THIS IS THE OLD VERSION! --- It all started with a simple caramel apple. If you had known, you wouldn't have given him a gift to show your gratitude. Now, you were chasing time to find a replacement. Otherwise, you would have no choice but to marry a man you barely know about. (2020/09/02 - 2020-11-19)

[Daisuke × Haru] [Smut n' fluff] [Oneshots] "You materialistic bastard! You cannot buy me." "Too bad. I've already decided to make you mine." UPDATES: Sunday and/or Wednesday PUBLISHED: April 17, 2020

"I said leave me alone." "Nope. Never." Kim Seokjin, South Korea's best cardiologist lands in trouble for saving the life of the most wanted mafia leader. Completed

"H-harder hyun-a-ahh!" The older slams into the hybrid. "Of course, anything for my little kitten." Yoongi was a boss at this company and then a boy well hybrid came along and they officially became together as master and Jimin as the servant.

"You are my sun, I am your moon." Jung Hoseok lived his life inside his room for 25 years because of his condition called Xeroderma Pigmentosum, a rare skin disease that forbids him from being exposed to sunlight. He lived his life admiring a boy, Kim Taehyung from afar, The said boy never knowing about his whole existence. Based from the movie Midnight Sun. Top!KTH Bottom!JHS

The story of a boy with brain damage, and a beautiful photographer. Adult Content. Trigger Warning. Heavy Content. [Started in 2015, restarted 2017. First draft]

The bangtan texting fic no one asked for, yet I'm still doing.

Two teenage orphans put together by trauma, one with a sharp attitude and one who can't stop running. Both in a place where trust can't be found. Inspired by the song Lovely by Billie Eilish.

Death can't love, can it? A very bootiful short love story😌

"Dance with me, Hoseokie hyung?" He stared down at Taehyung's hand, reaching out for him, for a chance, for something Hoseok didn't know he could give him. But he breathed in, letting Taehyung's melodic voice wash over him- echoing into every crevice of his psyche. He was burning. The ballroom held no one but them, and Hoseok could hear his own footsteps echoing as he stepped closer, letting Taehyung take his hand. His heart thrummed at their proximity, unfamiliar with the feeling of being vulnerable in someone's hands. He felt electric. "Please...." . . . "You hate me." was the sentence that cut through their silence. Yoongi simply shook his head, calloused thumb rubbing against the soft skin along the crook of Hoseok's neck, and he shuddered, feeling a pulse full of life and excitement under his skin. A crooked smile found its way on his face, and he brought another hand to hold Hoseok's cheek, fingers gently running along his lips, eyes shining. " No." He said. "Not at all." He felt as if the room was burning. . . . . . . l u e r d u s o l e i l ...... " g l o w o f t h e s u n " s t a t u s :: i n c o m p l e t e also on ao3 !!