| ❛ Roseanne Park era uma mentirosa ❜ Em uma de suas discussões com sua irmã mais velha, Rosé sem pensar nos prós e contras optou por fantasiar um namorado fictício que condizia perfeitamente com um badboy dos típicos filmes clichês de adolescentes, em uma tentativa de não demonstrar o seu fracasso em sua vida amorosa. Sendo surpreendida por um convite para participar das férias anuais da família Park com o suposto namorado. Park Jimin, um velho amigo do colégio, seria a melhor escapatória para que seus familiares não descobrissem a sua farsa. Não esperando que o mesmo fosse tudo o que ela descrevera e um pouco mais. ━ started; 17, dez de 2019 ━ ended; 24, nov de 2021 ━ jirose [jimin+rose] ; badboy!jimin ; hétero

❝ 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

in which rose's mental age stays.

Quando eu era jovem eu vi meu pai chorar e amaldiçoar o vento. O coração dele se quebrou enquanto eu assisti ele tentando consertá-lo. Minha mãe jurou que ela nunca mais se deixaria esquecer. E foi a partir daí que eu prometi nunca acreditar no amor, porque ele não existe. Mas querida, você é a única exceção ❤❤❤❤ ▪com amor, sunshine ❤

Park Jimin. Stone cold. CEO, with a heart as chilled as ice. A seemingly impenetrable guard has been put up by a past he'd much rather forget. But the newest member of his faculty Park Chaeyoung, his secretary, a beautifully quick-witted yet reserved individual, has now entered his life. Maybe she has the key to his happiness? WARNING: kiddos... there will be smut... like ALOT

Roséann Park or Park Chaeyoung was born in New Zealand but raised in Australia, her father is a powerful being that owns a big company her mother also owns a company. She is a rich girl she's fashionable and pretty she also is a popular in her school together with her friends Jisoo, Jennie and Lisa. But one day her father told her something that made her happy. What do you think her father told her, find out in the story. P/S: you might read some badwords maybe a gew but not all the chapters. I really don't say badwords in real life Latest Rankings 1/12/20 #1 Rosemin 12/16/19 #36 Liskook 2/15/21 #6 Jirose

REMEMBER!! IT JUST A FANFICTION Park Jimin who is struggle to find a soulmate. He being with a lot of girls but still didn't find one. Until Jennie intros him one girl. She childish and still highschool with Jennie. She is 17 years old while Jimin is 20 years old. Roseanne Park. Who is quiet and...shy. But..she will change when at home or with someone she close. "Her childishness is seductive. And she is my type."

blacktan social media series #1 ❝a stop-by. ❞ -in which two idols will follow each other's accounts.

(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:)

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