𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖑 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊 ❝Us? We're the reincarnation of Satan, baby-" Jungkook reached for her jaw and whispered in her ears which send chills to her bones. "We don't hide.❞ ❥ mafia au started 061018 | ended 270819

Jungkook and Lisa find themselves together in an elevator. What could possibly go wrong? Started : 8/6/17 Completed : 26/1/18 #607 in fanfiction ~ 12/10/17 #327 in fanfiction ~ 20/11/17 #295 in fanfiction ~ 14/1/18

Broken promises, Fake relationships, Heartbreaking experiences and First days in school. "Let them be them, let us be us." "Take my hand, don't let go." "We only have to believe in us, don't let go of my two hands." "We can't miss each other, you can't let me go."

Jimin the playboy of the most popular high school and a total Player dates them for a weak and turns dumbs them the next week We when Rośe Transfers from her old school after moving from Australia and leaving in some place new what will she end up discovering about Jimin playboy side that she didn't know of Seeing what his life does she feel destroyed or heart broken

(Highest ranking: #1 in Jirose and Rosemin) #1 in BtsxBlackpink #28 in Blackpink Again, I found myself trapped in a corner, his hands perched on the wall behind me. He took another step forward, his knees hitting mine. "Jimin... What are you-..." I mumbled, but it was too late. "Hey, look at me." he said in a raspy tone, as he slid his hands to my shoulders. looked up and met his eyes, and I couldn't look away. His gaze lingered sadness, his eyebrows in a concerned raise, as his gaze shifted between my eyes. My heart skipped a beat. Was I... falling for him? A serial killer? But everyone saw maniac that mercilessly killed innocent lives. All I saw... was a human being. A broken human being. I couldn't help but notice... that he seemed so familiar, even though we had just met a month ago. I bit my lip, as my knees started to wobble. "Jim-..-" His hands traced up my neck to cup my face. Flustered, my hand shot up to his chest to push him away.... But I hesitated. He started to lean closer. I fiddled with my hands, as I realised I might not be able to stop him. Soon he was millimeters from my lips. But he stopped. He exhaled and bit his lip, as though he had snapped out of it. I heard him counting. It was a practice we had taught all the patients to do whenever they felt anxious or impulsive. His forehead hit mine. "Three.... " "Two....." "One...." He removed his hand from my cheek and pulled away, as I felt the warmth of his presence disappear. A part of me was resisting. I clenched my fist, as I felt myself grab his shirt, as I pulled him back in, his body hitting mine. "I..." I exhaled, but no words escaped my mouth. I was too late. His lips were already locked with mine. ... -Story by ilikesteakeu- *No plagarising or copying.* Credits to _ellen_drawings for the sources I used for my book cover:)