In which Namjoon is lonely and Seokjin is a Turkish Angora cat hybrid. - hybrid!au !currently editing! start: 10/03/20 end: ---

Keeping one secret is already hard enough. Their love is something they can't openly show the world. Even though you'd expect it to be hard, everything seems to be going just fine, until a certain person starts playing around with them. Namjoon desperately holds onto Seokjin, afraid to lose him to someone else. ___ A/N The first few chapters in Jin's perspective are written by a good friend @waistbands She also made the book cover.

A story which Hoseoks Best friend Jin likes his older brother Namjoon ↓↓ Jin & Hoseok 19yrs old - 12th grade Namjoon 21yrs old - out of school Yoongi 22yrs old - out of school Jungkook is 17yrs old Jimin and Tae are: 19yrs old [ pretty short Chapters ]

"I-I-I thought you said y-you weren't g-gay." SeokJin stuttered as the younger leaned in closer. Their lips brushed against each other lightly as he spoke. "Jinnie, that was weeks ago. That doesn't mean I can't switch teams." NamJoon said, leaning a tiny bit closer knowing he affected SeokJin. "S-so what does that m-mean?" SeokJin questioned stuttering. Their lips brushed each other once more. NamJoon put a hand on SeokJin's cheek and his other hand around the said boys waist. "That means i'm not straight." He said planting his lips on SeokJin's plushy pink ones.

Jin has been struggling lately, he can't afford much and his parents are too far away to help. Namjoon has started working in the same shop as Jin, his also finding things hard. They both need one another. Will they fall on love? Help one another? Of course they will...come on I'm not that mean.

[ completed ] A mistake soon turns out to be more adorable than it should be. Started : 14.04.17 Ended : 14.04.18 © -nyoombuns

Kim Seokjin moved into his very first apartment after living with his mom his whole life. Little did he know his life would be turned upside down.

"Eyes are the windows to your soul" It's a popular saying but in reality its become twisted and eyes have nothing to do with it. Your soul in its own is a window, crafted by your life, and if yours matches another's well that's what we call soul mates.

"I don't need them. I'm okay. This is me. I don't need anyone trying to change me. To fix me. They can't fix me, because I'm not broken. I don't need to be fixed." _ in which a bipolar boy writes letters to someone _ All rights reserved. Copyright © wangzico 2016

"you selfish bastard"