Everyday when the hour hand strikes 4, I tested death. The one who saves me each time, undoubtly, was Jimin.

"you certainly do make me feel pretty." (TRIGGER WARNING - eating disorder, self-harm.)

Dr. Choi finished writing down my answers and his observations, his eyes wide from what had just happened. He looked up at me, and silently examined me. "May I ask... did he do that to you?" Dr. gestured to my shoulder. I then realized he was referring to the scar. I lifted my left hand and gently placed it on the scar, the memories racing through my mind. "No..." I shook my head. "That was the monsters." ------------------- All JiHye wanted, was to be happy. All she wants is to escape. To be free. To live how she wants. To be happy. When she was 8, she was thrown into a the paranormal department of a facility, and was experimented on tremendously. Being treated like an object. No one cared for her, or looked after her. Especially when it came to nighttime. All they would do is just watch her through the cameras. Watching what happens to her without helping. Except Jimin. Jimin was the only one who wanted nothing but for JiHye to be safe and happy. He wants to help her escape this hell hole. He wants her to be happy. The only problem was, he was the reason why she was unhappy. He was the reason she became an experiment. He was the reason she wasn't allowed to leave the facility when she wanted. Why? Jimin can only be seen by her. Jimin can be controlled by her. JiHye was able to do things with Jimin, that no one had ever seen before. He is connected to her. They are two, that make one.

"You should be careful, Y/N." Taehyung says, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his legs, tucking his chin into his palms. "He's the meanest son of a...mother who's ever lived." He shakes his head, sighing. "And he's the one who got you into this mess in the first place." You pat your best friend's knee comfortingly, brushing his fluffy ash gray from his forehead. "He's also the only one who's standing with me, Tae." You say, before quickly adding, "Aside from you, of course. And also, there's the project that started it." You roll your eyes. Yoongi enters the room at that very moment, eyeing you two warily. "Why are you so suspicious about me?" He asks Tae, wearing his usual cold expression. "You know I don't give a-" "No swearing." The gray haired boy interrupts him, sighing. "How'd you assume we were talking about you anyway?" The blue haired boy shrugs, quickly glancing at you before looking away. "Well, I'm the one who's partnered with Y/N for the project." He says, plopping down on the couch next to you, and winking at Taehyung. "Plus, I'm the only guy who you can came pretty close to cussing out." _______ A story where shit goes crazy. WARNING: A mix of crazy, YOLO, party, playboy and gay. With added projects, teachers and gangs. And of course, sugar and ocean. Book one. Highest Ranking: #2

[Book #1 of the FIRE Trilogy] deranged › completely unable to think normally or behave in a controlled way, especially because of psychological abnormalities But what is normal? ---------- I backed into the wall, alarmed by the deranged smile on his face. "W-What do you want?" I asked breathily as he got closer. Trapping me between the wall and his body, he whispered into my ear, "You." ----------- An 18+ fanfic of Park Jimin of BTS told with the help of multimedia. Involves killers, gangs, love, and sex. Start date: 16/05/2016 End date: 14/08/2017

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"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

i'm sorry, for hurting you. i love you, even if you don't. forgive me, for being a monster.