You, a fan, are dead and haunt BTS. Being involved in an accidental hit-and-run by the boys' tour bus on your birthday wasn't how you planned on dying. But it happened. A confused ghost you were, failing to find its place, you did what you could do and followed them back. You don't know why, but you targeted your bias, Yoongi, the most in your trails. Seeking playful revenge, all hit the fan the minute you realize that you aren't invisible to one member... Park Jimin can very much see you.

the dark grew hands, i swear it. they grasped me in a tight hold that was suffocatingly beautiful. - {mature themes present in the story} {alternate universe} - elise oreyeol

Mara was convinced that she wasn't fated to live a normal, quiet life the moment she decided to play and cross paths with the devils themselves.

Angels have wings. Demons have horns. But what do fuck boys have?

"Why can't you just admit that you like me?" you piped, grinning evilly. "Because I don't," Jungkook snapped, jaw clenching, "and I never will." - You owe your ex-boyfriend 20k. Why? Don't ask, read to find out. And in order to help that money fly back into his wallet faster, you helplessly rob, use, and exploit Jungkook (& the rest of the band). He thinks of you as a crazy Dora-the-Explorer-Swiper-lookin'-ass; in other words, a criminal with borderline obsessions with him. Jungkook despises you, while you, you're just trying to survive and clear your name and reputation. ~ come for a read and enjoy the ride ~

"Still in denial?" You asked softly. "About what?" "Missing her," you piped quietly, heart knotting as you spoke. He sighed, his face almost buried into the book before him. "It's okay that you do..." He eyed you carefully, "What are you? My tutor or my shrink?" You licked your lips a bit, the pencil in your hand lamely moving between the hold of your soft fingertips. "Whatever you need," you whispered out. - Having a genuine friend is something Park Jimin never had. People would pretend to care for him in attempts to get closer to him. When finding comfort in the only girl that sees him nothing other than the boy she tutors, he results in finding ways to cope with your help when suffering through his heart wrenching and confusing breakup. What he doesn't realize is that although you didn't feel for him in the beginning, constant time spent with the quiet and shy boy in your class makes you want to be more than just his friend. While, in his eyes throughout all of it, you're nothing but his tutor girl... - MATURE CONTENT AT POINTS SO JUST BE PREPARED IF YOU'RE READING. -

"Kiss me." He choked on his drink, gawking over at you instantly, "HUH?!" "You know, mouth to mouth action, maybe a little tongue if you're lucky," you piped grinning smugly. He looked like he had just got hit so far up between his legs as his expression grew pained. "Please tell me you're joking," he said breathless. You grinned, "of course I'm joking." His brows jumped at that as he let out a breathy laugh of relief. "Ahh! Y/N! Not cool." He was smiling as he went in for another sip of his red crush slurpee. You timed your next remark well, smiling like an idiot. "I was joking about the mouth to mouth part," you stated quick, "now your mouth on another set of my lips..." You trailed off and laughed loudly when you practically saw red crush pour out of Jungkook's nostrils. He had snorted the drink. ------------------------ Being set up on a date is hard as it is. But being set up on a date where the boy you're with loves your best friend is even harder-and trust me, being bubbly, cute, and incredibly hilarious doesn't work on him either...but on the other members it certainly does. ------------- (PG-13 for the most part, I'll try my best with warnings if things get a little out of hand aha but hopefully it won't get too explicit) ------------- Cover was made by the sweetest, @BABYGIRLSANA on wattpad! Thank you so much Liz!!