Hospital has been always the place I visited most. Attempting to commit suicide, I did every dangerous thing I can think of. I'm having a depression for so long. Yet, no one cares. But slowly, someone stepped into my life. And show me that I'm loved. Am I loved? [WARNING] If you are uncomfortable with scene that contains blood or such, I suggest you to stop reading. Except if you are willing to accept the risk yourself. May not be suitable for some people. So, if you decided to read this, take the risk yourself. Thank you. All Rights Reserved. Pls do no plagiarise the same story line. Story plagiarism is not tolerate. [Was choosen based on the votes of fellow readers as the next publish story.]

"You're mine Baekhyun, you are mine, mine alone."-Chanyeol "Only yours Chanyeol, only yours, yours alone." - Baekhyun

"Jungkook. Just. Humped. Me." BTS Jungkook x Reader Bunny JK ❤️❤️ lol it sounds weird but trust me Highest Rank: [#1 in Fanfiction]

"Hey, Rose. If you go in your room by yourself, in the dark, the monsters will come get you." Lilia blurts, smiling like a witch. "Why did you tell me that? Now I'm freaked in my own dang house." "Then go to Taehyung and he can protect you if any killer comes and wants to stab you to death." Jimin says and points to the man who was widening his eyes at them. "A-A killer?" Taehyung stammers. "Rose, hurry and sit down already. Such a drama queen, you! The movie is still going." Lilia scolds and motions me to get out of the way. I glared at her and Jimin. I know what they're trying to pull. They're trying to embarass me. Lilia's trying to get back at me for shipping her and Jimin. Well played. I mean, I don't hate Taehyung anymore, but I'm an awkward lady with an amazing ability to make something or someone awkward too. I looked to Taehyung and he gave me an innocent smile. He scooted to the side and waved me over, trying to make me feel welcomed. My body heats up as I sat down next to him. The couch was fairly small, so we were quite close. Not too uncomfortably close, but our arms were touching. The fluffy blanket that was thrown on top of us was the one thing that made me scoot closer to him to the point where it looked like we were cuddling. Oh, it's awkward. It's awkward, it's awkward, it's awkward. Start: 8/27/15 End: 3/11/16