❝ wreaking havoc and living lavish. ❞

❝ 021-819-4426: so what's my name in your phone? ;) ❞ « in which five teens come together in a group chat to cheat on mr. kang's physics exams.

"oh my god. this kid just gave me his phone number as my secret santa gift." © endearment.

"haven't we met?" his eyes whispered and i had sudden flashbacks of us. it's been long, kim taehyung. ; pretend marriage au, tsundere!taehyung lmao but softer » sequel to mr arrogant book 1

"oops. i saw that." in which a girl saw taehyung spraying paint on the principal's car and now taehyung has to treat her to food to keep her quiet. [ story idea from peachytae ]

He's rude , mean and unpredictable, what could happen ? @Taemeaway

Waiting is something that I do *completed: 1st April 2017

Paint my days with colours like im a white canvas . A story in which the girl is sick but has a bucket list to fulfill . Warning : heart wrenching story . May cause tears to flow freely and shoes to be thrown at me .

You are the only witness left alive .

"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