It was the hottest day you could ever imagine. Rose lives in a very pretty and calm neighborhood until she hears a moving van. Someone was moving in, in the house right next to hers. Little did she know that the her new neighbors had a son. And he was one wild one.;). Rose didn't think much of it, until she saw him. That was when her world completely turned...upside down. ____________________________________ Fanfic about Bts Jimin and BlackPink's Rosé. Hope you'll like it^^

❝ We might not be together again now but I will make sure in the future we will be. ❞ ••• A story where BTS Jimin and BLACPINK Rosé are ex lovers who meets again as idols. Will they have a comeback as lovers? Park Jimin X Park Chaeyoung Fanfiction Book Cover by @kaiheartsoo © oshunism

"I'm thirsty." "You're thirsty? Then go drink water." "I don't need water I need blood."

In which Rosé has a crush on the school campus boy that dye his hair too often Worried for his scalp, Rosé writes a letter everytime he change his hair colour But being the not popular kid in school and knowing he will reject her letter, she keeps the letter to herself What if one day, the letters were sent to him and he read all the letters ?? ~Inspired by : To all the boys I've loved before

(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:)