"He's that guy from the porno I watched!" ~ top!jimin - DISCLAIMER cheejicake original storyline: This story and ideas in it are completely made up from my messed up brain so any similarities are either coincidence or there's someone in the world who thinks like me. I don't believe in copying other writers work started: 2016 finished: 2018

❝if you're from the states then how can you speak fluent korean?❞ ❝bitch, do i look like i'm white?❞ © TSUMSUKI, formerly luvlyjinwoo ; all rights reserved #615 in fanfiction | october 4th, 2017 #398 in fanfiction | october 11th, 2017 #250 in fanfiction | october 19th, 2017 #52 in fanfiction | november 1st, 2017 #10 in yoonmin | june 3rd, 2018 #3 in kpop | june 3rd, 2018

❝ hey, i know you're my soulmate and all, but can you stop drawing dicks on your forehead? i'm tired of scrubbing all day, especially because you're using a damn sharpie. ❞ ↝ 170429: 296 in fanfiction © VANTEKTH, JAN. 2017 ↭ PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME.

"Can I massage your Jibooty daily?" In which Min Yoongi works at a massage company and falls in love with Park Jimin's jibooty while giving Jimin a Thai massage.

"I'm straight! It's just that gay porn pays better."

"The day we've been waiting for is finally upon us." - Sequel to Cannibal. Yoonmin and other ships.

Kim Namjoon is the ugliest professor at Bulletproof University... ...or so they thought. #96 in Fanfiction 170512 #1 in NamJin 170827 #4 in Yoonseok 171026 #1 in angst 180711 Managed to stay ranked #842 in Fanfiction for 19 days straight. 161106-25 #44 in BTS 180513 (Cross-posted to AO3)

"It all began when he asked me to breastfeed his baby" Jimin wakes up with a hangover and a random baby besides him. With no recollection of the night before, he must find out how he ended up with this strange creature whilst trying to keep it alive. With the reluctant helping hand from the grumpy girl next door, they decode the bizarre and peculiar world of parenting. It can't get any more chaotic than that. Start: 26th February 2016 End: 16th January 2017

Yoongi had finally escaped the suffocating air of the elite for a few minutes of peaceful silence with his notebook and yueqin. Settling into his usual spot under a large oak tree the boy began playing, writing down new lyrics and rhythms along the way. "Uh-hey, excuse me but you play really well..." a sweet voice spoke.