❝ I put the record on wait 'til I hear our song every night i'm dancing with your ghost . ❞ a malay jimin fanfiction inspired by the song 'Dancing With Your Ghost' by Sasha Sloan. ━ picture used in the cover does not belong to me, credits to the rightful owner. by ENXHANTED- .

don't they know the pressure eventually makes someone break? a blackpink's jennie fanfic. © 𝒋𝒊 𝒂𝒉

in which joon tells a story about how he die. first fanfiction, first short story. content bad words, youngsters don't read, but if you want, don't tell your mother i teach those bad words. highest rank: #1 in #kimnamjoonfanfic [280719] #1 in #rapmonsterfanfic [160819] 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧!! ; 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚

❝ you were completely oblivious to the fact that i loved you because you were blinded by her.❞ in which taehee writes letters to her bestfriend and love, wong yukhei. a wong yukhei / lucas fanfic. © trashlands 2018.

"Hey, Rose. If you go in your room by yourself, in the dark, the monsters will come get you." Lilia blurts, smiling like a witch. "Why did you tell me that? Now I'm freaked in my own dang house." "Then go to Taehyung and he can protect you if any killer comes and wants to stab you to death." Jimin says and points to the man who was widening his eyes at them. "A-A killer?" Taehyung stammers. "Rose, hurry and sit down already. Such a drama queen, you! The movie is still going." Lilia scolds and motions me to get out of the way. I glared at her and Jimin. I know what they're trying to pull. They're trying to embarass me. Lilia's trying to get back at me for shipping her and Jimin. Well played. I mean, I don't hate Taehyung anymore, but I'm an awkward lady with an amazing ability to make something or someone awkward too. I looked to Taehyung and he gave me an innocent smile. He scooted to the side and waved me over, trying to make me feel welcomed. My body heats up as I sat down next to him. The couch was fairly small, so we were quite close. Not too uncomfortably close, but our arms were touching. The fluffy blanket that was thrown on top of us was the one thing that made me scoot closer to him to the point where it looked like we were cuddling. Oh, it's awkward. It's awkward, it's awkward, it's awkward. Start: 8/27/15 End: 3/11/16