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Split Serendipity

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Reads 932
Votes 6
Parts 19
Time 1h 8m

Mature

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He feels a hand on his shoulder so he turns around to see a lady standing in front of him. It was the same lady that smiled at him before. You can smell the alcohol on her breath. She looks him in the eye, as a tear falls down her cheek. She asks one question, "Why?"

What if the rest of your life was determined by only a second or two today?  Those two seconds could mean you have the world at your fingertips or you spend the rest of your life miserable and making others feel the same... on purpose.All Rights Reserved

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ten thousand hours ; jjk by parkswonders

what happens when you live in a world with limited amount of time before you die? - the mysterious male turns around, his gaze was sharper than ever. the mask had slipped down his nose, exposing the bridge. his eyes could cut through a bar of frozen butter with a slice. the white sparkles that had reflected in his eyes were gone, leaving the dark, black sky. however, i refused to allow that to affect me, glaring back at him with the same, intensified gaze. he doesn't back down. the male pulls his mask up to conceal his nose bridge, the movements behind his mask telling me that he was about to speak. "jeon."

Fade Out? by SvtCarat01

To annihilate all those that made me suffer. To find myself again. To remember my other half through my memories. Escape the person I made. Will I have the future I thought? Or will I scribble down my new road? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I have to live somehow *Laughing* Why am I so dumb. I thought I was done for well I think she cares not only for her business. Not everything in this world is permanent But I'd rather if our love be.

FATE. by aRmye337

Elizabeth is an American living and working in South Korea. When she gets stood up on a first date, FATE crosses her path with the owner of the bar, who just happens to also be a K-pop idol. ** "Excuse me, are you Park Jae-eon, by any chance?" He looked at her with raised eyebrows, his face saying "me?" and pointing to his face, without speaking the word. He seemed delighted that she was speaking to him though. "I'm Park somebody", he laughed. Elizabeth was confused, her face must have looked it, because he said, "sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I am not Park Jae-eon. But I wish I was if he is who you are here for." Again, Elizabeth's face gave away her feelings. This time, disappointment. "Who is he? Why are you waiting for him, and how long has he made you wait?", this stunningly gorgeous man asked her. Having had a drink, she was feeling more chatty than usual with a stranger. "Well, I was supposed to meet him here for a first date. But I guess he stood me up. Why are you here?" He furrowed his brow. "Well," he said, "I'm a part owner here. More like a silent partner because I have another job that keeps me very busy, but when things are slow, I help out here too. Anyway, I thought I could use a break from my office and came out for a drink. Park Jimin. Nice to meet you... what was your name?" ** This short story is based on a dream I had about my BTS bias, Jimin. If you like to fantasize about BTS like I do, I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed dreaming it up and writing it down. It is definitely meant for mature readers & rated M for those 18+, so buckle up for a sexy reverie!

Female Boss by Jungkookiee_Wifeu

Jungkook just got a new job as a manager for a rich CEO. But, it's a girl? * * * "Jungkook? Did you- no, you wouldn't... Jungkook you aren't drunk, right?" His head seemed to be spinning, and he still seemed kind of drunk. Drunk, as in you understand everything that's going on, but not considering what they are doing themselves. " Wh-what?...Yn...I didn't drink..." He sounded like he did drink, but I was still worried. "Jungkook, don't lie. If you are not drunk, then tell me." Jungkook smiled. "I...didn't...drink-" He fell asleep. His head landed on my lap, as I was still sitting on the couch. My breath hitched...he looked so cute. I remembered what had just happened. Wait, that was my first... "Yn! I'm home!" Taehyung oppa came in. He stopped and gaped at Jungkook lying on my lap. His eyebrows raised.

𝗞𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗬 𝗚𝗔𝗡𝗚 | PJM ✓ by Vceria

❝𝙄'𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙞𝙛 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚.❞ "Now back off, or I'll pinch something you won't like." My gaze drops, challenging him. He lets out a sharp breath, still holding on and not moving an inch. "Then do it," tilting his head, his lips curved into a smirk. ❝ And I'll make you open that mouth and let me in like a good girl. ❞ Who would like a horny man that couldn't even keep his perverted thoughts inside his pants? ||P.JM FANFICTION|

PERSPECTIVE ☽ j.__.k by taekee

❝ You're so keen on pointing fingers at me. ❞ ❝ Isn't that a given? Girls like you ruin lives. ❞ ❝ And what? Guys like you save lives, I assume? ❞ There's always the mean girl who ruins the day with the glint of her smile. People say she wears makeup to cover her inner ugly. But they never see her side of the story. The other side. When a girl tries to ruin the life of a guy and ends up ruining her own in the process.

