Everyday when the hour hand strikes 4, I tested death. The one who saves me each time, undoubtly, was Jimin.

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.

❝Are you in love with her? Or are you just infatuated with her?❞

- that selfie was so hot, park jimin!!!?? tf u want?- - i want to ride you so bad, daddy ew... kys - || txts and chapters || dirty and kinky || a little angst || completed

you're my spring, summer, autumn and winter.

"We could totally do this. We're complete opposites, I could never fall in love with a girl like you." "They say opposites attract." "But do they last?" - FWB!jeongguk [something i wrote in a day bc i have no life]

"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

Plagued by night terrors so bad that he is feeling more and more exhausted every day, Park Jimin seeks help from a psychiatrist and a doctor of the supernatural sciences. However, nothing is working, and the dreams are getting worse every single night and are now crossing over into his reality. Jimin just wants to sleep. ©chimchimicorn

"Angry sex is the best sex." Just to remind you that playboys have hearts too. winner of The Fiction Awards 2019 as Best Fanfiction and Best Overall story. Highest Ranking: #1 in Fanfiction

"You should be careful, Y/N." Taehyung says, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his legs, tucking his chin into his palms. "He's the meanest son of a...mother who's ever lived." He shakes his head, sighing. "And he's the one who got you into this mess in the first place." You pat your best friend's knee comfortingly, brushing his fluffy ash gray from his forehead. "He's also the only one who's standing with me, Tae." You say, before quickly adding, "Aside from you, of course. And also, there's the project that started it." You roll your eyes. Yoongi enters the room at that very moment, eyeing you two warily. "Why are you so suspicious about me?" He asks Tae, wearing his usual cold expression. "You know I don't give a-" "No swearing." The gray haired boy interrupts him, sighing. "How'd you assume we were talking about you anyway?" The blue haired boy shrugs, quickly glancing at you before looking away. "Well, I'm the one who's partnered with Y/N for the project." He says, plopping down on the couch next to you, and winking at Taehyung. "Plus, I'm the only guy who you can came pretty close to cussing out." _______ A story where shit goes crazy. WARNING: A mix of crazy, YOLO, party, playboy and gay. With added projects, teachers and gangs. And of course, sugar and ocean. Book one. Highest Ranking: #2