My name is Y/N, I'm 17 years old and my family is a fucking ass to me. One day I got tired of it, I was so sweet, so nice, and so innocent but they couldn't appreciate it. I turned into a "bad girl" or in other words a rebel. I would bully people that were extremely nice and or jerks, basically, I would bully a lot of the people that hurt me, until one day I found him. Jeon Jungkook, a new transfer student, I never felt like hurting him and I never knew why I felt like that. I felt something towards him, something I've never ever felt in my life. I'm the "bad girl" that fell for the good guy, and I never expected that my life would take many different turns... Sorry if this sucks but I hope you like it Highest ranking:#1 in Jungkook×reader #1 in Jk #1 in Bulletproofboy #1 in Good guy #8 in JungHoseok #8 in Rm #3 in J-Hope

"Jungkook. Just. Humped. Me." BTS Jungkook x Reader Bunny JK ❤️❤️ lol it sounds weird but trust me Highest Rank: [#1 in Fanfiction]

"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