Boy With Luv (Kim Namjoon X Readers) by Mono_l1sa

He had memorized the address and searched for your door. He remembered that you told him you were only renting the place. He wondered if he would see your tenant and thought how he would explain the situation to that person. "I'm here to see Y/N, the person I like. Please let me see her." He repeated in his mind. He continued to repeat it as he knocked on the door, and even as the door was beginning to open. "I'm here to see..." His mind blanked and your eyes widened in shock and horror. He didn't see Y/N. Namjoon was looking at a stranger. Even with the world at your fingertip, you stopped feeling what you should be feeling for the cello. In a heat of the moment, you decided to audition as a producer for BigHit under a disguise. Things went well except for the fact that Kim Namjoon hates your guts but loves the person he sees on stage.

Dear No One by SereneHill

He's always watching those couples on the streets, holding hands, smiling gleefully. He watches, in silence. Only wishing that he could one day have someone to hold his hand and smile up (or down - he's short) at him that way. He shakes his head, smiling, laughing inwardly at how pathetic he is. Be patient, your time will come. He keeps reminding himself. He stares out of the cafe's glass facade, his warm breaths making the glass fog up. He wonders for the millionth time if he'll ever fall in love. He wonders for the millionth time if he's met her yet, perhaps crossed paths, unknowlingly. He wonders, once again, if he'll ever know what it feels like to love, and to be loved back. He wonders. ---------- Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual occurrences are purely coincidental. I do not own the characters in this fic (sadly), except for the OCs. This ff is sort of inspired by Tori Kelly's beautiful song titled Dear No One. Enjoy.

Heart On The Window 💜 by ipurpleufever

He sat down at a quiet cafe. Originally, he planned to go straight home, crack open a bottle of soju, and drown the rest of the day in silence. He wasn't sure what stopped him-maybe the weight in his chest or the sudden ache to not be alone-but instead, he found himself walking into this small corner cafe, the smell of roasted beans calming something in him. As he glanced around, his eyes landed on her. A woman sitting by the window, nursing a cup of coffee. Her eyes were puffy, as if she had just cried, and she absentmindedly wiped at her cheeks with her sleeve. There was something fragile about her, yet she looked like she was trying to hold herself together. Without thinking much, he picked up his coffee and changed seats-walking right to the table in front of her. She looked up, startled, her hand frozen mid-sip. Her sniffle echoed between them. "Hey..." he said gently, offering a small smile. "Nice to meet you. I'm Kim Seokjin." He gave her a slight bow, trying not to scare her off. Just something about her sadness felt familiar. Like maybe-just maybe-they were both running from something. Warning ..slow update because I have a life and a stupid brain

Snaps | j.jk and you by imeanwhoamireally

"Did you possibly think that you could be happy?" You asked, through welled eyes. The girl looking back was a broken, beat down angel. "How could you lie to your own heart? Who corrupts their own heart?" "It wasn't you, it was him." Answered the Universe. •in which we follow the life of Y/N and her friends' life as it starts to slowly but surely fall apart• [A/N] This is my first book so it is very VERY slow and I'm trying to make it funny and emotional at the same time. Also keep in mind that my first or second language isn't English, I don't even life in a country where English is needed, so my vocabulary ain't the best. I think this will end up as a sad ending but I do plan for a second book with a better/happier ending. I do not know why I told you that. Started -1/2018- Finished - -

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what happens when you live in a world with limited amount of time before you die? - the mysterious male turns around, his gaze was sharper than ever. the mask had slipped down his nose, exposing the bridge. his eyes could cut through a bar of frozen butter with a slice. the white sparkles that had reflected in his eyes were gone, leaving the dark, black sky. however, i refused to allow that to affect me, glaring back at him with the same, intensified gaze. he doesn't back down. the male pulls his mask up to conceal his nose bridge, the movements behind his mask telling me that he was about to speak. "jeon."