"Kiss me." He choked on his drink, gawking over at you instantly, "HUH?!" "You know, mouth to mouth action, maybe a little tongue if you're lucky," you piped grinning smugly. He looked like he had just got hit so far up between his legs as his expression grew pained. "Please tell me you're joking," he said breathless. You grinned, "of course I'm joking." His brows jumped at that as he let out a breathy laugh of relief. "Ahh! Y/N! Not cool." He was smiling as he went in for another sip of his red crush slurpee. You timed your next remark well, smiling like an idiot. "I was joking about the mouth to mouth part," you stated quick, "now your mouth on another set of my lips..." You trailed off and laughed loudly when you practically saw red crush pour out of Jungkook's nostrils. He had snorted the drink. ------------------------ Being set up on a date is hard as it is. But being set up on a date where the boy you're with loves your best friend is even harder-and trust me, being bubbly, cute, and incredibly hilarious doesn't work on him either...but on the other members it certainly does. ------------- (PG-13 for the most part, I'll try my best with warnings if things get a little out of hand aha but hopefully it won't get too explicit) ------------- Cover was made by the sweetest, @BABYGIRLSANA on wattpad! Thank you so much Liz!!

she dreads to get to school because of one name. ; high school au, tsundere!taehyung lmao » under edit » #4 in fanfiction on 171222

Book 1 HomeLess Book 2 ReckLess Book 3 SenseLess Being homeless isn't the end of the world. At least, that's what Zachary thought when he found himself on the streets after being kicked out at seventeen. It hadn't been his fault. His father had used him as a scapegoat and won his mother over, thinking that her husband was telling the truth about his cheating and that Zachary was the one who was bringing women over, trying to ruin their marriage. He'd argued his side, but once his mother decided on something, her mind would not be changed. That's how he came to live in the alley near the end of 73rd street between the old bakery and a laundromat. It wasn't anything special, but after three years he'd managed to spruce up the place and make it almost-bearable to live in. Over the years he'd made friends with random people he often passed on the streets and did manage to hold down a few random jobs, but like everything else, they came, then went. Now he was left with fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents, a torn blanket, one outfit, and a dream for a better life. He just didn't know that he'd find it somewhere he'd never thought to look... or with someone he never knew he'd want.