Caught in the cage of her controlling mother, Jihee is not free to do anything without her mother's permission. That is until someone shows her what she's capable of and that she shouldn't hide in the shadows anymore...

Yanjun uses the language of flowers to convey his feelings.

Sometimes wishes need help to come true...

Written after seeing the prompt "You gave me your teddy bear and now we're best friends" on Tumblr.

Juho drabble for Christmas.

I have never met anyone who gets into as many accidents as Namjoon; it just isn't possible to be that clumsy! He's forever walking into things, how the coffee table is still standing is a mystery, and how Yoongi hasn’t outright murdered him I will never know. 

He was the personification of sin...

Whilst filming for his new drama, Taehyung encounters a nuna who is in need of some comfort...

BTS are in need of a Japanese teacher. Thankfully, manager Sejin knows just the person for the job...

She sighed loudly, drawing her knees up to her chest as she curled up on the chair, looking at her reflection in the large mirror in front of her. She had never thought of herself as ugly, but she had never thought of herself as overly beautiful either. 

Jungkook tapped his chin as he pretended to think for a moment. “Either you do this or… you have to streak through the bar.”

Jung Hoseok. Everyone knows his name. He’s a sick rapper and dancer who is making his mark in the underground scene. He is talented, hilarious, and drop dead gorgeous.

“Eva, you don’t need to lie to me. I know the truth.”

A month flew by before any of them realised it. Jungkook and Laura had become much closer, and Jungkook had noticed a massive difference in her since she had moved away from Mark. 

“Laura! Why the hell are you out here in the middle of the night! You’re frozen!” her sister cried as she took off her own coat and wrapped it around her shoulders. Her teeth were chattering as Liz helped her to her feet and helped her into the apartment. 

Lesson learned. Never leave the Tumblr tab open around Jeon Jungkook...

His eyes landed on her bright pink post it notes and a grin spread on his face.

He noticed a figure standing at the edge of the cliff, her hair blowing around in the wind. She was far enough away that he couldn’t make out her features very well, but the way the fading light hit her was perfect. He quickly took a couple of photographs of her, satisfied with the angle and lighting. 

The only evidence that she had been there at all, her empty beer bottle and the memory of the red haired girl burned into his mind.

He saw the neighbour’s daughter hiding behind the trash bins, her hands clamped firmly over her ears, her eyes screwed shut as she tried to block out the loud screaming from inside her home. Yoongi jumped off of his chair and headed downstairs.