They're rich. I'm not. They're charming. I'm not. They're loved by many. Sort of. (Insert fake laugh) Just kidding. No. They may be rich, but their attitudes are shi- I mean "so poor" that I have been called by the principal, who is the father of the two good-looking sons, to discipline them. This is a story, a story full of complications and mysterious events. Two guys who are the cause of my stress and hardships. 》But there will always be surprises that'll get in your way...《 Highest rank so far: #63 in Fanfiction (tysm 💖) Started: April 25, 2016 -¤- I do not own anything except for the story itself.

"Do you want to die?" The man's voice is barely controlled as he aims the baseball bat at your face. "Woah, woah, woah," Your eyes are wide as you step back, about to shit your pants. "Look, I didn't force him to come back, alright? If you want to kill someone, kill him." You point at Yoongi, who raises his eyebrows in disbelief. "What an amazing friend you are, Y/N," He says sarcastically as he raises his hands defensively. "Look, we can resolve this peacefully." "Actually, no, we can't," Taehyung frowns. "Not helping, Tae," Yoongi mutters. "Shit!" You yell as the bat swings towards your face. "No swearing!" Your best friend screeches as you feel the bat swinging towards your face - Nothing. You open your eyes slowly, cautiously, gaze moving to the man blocking the bat from hitting your face. "Miss me?" _______ He's back. He's free. And he's hotter than ever. Sequel to Sugar & Ocean Highest Ranking: #4

the text messages between a girl who doesn't care for labels and a boy who is labeled worldwide as the hottest male alive and it all started from a simple wrong number situation READ AT YOUR OWN RISK LOL

Then there was a long pause, a minute of silence he so desperately needed just to wrap his thoughts around all of this. ''Ah, I'm sorry about your boyfriend. I couldn't help myself. The thought of somebody else having you, somebody else owning such a precious work of art drove me insane.'' Within seconds, he stood up, clenching his fists as he spoke quietly and more clearly with the purpose of his words to be heard, to be remembered and possibly never forgotten. ''Soon, you'll be mine. And you'll learn to love me back.'' © stereoids. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2018