y/n: he hates me, I don't know why. Yoongi: I adore her, she just doesn't know it. He is a spoiled filthy rich stubborn jerk, I'm a normal girl, He is popular, I'm a nerd, I have nothing in common with him. He is my bully-my protective bully I should say. ~inspired by boys over flowers/crazy rich Asians~ with a little twist😊 STORY COVER BY: @KAnnAlfred (she's amazing go follow her) COMPLETED ✔️ (in the middle of being touched up) Started: January 2019 Finished: July 2020 - - - When a new student (Jeon Jungkook) comes in town Y/n has finally got a friend. But her biggest bully and richest boy in school (Min Yoongi) gets jealous, and things get a little harder for y/n and now: Jungkook. Contains content such as: Alcohol , Slight abuse, Bullying, Highest rankings #1 YOONGI #1MINYOONGI #1 BTSFANFIC #1 SUGA #1 BULLY #2 ABUSED #2 TAEHYUNG #5 JUNGKOOK #16 BTS

I'm just a hopeless sick boy who just wants someone to care and to cure... Start: 2/8/16 End: 5/1/16

"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