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Thanx Jimin for exposing jk like that 😉

turns out it wasn’t the slippers, but the owner

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Added a new chapter! Please support and I hope you enjoy please leave comment!!

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So, i was watching hobichu video, HOPEKOOK/JUNGHOPE♡BANGTAN BOMB MONENTS[jun2013-nov2017] By the way go check out her videos there the best!! So anyways i was watching the video and i was looking at this moment i noticed that with their lips all smeared with lipstick they look like they had a crazy/passionate make-out session

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Just to let you all know I uploaded a new chapter

I made this fic a while back. I might re do it. I might just continue it. Please give me your opinion.

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Breaking up with yoongi Truth comes to light Part 4

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Breaking up with yongi Hoseok to the rescue Part 3

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Breaking up with yoongi. Jins help.

part 2

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I never had a kink until now 😍😍

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“Don’t judge me, but I may have murdered someone.” for our lord of destruction Namjoon sheepishly confessing to Hoseok

Namseok, “Don’t judge me, but I may have murdered someone.”

(1.8k, paranormal au, someone gets hit by a car, character death that isn’t really??  this is mindless crack)

It’s not the first time that Hoseok’s been woken up at ass o’clock in the morning because of Kim Namjoon’s incessant knocking, but even as Hoseok pushes himself out of bed, tugging a blanket around himself as he trudges towards the door, something about this time feels different.

Normally there’s a bit of coherency to what Namjoon says, but when Hoseok opens the door, it’s all just noise, mindless, deranged babble coming out of his mouth and at first Hoseok isn’t sure if he’s hearing Korean. 

‘Slow down,’ Hoseok mumbles, bleary-eyed. He blinks and his vision clears to see how wild Namjoon looks. Like he’s been lost in the woods for three days and only just found his way out. 

Namjoon yells some more, eyebrows knitting together as he gestures frantically to his car on the street. Hoseok heaves a long-suffering sigh. 

‘Namjoon get inside before I slam the door in your face, it’s too early for me to play translator.’ 

He doesn’t give Namjoon a chance to retort, simply grabs his arm and tugs him inside and onto the couch. He brews tea, waits until Namjoon is no longer heaving for breath and has drunken at least half of his cup before he tentatively broaches the subject once more. Very calm. Very collected. 

‘Okay,’ Namjoon says, in his normal Namjoon-speaking voice, although a bit more sheepish than usual. ‘Don’t judge me, but I may have murdered someone.’ 

Hoseok blinks, nodding as he processes the words. Namjoon stares at him, looking a little like a puppy waiting to be reprimanded as he shuffles.  Very slowly, he reaches down and gives the inside of his arm a very sharp pinch.

Hoseok is not dreaming. 

‘You murdered someone?’ Hoseok says, surprising himself with how calm his voice is. Surprising Namjoon too, if the startled expression is anything to go by. 

‘Yes.’ 

‘How?’

Namjoon wrings his hands, trying for a grin. ‘Accidentally?’ 

Hoseok reaches for something to throw, which thankfully, for Namjoon’s sake, is a pillow. The force Hoseok chucks it at is no joke and even though it is merely a pillow, the zipper flicks Namjoon in the nose and he thinks that’d painful enough.

‘Hobi!’

‘Why would you come tell me?’ Hoseok hisses. ‘You dick, now I’m involved, I either turn you in or I’m an accomplice.’ 

‘You’re my boyfriend, I thought you’d help me!’ Namjoon says, voice frantic which does nothing to help stop Hoseok from steadily beginning to lose his shit. ‘You have those like. Witchy powers, right? I only hit him with the car half an hour ago. You’re magic. Fix him.’

‘Oh my god, I’m not a necromancer, you idiot!’ Hoseok’s on his feet, throwing his hands in the air and praying the Gods to strike him down so he doesn’t have to deal with this shit. ‘I make work in hexes, make potions for broken bones, fucking emotions or something. Necromancers are a whole different thing and super rare to boot.’

‘Well how was I supposed to know?’ Namjoon’s voice is merely a squeak. ‘You just sprung it on me out of nowhere, of course I’m going to assume–’

‘Do not make this about me,’ Hoseok says, jabbing a finger against Namjoon’s forehead. ‘You’re the one who’s killed someone. Gods, what have you done? Where’s the body?’

Namjoon opens his mouth, closes it again and his eyes slowly trail over to the front door, like he might bolt, or–

Or.

‘You’re kidding me,’ Hoseok says, voice strangled. ‘You bought it here, you bought a body to my house?’

Keep reading

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I made this fic a while back. I might re do it. I might just continue it. Please give me your opinion.

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Yongis misunderstanding…

part 1

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Making up with boyfriend taehyung. Part 2. Part 1 is in my posts

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Your boyfriend Taehyung goes drinking and does something he shouldn’t? Or does he? Part 1

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Epic auto correct fails with boyfriend bts

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Naughty jimin

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Somethis i have always wanted to try. Here it goes. My first fake chat hope you like it