*this story was written by Gibslythe on ao3* "Two whole months of free laundry in exchange for two weeks of being my fake boyfriend. Deal?" Keith hesitated for a moment. Was this really worth it? Hardly. Lance was an asshole, and he wasn't sure what fake dating would entail. But, free laundry was free laundry, right? "Alright, it's a deal." Or: Lance makes the mistake of telling his Mom he has a boyfriend coming home with him for Christmas. Keith makes the mistake of agreeing to be Lance's 'fake boyfriend'. This is actually the best fic I've ever read. It emotionally destroyed me and then put me back together only to kill me again. Read on ao3 : http://archiveofourown.org/works/7454385

Humans have soulmates. One touch and a bruise will mark them as bonded. They begin to need each other for energy to survive. You bond with Jungkook by touching his hand in the crowd. ---- If soulmates touch, they will both be marked with a bruise on their bodies wherever they first touched each other physically. Some humans never find their soulmates. But if you do, you begin to depend on touching each other for energy to survive. If you don't find whoever you bonded with in time... you die. If you can't stay together to give each other energy... you die. A universe in which you bond with Jeon Jungkook by touching his hand at a concert. - (This story also includes Namjoon's soulmate story.) - - Highest Rankings: #1 in Fanfiction #1 in Jungkook #1 in xReader #1 in Kpop #1 in JeonJungkook #1 in Girlfriend #1 in Dating #1 in Soulmate #1 in Imagines #1 in Boyfriend --- --- The original idea for soulmates+bruising is not mine. It belongs to a creative and badass writer named Mindheist over at AO3. I do not own the BTS characters in this novel. All plot is fictional. Cover by: ANarnianMaiden

"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!!

Walking away felt like its own kind of pain, and hope had long since lost its meaning. In the chill of the evening, every step weighed on me-bones aching, skin stinging, as if each movement tore something loose inside. My tears burned against the cold wind, searing rather than soothing. "Please," I whispered, the word slipping out like a fragile, fading prayer. "Do you want me to touch you like this, Daisy?" Each step drags, my feet heavy against the ground, every footprint feeling like I'm leaving a piece of myself behind-like my soul is slipping away with each one. My senses dull, my energy drains, until all that's left is a hollow, aching emptiness. But hasn't it been this way for the past three years without him? "Have anyone made you feel like this? Wet like this?" I don't know if I'll survive this time-but I'm still asking for one more chance. "Just one... and I'll make everything right." But why do I have to beg for it? Why am I the only one fighting? Why is it always on me to fix what's broken? "Do me Jungkook, p-please." Love-so simple, yet impossibly complicated. No matter what he's done, no matter the hurt or the distance, I'm still in love with him. And I want to fight for us one last time. I need to see how it ends, even if it breaks me. Just one final try. "With all the pleasure. I will fuck you, only fuck you with everything I have Daisy." There's no point in hoping, is there? He isn't here. He isn't coming. So, there's no chance at a happy ending for me now... is there? The sun sinks lower, shadows stretching as night draws near. With a heavy heart, I force my feet forward, each step pulling me farther from the possibility of him-of us. I knew this from the start. I should have known better, should never have let myself fall for someone like Jungkook, someone who doesn't believe in love. NOTE: This book was completed in 2023 and is being rewritten this year. All Rights Reserved ©2026 ©nrhkrs #wattys2019

Clara é uma brasileira que está trabalhando em Seoul como professora do ensino médio. Com todas as dificuldades de cultura e por ser nova nesse emprego, tudo de que ela não precisava era ficar à fim de um garoto de 19 anos, que ainda por cima é seu aluno. Mas o que fazer quando essa atração é tão Irresistível? Uma narrativa quente e cativante, que mostra que nem sempre as pessoas são o que parecem - e menos ainda o que acreditamos conhecer. Em meio a tantas provocações, Clara e Jungkook descobrem que a aversão que teimam em sentir um pelo o outro pode esconder mais do que imaginam. *Também publicada e de autoria no Wattpad do perfil @GabrielaPimenta*

❝I'll make you a deal. You help me piss off my ex, and I'll help you piss off your parents.❞ ❝And how exactly would we do that?❞ ❝Easy. We fake date.❞ [on hold]