[Book #1 of the FIRE Trilogy] deranged › completely unable to think normally or behave in a controlled way, especially because of psychological abnormalities But what is normal? ---------- I backed into the wall, alarmed by the deranged smile on his face. "W-What do you want?" I asked breathily as he got closer. Trapping me between the wall and his body, he whispered into my ear, "You." ----------- An 18+ fanfic of Park Jimin of BTS told with the help of multimedia. Involves killers, gangs, love, and sex. Start date: 16/05/2016 End date: 14/08/2017

PART 1: Kim Yoona is a regular school girl, going about her daily routine. That slowly changes when a new student arrives. He's lonely and she's kind, so she helps him out a little, soon becoming firm friends. Maybe something more, but something's stopping him. Will she get the school love she's always wanted? What's his story? PART 2: She's finished her education and has been offered her dream job. Her job takes her away from her home town to somewhere else... Somewhere where she meets the one person she wanted to meet but at the same time didn't. The one who left her back then is now right in front of her. With the difficult circumstances, how will things turn out now? Is it her turn to leave and walk away, or will she choose to stay?

"Everyday you show up at the ramen shop 2 minutes after we've closed, and I never let you in, but today you look like you could need someone. So, do you mind if I hug you?" ~~~~~~~~~ I did not come up with the idea for this story myself. @bizzlerazzle came up with the idea for this story so credits to her. However, the overall story and things going on in the chapters are all from my imagination and I am in no way trying to copy another person's story. I hope you enjoy this story, I will work hard to make it the best and interesting.

Jimin dies and leaves a series of letters to his lover♡

"Despite 7 million colors being visible to the human eye, and 48 of your color pencils available for you to use, why are you only using the black, white, and red ones?" I looked down and tried to think of the answer. I don't know, maybe because black is my dark days lacking you, white is all the emptiness I felt, and red... Is the color of my bleeding conscience. As I don't want to let him down, I kept those answers to myself. And all I said was "You want me to start using other colors too?" "As much as I want you to start opening your heart, to the fact that you have many other people who loves you and cares about you, and that it's not only me." I froze as I am not able to give him an answer to that. I hate lying. But I hated disappointing him even more. started: 08/08/15 completed: 23/06/17