Since they're accumulating more and more, I decided to make a collection of my OneShots from BTS MxM ships instead of posting them separatedly. The stories don't belong together, I just post them in the order I wrote them. Contains: -TaeKook -VMin -YoonMin -Sope (-NamJin usually appears as side pairing) All stories are smut free.

these are some of my favorite stories from ao3. the stories published are credited to their rightful owners (If any of their owners wish me to take them down I would gladly do so) -Thresomes -Foursomes -OT7 Enjoy ~ || Smuts ||

These are some of my favorite Taegi stories from ao3. The stories published are credited to their rightful owners. (If any of the credited owners wants me to take them down I would gladly do so) (Fanarts/ Pictures not belongs to me) Enjoy~ || Smut || || Fluff || || Angst ||

"Those damn things are gonna kill ya" Jimin muttered walking in wafting the smoke away from him. Namjoon turned a bit towards the open window so the smoke wouldn't bother him. "There are a lot of things that can kill me" he rolled his eyes but the corner of his mouth itched upward in a grin "what's up?" He asked leaning back against the wall. In which a pink ashtray and six men come into Namjoon's life in a completely expected way. Slow burn poly thriller

Yoongi wants Bts's leader.

Namjoon knew Taehyung was odd, but.. (Top V)

"thursdays and fridays are critique days. don't be late, newbie." -- in which a bunch of rich boarding school boys start a club that no one knows how to get into. based on the bloomsbury group of the early 1900s.

Growing up with nothing makes you desperate. Growing up with nothing in a city that feeds on sin? That makes you ruthless. Kill or be killed. That's the rule. The only rule. You learn it young, or you don't live long enough to learn anything else. Trust? That's a luxury the streets don't offer. Kindness? A myth for the weak. But for seven outcasts, trust isn't a choice. It's survival. A genius who sees through the lies. A dreamer chasing a place to call his own. A hellion with a smile sharper than a knife. A fighter who bleeds for what he loves. A dancer haunted by ghosts of the past. A skeptic drowning in his own demons. And a dropout who cleans up the mess-no questions asked. They're not the first to try and take this world. But they'll be the first to come damn near close. Blood spills easy. Time runs out fast. When the walls close in, they'll have only one thing left-each other.