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 bia...
"Still in denial?" You asked softly. "About what?" "Missing her," you piped quietly, heart knotting as you spoke. He sighed, his face almost buried into the book before him. "It's okay that you do..." He eyed you carefully, "What are you? My tutor or my shrink?" You licked your lips a bit, the pencil in your hand lam...
69 is not just a number. #6 ranked under FANFICTION as of 29 Nov 2016 Re edited ✔️ Disclaimer : No smuts , but emotional af .
"Kiss me." He choked on his drink, gawking over at you instantly, "HUH?!" "You know, mouth to mouth action, maybe a little tongue if you're lucky," you piped grinning smugly. He looked like he had just got hit so far up between his legs as his expression grew pained. "Please tell me you're joking," he said breathles...
Doctors. They are one of the busiest people ever on the planet Earth and out of all, Park Jimin is one of them. Serving as a part of the crew in the ER Department of Seoul Hospital, Jimin is always devoted to his work and he spends most of his time in the On Call Room. All forms of entertainment of his are put on hold...
☾in which an orange haired boy falls in love with his mint haired friend.☽ © whaelien 2016 #103 in fanfiction-06.19.16 started-05.14.16 completed-06.26.16
