f̶i̶n̶i̶s̶h̶e̶d̶ 「.ᴛᴀᴇᴋᴏᴏᴋ. 」‒ ❝ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɪʟʟ?❞ ❝ ɪ'ᴍ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ❞ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ ᴄʜᴀꜱᴇꜱ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ, ᴛᴡɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅꜱ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ. ʜɪɢʜᴇꜱᴛ ʀᴀɴᴋ:#1 ᴠᴋᴏᴏᴋ # 21 ʙᴛꜱ # 1 ᴛᴀᴇᴋᴏᴏᴋ # 35 ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ...
Taehyung, the head of a major electronic company, and secret BDSM master; bumps into a clumsy, innocent Jungkook at a company party. His obsession for the young boy grows, until he can no longer concentrate on anything else until he has the boy in ropes and chains. Desperate, he plants a trap. Jungkook is suddenly hi...
regular customer jimin leaves waiter yoongi tips with the bill, but not in the form of money. __________________________ started: april 18th 2017 finished: august 2nd 2017 {ranked at #27 in fan fiction}
Yoongi just wants to talk to Kumamon when he goes home from work. And, he does. JULY 2017 HIGHEST RANK; #102 in Fanfiction - December 8, 2017
"Deeply addicted to your prison. Can't serve anyone but you. I knew the grail was poisoned, but I drank it anyway." Yoongi is a demon. Jimin is an angel. And, what exists between them is a secret between the two. /yoonmin //blood sweat & tears ///wings COVER ART (ITS SO FRICKING AMAZING) IS BY @sugarrmochi -the lyri...
It's not easy being Park Jimin, between his troublesome Ex and his rent payments things are proving to get too much. He manages to score himself a job too and some kind friends, but what will they think when they find out the real reason he never lets them see his apartment? (((Yeah this is a gross self-indulgen...
Whenever he go, Jimin was always the new kid. He never finished a year in the same school and he ever managed to make friends. That's why he stopped looking for them and got something better - one night partners. But everything changed when he met that boy at the stone fence and his roommate who loved to break the rul...
Ich kam auf das St. Florence, ein ehemaliges Jungen-Internat und war somit eines der wenigen, ersten Mädchen dort. Mein Wohnheim wirkte ziemlich unspektakulär von außen, aber was mich drinnen erwartete, war am Ende alles andere, als das. Und damit meinte ich nicht die langweilige, altmodische Einrichtung. Das St. Flor...
