Fanfics de Bangtan Boys (BTS) com Personagens Originais com o gênero Literatura Erótica em Inglês sem o personagem Kim Namjoon (RM) sem a tag Gay

A foreign girl is struggling financially to keep living and studying in Seul when a friend's suggestion might be her only option to stay. 💼💋💰

You've been in love with him since the beggining, but you became best friends. But one day this changes when he catches you saying his name at an... unusual moment 🛁

OC is on a trip to get away from her problems when something much more unexpected than just the elevator stopping happens 🔦 (Rated M for future chapters)

This is the time for the Noonas out there! In this smutty story between Tae x Jimin x Jungkook x reader you're Bangtan Noona who keeps the dorm care! Enjoy it.

Again, days without color, without joy ...
Until that day ...
The boy who cheered my days ...
In that humble cafeteria.

"Y/n was a young woman, used to live with her dad, but he was so tired of she bringing boys to their house every night, he didn't like her, that's the truth, since she was a kid he spanked her, and when she grown up she used to bring boy to the house, and she knows that he didn't like it.

  One day he saw her with a man, and he got so angry, he killed both, in a horrible way, and now she hunt the boys that get in the house, exist two options, or she will kill you, or have sex with you."

[Adaptations/copies of this work are not accepted]

The delirium of passion makes us insensitive to the world we inhabit. Death makes us unable to frequent and cohabit with individuals.

I was born in Seoul, in a distant city called Beethoven. My life cycle was based on helping Omma and keeping her healthy and strong so she could live with me...

With his passing, I saw the world fall apart and the little happiness that resided within me evaporate into nothingness... I lost my loved ones and watched my deplorable state settle in.

I was welcomed by a family that was completely different from the one I had, and I was forced to learn to live with the beings that shared the same roof as mine.

The world that I learned to live in, the feeling that I recovered around life.

Love.