"You're still a long way from hell." He said calmly. "So what will it be, barbie?"

"I'm here to answer your calls." In which Jung Hoseok is a very ordinary medical professional by day and a hot phone sex operator by night.

"That's my tattoo, Y/N, on your body. You know exactly what that means." BTS Jungkook x Reader tattoo artist AU gang AU Thanks and credits to all of the original artists of the amazing edits and fan arts, as well as the creator of the cover @namjoonkie and original artist @diatybx?❤️ Highest Ranking: [#1 in Fanfiction]

"You have been using my wifi" -"I was wondering when you would notice"

Love is a brilliant tragedy. A story of a young millionaire, a contract, bay of lights, and swinging chandeliers. HIGHEST RANK - #9 in Fanfiction [Featured in global and local news in SPH, Mothership, TodayOnline, Singapore's Writers Festival and others]

69 is not just a number. #6 ranked under FANFICTION as of 29 Nov 2016 Re edited ✔️ Disclaimer : No smuts , but emotional af .

❝I fell in love with the playboy.❞ » completed « ! currently editing !

Park Jimin. Just thinking of it makes me throw up. He is just one of those jerks who plays with girls hearts. I hate it. He is the most popular in the school. I may be simply a nerd but I know way more than just school. Charismatic? Handsome? Cute? Sweet? Don't make me laugh! I'm his next target, aye? Think again Park Jimin, you have made an mistake.

Jeon Jungkook wants you. Like nothing he has ever wanted. But when you keep your distance due to your job, and are close with his hyungs instead... Jungkook's jealousy is unleashed... ----- "Aside from my hyungs, I've never felt--I've never cared. And I thought it would be that way forever. But then... you-" Jungkook's voice caught in his throat. He was looking down, his dark bangs almost hiding his eyes entirely. His hand trembled, once, at his side and he immediately curled it into a fist. "Jeon Jungkook," you try to say warningly. Because there was a line. And he was about to cross it. And then there would be no going back. You hated yourself for how your voice trembled on his name. His head jerked up at your broken composure, his mouth parted in surprise. You immediately take a step back. He was overwhelming you. Your heart was pounding with something painful and sharp. No, you tell yourself. Don't you dare break for even a moment. You take another step back. "Jungkook ah," you say in a nonchalant voice, forcing a smile onto your face. His eyes widen. "No, please," he leans forward, he sees you collecting your composure, he feels it slide back into place, locking him out. His eyes search your face frantically, looking for the brief glimpse of something he may have hoped for just a second ago. His hand twitches, lifting toward you ever so slightly. You look away. "I'll see you tomorrow?" You say gently. He panics, closing the distance between you in two large strides. "...What? No! Wait. I'm trying to tell you that I--" He grabs your wrist. "Call me noona," you say coldly, cutting him off. He freezes. You pull your hand out of his warm palm, the heat burned into your heart. You make yourself look at him. "I'm your noona," you repeat, your voice flat. "I--- I know," he stammers, "but, it doesn't matter. I--" ---- I do not own the BTS characters in this novel. All plot is fictional.

I hate you, and then I love you. It's like I want to throw you of a cliff, then rush to the bottom to catch you.