started!" The brown hair guy smirked as he started gripping his mom's neck. "I told you that I'll pay it. Just give me a few days!" "Bullshit! We want our money right now!" They demanded. The blonde hair guy quickly gripped his mom's chin and scanned her face for a second. He smirked. "So kid, you don't have any money? Your mother looks beautiful though. Maybe if she become a prostitue, she can pay it all back! Choose, pay now or you can give a goodbye kiss to her." Youngjae felt as if his heart had been ripped into a millions pieces. He seriously hated it. He hated it when someone treated his mom like some useless shit. Every word that came out from their mouth became poison in his weak heart. This was too much to handle. "Wait, I'll pay it." Youngjae said as tears welled up in his eyes. No. Don't you dare fucking crying. Shakily, Youngjae took out his phone and unlocked it. He scrolled through his contacts to find one familiar name, Im Jaebum. ©DefSoul_Ars7

*FIRST BOOK IN THE Dear My Sanity SERIES* "Look at your hands. Their blood is on your hands." Jamie stares at her blood covered hands. She clenches her jaw, a muffled scream coming from her. I let her scream but I look around, knowing the police would come soon. If she wants to avoid being caught, she needs to get over her little crisis already. "Get up," I say quickly, going over and grabbing onto her arm to pull her up. "Come on, the police will be coming soon. You're not going to jail." She struggles against me, screaming, "No! You're going to kill me if I go with you." "This all can be erased," I insisted. The wailing of sirens tells me I need to convince her quickly. Jamie pauses, thinking hard. "Fine," she says. "Let's go then." I say no more as I run. She picks up my pace and follows me as I lead her away from her first murders and into her new life. I think it's one she'll fit well into.