¿Hasta dónde estarías dispuesto a llegar por el amor de tu vida si el mundo entero esperará que nunca existiera? Jude Bellingham y Erling Haaland lo tienen todo: talento, fama, campeonatos y millones de personas coreando sus nombres cada partido. Dentro del campo son imparables; fuera de él, viven una historia que nadie puede conocer. Durante 3 años, su amor ha sobrevivido entre concentraciones, hoteles, aeropuertos y promesas susurradas a medianoche. Pero el secreto que alguna vez los protegió comienza a convertirse en la distancia que amenaza con destruirlos. Mientras Bellingham está decidido a dejar de esconder quién es y luchar por la vida que siempre soñó junto a Haaland, él teme perder todo aquello por lo que ha trabajado desde niño: su carrera, los patrocinadores, el respeto de su familia y el lugar que tanto le costó ganar en el fútbol profesional. Cuando un contrato con uno de los clubes más importantes del mundo obliga a Haaland a tomar una decisión, ambos descubren que no todos los partidos se ganan en la cancha y que hay marcadores imposibles de cambiar. Entre estadios repletos, secretos que pesan más que cualquier trofeo y un amor que desafía las reglas de un deporte donde el silencio parece ser la única opción, Jude y Erling deberán decidir si vale la pena arriesgarlo todo por permanecer juntos. Porque algunas victorias se celebran frente a miles de personas. Y otras... cuestan el corazón entero. ▶️ Historia enfocada en el shipp Jude Bellingham y Erling Haaland. ▶️ Todo lo redactado en esta historia es mero entretenimiento a los fans y lectores. ▶️ No se mucho sobre futbol; sin embargo esto será fuera del contexto real (Equipos actuales, años jugados en su equipo anterior, campeonatos ganados, etc). ▶️ No se permite ningún tipo de adaptación, ni traducción sin antes consultar. ▶️ Historia original, sin copias. ▶️ Historia creada de fan para fans igual de delulus que yo.

"You look like a perfect throne for me" [SHORT STORY] -vkook<3 •Top!Taehyung •Bottom!Jungkook ©patheticfan 2017

* No translations allowed, sorry and thank u * In which Jungkook is the fuckboy and Yoongi is the bad boy of the school, while Jimin and Taehyung are the nerds. --- Yoongi and Jungkook are tops Jimin and Taehyung are bottoms Contains: A LOT OF NAUGHTY MOMENTS! vulgar language smut ~ Started: 04/12/2017 Finished: 06/18/2017 ~ #1 in gays- May, 15th 2018 #2 in yoonmin - October, 7th 2018 + March 10th 2021 #1 in vkook - October, 18th 2018 #10 in kpop - November, 13th 2018 #29 in bts - November, 13th 2018 #11 in btsfanfic- November, 28th 2018 #3 in fanfiction- February, 23th 2020 #1 in taekook- August, 26th 2020 ©rorobaka | 2017

Park Jimin is unhappy and alone. His partner of fifteen years has left him emotionally as well as physically scarred from years of abuse. He wishes just for one chance to go back and never accept the man's affections when in high school. An accident. A change. A chance. When Jimin is struck by a car and sent to his death in the icy river below, he knows he's going to die and he's happily ready to go at the young age of 30. Death has other plans for the man, however. He offers Jimin what he wants more than anything. A second chance. The only thing is he will still have to die when he turns 30 and in the same way but will be returned to the age of 15 to restart his life. He accepts eagerly uncaring of the consequences. What happens when he makes that step to change his entire world. What happens when he gets to know the loner troubled teen that he avoided so many years ago from fear? What could happen if he embraces what his heart denied him so long ago and live a life actually worth living? This story is not for the faint of heart. It will be very triggering and contain violence, abuse, depression, mentions of suicide, death, heartache. Adult content. Please read at your own risk. I'm not going to put trigger warnings on the chapters because most chapters will be triggering anyway.

in which jimin leaves letters for his dead boyfriend yoongi.. or so he thought. © 94KHOP

in which park jimin texts min yoongi , the lonely boy from the cafe he works at after seeing scars on his wrists . " the tears and blood were nothing but dying flowers in dying watercolor paintings. and the two of them were the dying painters. " written as text messages . trigger warning . lowercase intended . translations: @lilabraxas in turkish @strinjimin in italian @ghostqueen- in polish @MTaetaeA in french @-tulipist in romanian *i'm sorry i don't reply to comments as often anymore!! but please know that i definitely read them all + take them to heart:,-)) thank you to anyone who commented - i'll respond to all of you when i find time<3