"You will never see me as anything other than a playboy, right?" Started: 12/27/16 Ended: 03/26/17 Highest Rank: #2 in fanfiction (01/04/17) Credits for the cutest ass cover goes to @Jiminfication ❤️

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]

-warning; 18+ +in which park jimin is the holy stripper trigger warning; erotic, angst stripper boy au Copyright © 2015 fero

Heart pounding, and back pressed against the wall. "This is it." A dark alley filled with men dressed in all black. Guns aimed and ready to shoot, me. "Stop." There was the sound of a familiar voice. He was dressed in all black too. On top of his mouth, a mask was present, and the rest of his face hidden by the hoodie on top of his head. But why did his figure look so familiar, and why did his voice sound so comforting? Who is he? - Story idea from user: @Suga_Kim Start: 07/08/17 Finish: 11/04/17 Highest: #5 on Fanfiction 01/06/18 © 2017 by sweetaeguk on Wattpad. All Rights Reserved.

+depicts a romance between two teenagers, whose both past are broken, but the torns are the one bringing them together chaebol jimin au high school au dancer au Copyright © 2017 fero

[ IN THE PROCESS OF REVAMPING, KINDLY DO NOT READ YET & WAIT FOR THE NEW, IMPROVED VERSION ] ❝How can something so wrong feel so right?❞ Park Jimin is already engaged, but after realizing his fiance cannot seem to compromise over what he wants, Jimin slowly starts to find solace from you, his sister in law. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ➸ infidelity AU ➸ jimin x reader ➸ status: revamping ➸ previously known as "Mistake" & "My Brother Jimin" ©bangtancy 2018

She would watch him dance every single night, knowing his every move. The only thing she didn't know is that he knew. A story about self love & self destruction. © stereoids 2018. All rights reserved. Published on Jan. 21st Completed on Oct. 13th

"Despite 7 million colors being visible to the human eye, and 48 of your color pencils available for you to use, why are you only using the black, white, and red ones?" I looked down and tried to think of the answer. I don't know, maybe because black is my dark days lacking you, white is all the emptiness I felt, and red... Is the color of my bleeding conscience. As I don't want to let him down, I kept those answers to myself. And all I said was "You want me to start using other colors too?" "As much as I want you to start opening your heart, to the fact that you have many other people who loves you and cares about you, and that it's not only me." I froze as I am not able to give him an answer to that. I hate lying. But I hated disappointing him even more. started: 08/08/15 completed: 23/06/17