His finger traces my skin, his coffee brown eyes staring deep into mine as I feel chills run down my spine. "Taehyung." I call out his name, close to a whisper, afraid that someone might hear us. Why did being with him make me feel so good even though he wasn't mine to keep? [Highest Ranking: #1 in Fanfiction] Warnin...
"She looked of fresh youth, her lips the shade of red rose... her hair cut short but her eyes were of demise." -completed- Author: Catallenia NO PLAGIARISM ⓒ All Rights Reserved
When the most innocent Virgin in town is fed up with her life, he meets the town's baddest tattoo artist at the most improbable moment. How will that encounter change each of their lives? Follow their story in this Taehyung vs reader (Y/n) fan fiction :)