"You bought me for a night, you don't own me." "Then why did you scream my name like I was yours?" Silk Sheets -a novel about a girl who sees herself only as worthy as the pleasure she can give someone else- NOT A Y/N STORY NOT A SHIPPING STORY NOT TO BE CREEPY TOWARDS BTS ITS FACE CLAIMS p.j.m. Sugar Daddy a.u. by...
for a camp dedicated to the word of God, there's an awful lot of sinning taking place in room 215. top! taehyung bottom! jungkook [will include mature themes - mainly smut]
What is a soulmate you might ask? Your soulmate is supposed to be a person you share an intense and unexplainable connection with the moment you first meet. Your soulmate will understand you better than anyone else in the world because you share the same mind, heart, and soul, hence the term soulmate. Soulmate bonding...
You look up at the scoreboard with fury in your eyes. Second place, again. Chest heaving and hands balled into fists, you look over to your left and grit your teeth. Jimin smirks at you with his perfect white teeth, hatred boiling in your blood the minute your eyes land on him, his voice smooth as silk when he speaks...
"I'm going to ask you one question which will explain why you don't know who I am." Confused, I shrug. "Alright." He takes a deep breath in, and peers his eyes over his glasses to look directly into mine. "You know BTS?" I blink. "Who?" ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ Anyone would die to be near an idol in real life. Or...