The 12th Hour (Taehyung ff)
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  • Reads 88
  • Votes 5
  • Parts 3
  • Time 15m
Ongoing, First published Dec 25, 2017
A long time ago, the 12th hour was considered a nightmare. People switched lives with their enemies, just for those who didn't see what their enemies lives were like. It's been centuries and centuries since the 12th hour curse disappeared. 

Until this day. Christmas Day of 2017. A boy named Taehyung and a Girl named Cho A became enemies. Cho A a girl who is considered a 'out cast' but also a 'bully' met a boy. Taehyung a boy that is considered a 'Prince' and a 'Saviour' to their high school met the 'bully'. 

They became enemies real quick, because of this one incident between Cho A and the high school 'Sweet Heart'. 

Will they ever become friends? What will happen when the 12th hour curse begins?

Started: 12/25/17

- Lannie Kooks
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