Couldn't hear the thunder, but I heard your heart race. Couldn't see the rain, we're too busy making hurricanes.  

[BTS SOCIAL MEDIA SERIES BOOK 1] -boyfriends on Instagram- ~Model&Actor Kim Seokjin~ ~Singer Jeon Jeongguk~

Jimin get hurt because of Jungkook's stupidity and now he treat Jungkook as if the boy never exist. Jungkook try everything to get his mate back no matter what. This story is about cute action on how the stupid alpha Jungkook try to court his mate back while didn't notice he make his omega jealous with him being close with another omega.

SugaMon Fanfic Challenge; Roommates AU He's the philosophical Victor to my feisty Yuri. (Not really, we're just really, really gay for each other.)  

au where yoongi is an underground rapper and namjoon is an idol rapper drawn into his orbit. a series of non-linear sugamon (!!!) set (more or less) in the same universe.  

Yoongi was the sea and Namjoon was...

“I mean we’re just on our 4th year but…,” yoongi squinted his eyes and sighed again. “… we gotta slow it down…”.   “Alright…”.  “I’ll slow it down for you”.

I will write all the story that come out in my mind here.  One chapter has one story and it's one shot so it's finish after that chapter finish. If you all want to read it future more, just tell me by commenting below the chapter and I will make it to become one story.  Enjoy it~ ps. #VMin #NamGi some is mature content, read wisely (〃ω〃)

Yoongi really didn't like mornings, especially when it involved having to social interact in them. (Aka Yoongi and Namjoon have a series of awkward encounters & the writer cries) (aka too much awkwardness but hopefully kinda cute) (aka the writer has sugamon feels) (aka what)

(Told from the point of view of Namjoon's journal)    Maybe not everything is right around here... 

The smoke was up in the air..  

Namjoon wished for it, he actually got it.

“if you wanted, i’d pluck constellations out of the sky for you.” or in which namjoon is possessive and yoongi is fond

I promised I wouldn't do anything anymore, but drunk Yoongi in silk robes is invading my mind. I don't know where it came from.

As he sits there on the porch, memories consuming him, Namjoon feels small arms wrap around him, and they almost feel like his arms, and then a soft, deep voice whispering in his ear that everything will be alright.

Namjoon is easy to bruise, but Yoongi won't allow it to happen. 

“Um?”. “Don’t.. hang up yet..”.

In which Namjoon found Yoongi's most honest writing about his past life and brittle self. “I’m perfectly fine right now. Except I’m hungry and I'm too lazy to stand up from my seat.”