First Of All Vote ,Read,And Comment...Ok..... Well Again This Story Is About A A Girl Who Got Bullied By Her Idol And that Girl Was.. Lee KyungMi and Her Idol Is Park JiMin Of BTS.. she Is a Certified 100 Percent Army... But something that unsatisfied will hppen

"All my life, you've been with me. You're my knight in shining armor. You're here when I'm down, and make me smile and laugh. You always protect me from danger. You embrace me when I'm scared. You're always here by my side. These thoughts made me realize that I already fell in love with you. But, do you feel the same for me?" Mina is a simple girl that is so beautiful inside and out. She is adored by everyone. She has everything. She has a handsome and kind brother. She even have a bodyguard. What happens if she falls for her bodyguard? Will her bodyguard also fall in love with her? highest rank: #969 RANDOM category

"Love is a dance that is performed by two hearts that have the same beat"

(Highest ranking: #1 in Jirose and Rosemin) #1 in BtsxBlackpink #28 in Blackpink Again, I found myself trapped in a corner, his hands perched on the wall behind me. He took another step forward, his knees hitting mine. "Jimin... What are you-..." I mumbled, but it was too late. "Hey, look at me." he said in a raspy tone, as he slid his hands to my shoulders. looked up and met his eyes, and I couldn't look away. His gaze lingered sadness, his eyebrows in a concerned raise, as his gaze shifted between my eyes. My heart skipped a beat. Was I... falling for him? A serial killer? But everyone saw maniac that mercilessly killed innocent lives. All I saw... was a human being. A broken human being. I couldn't help but notice... that he seemed so familiar, even though we had just met a month ago. I bit my lip, as my knees started to wobble. "Jim-..-" His hands traced up my neck to cup my face. Flustered, my hand shot up to his chest to push him away.... But I hesitated. He started to lean closer. I fiddled with my hands, as I realised I might not be able to stop him. Soon he was millimeters from my lips. But he stopped. He exhaled and bit his lip, as though he had snapped out of it. I heard him counting. It was a practice we had taught all the patients to do whenever they felt anxious or impulsive. His forehead hit mine. "Three.... " "Two....." "One...." He removed his hand from my cheek and pulled away, as I felt the warmth of his presence disappear. A part of me was resisting. I clenched my fist, as I felt myself grab his shirt, as I pulled him back in, his body hitting mine. "I..." I exhaled, but no words escaped my mouth. I was too late. His lips were already locked with mine. ... -Story by ilikesteakeu- *No plagarising or copying.* Credits to _ellen_drawings for the sources I used for my book cover:)