"i'm a siren." "you're the thing on my car that flashes blue and red?" "no, jeongguk," taehyung sighs, "i don't go wee woo."

❝ My soul recognized you, like I've searched the world in many lives to find you. ❞ I have never seen a real angel. But anytime I had ever imagined one, I have never pictured one with tattoos, silver hair and a tender heart. ────────── "Don't-" Taehyung spoke and I was astounded at how his voice dropped a few octaves lower. "-act like you don't know. I'm exactly who you think I am- " No. This can't be real. Everything I had suspicions about were falling into place. How similar he was to the picture in the book he was reading. His tattoo and even his god damn hair. Suddenly, all of it made sense. "-an angel." I whispered. "-a monster." Taehyung said. ────────── - Winner in The Bangtan Writers Awards - 2nd place winner solo Kim Taehyung in Moonchild Awards ────────── Started writing: 12/ 11/ 2018 Ended writing: - [EDITING] 김태형

[Book two of the "Code:" trilogy] [Read Book one, Code: RED, first] After 50 years of oppression and torture, Code: REDs decide it's time to stop, and so they rise with a revolutionㅡa riotㅡbut the only way to get their freedom is by ending the human race. And so they do. "The thought of humans and hybrids living in harmony is a delusion. It's either humans are superior, or hybrids." --- Chapter Length: 700-1000 Status: Completed

Love is nothing more than a financial game for him.

✧ When a man-whore of a Prince falls for his subject. ✧ "Suck my dick," he provokes with his feet up on a chair. You raise a brow. "Excuse me?" "I said suck, darling. Are you deaf?" he mocks. "Kim Taehyung, I will not-" "That's King Taehyung to you," he interrupts with a loud chuckle. "Obey me." His grimaced face falters for a second, and you burst out laughing, slapping his knee repeatedly and clutching your chest. His lips curve into a proud smile. "He is a whore, isn't he?" (Taehyung x Reader)

Kim Taehyung hadn't designed a tattoo since his brother died, he simply couldn't find the inspiration. Y/F/N couldn't face the scars that covered her body, they were a constant reminder of her tragic past and so she asked for his help. Design her a tattoo. She wanted to forget her past, he wanted to find inspiration. They found that and so much more.

Sang Nari had various ways of relieving her stress. She keeps a pocket full of her favorite chocolates on exam days, she hums obnoxious songs when she doesn't want to hear something, and she twists the ring on her index finger when she's feeling anxious but never had she considered adding something so nefarious to her list until Kim Taehyung came into the picture. They were as opposite as can be when it came to navigating adulthood but nothing prepared them for the hell that is college.