"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

Inbetween eating watermelons and hugging his fan to escape the summer heat, Yoongi rescues a pup that got tangled up in the back of his shed. Although it doesn't quite seem to trust him yet, it keeps coming back to visit him and watches him. They spend the summer together and then Yoongi has to go back to Seoul. When he comes back, the pup is no longer a pup. !Disclaimer! This story contains smut Began: 11-07-19 Ended: 07-08-20

"Why are you so obsessed with roses?" "Because, all roses have their own story, all colors have their own symbolism." "What rose am I to you?" "My Blood Rose." Min Yoongi, a 23 year old male whos had a pretty average life, besides the terrible family and messed up past. Though when his bestfriend, Kim SeokJin, gets into trouble with the biggest Mafia Boss in Seoul; Yoongi has no other choice but to help out. Soon figuring out that the biggest, baddest, mafia boss in South Korea, may or may not have a bit of a soft spot just for him. Credit to rightful owner of art/edit

Jimin finally gathers the courage to ask a guy from his course, Taehyung, everyone's crush, out and they go on a date. But things don't go as planned because Taehyung is seeing someone already. Or Jimin asks Taehyung for a date, but ends up with a good friend instead. The only downside, Taehyung's dating Jungkook, a tattoed might be mafiosi and Jimin is scared. !Warning! This story contains smut, mentions of past sexual abuse and polyamory Begin: 07/10/2019 Ended: 29/07/2021

Jimin has everything. Yoongi has nothing. Neither of them can say that they're happy with the way things are. A story in which Yoongi is the first real friend Jimin has ever had. 🥀Yoonmin rank #1🥀 ☆140 K words☆ Began: 17-03-19 Ended: 01-08-19

"I DID NOT DESCRIBE A PRICK AS MY PARTNER, AND ESPECIALLY NOT A GUY!" Hoseok yelled, standing up. "I DIDN'T DESCRIBE A HAPPY FREAK!" Yoongi yelled getting up as well, "This is a mistake!" Jung Hoseok never hurt anybody, and he never asked to be synced to someone who is his polar opposite. Same goes for Min Yoongi, the boys didn't want to be synced. You are supposed to be synced to your love, not your enemy. Though, what if that enemy really is your love? COMPLETE {#1 in Sope} ART IS @divewizvxxte on Twitter

"The truth is I never stopped loving you." Yoongi says with genuine emotion, looking into the eyes of his past lover. The eyes of his sun. "Please tell me it's a lie, that you're joking." Hoseok pleas, his eyes glossy and heart aching as he looks at the elder male. Its been almost 4 years since Yoongi and Hoseok last saw each other, the two not expecting to reunite at a local library, in Seoul, from Hoseok tripping over Yoongi's legs. Now that they've seen each other again, will they reunite as lovers? Will all their past scars re-surface? How many lies will be told? Or will they just stick with telling the truth? @Yalli (?) credit to rightful owner for art

"I'm alright," Hoseok whispers to himself, feeling the pain of another cut forming on his body. Now his back, which would eventually become a scar. "I love you," Yoongi mumbles, feeling the sharp pain of a cut on his neck. Everytime you lie, a scar appears on your body. You only find out where when you feel the pain. The more severe the lie is, the deeper the cut. Min Yoongi is a man who barely has any scars, he is always straight forward with whomever whenever. Jung Hoseok on the other hand is full of them, his arms mainly. It seems odd, such a happy person lies so much? Yet the actual solemn one barely has any? We all lie, but how bad will the lie be? How deep will our cuts appear?