bok joo and joon hyung fanfic

A fanfic about a tomboy who fell in love with her childhood friend Park Jimin.

all joon ships. namtae, minjoon, namjin, suganam, namhope

Tons of BTS related stuff and manga. A cray crackhead. Just started.

One accidental kiss. That’s all it took to shatter the wall Jungkook had built between "Leader" and "Lover." Watching the other members lean into Namjoon’s space is a slow torture, a bitter poison that Jungkook can no longer swallow. But behind closed doors, in the steam of a shared shower and the silence of a midnight balcony, the truth is even more dangerous: The Golden Maknae doesn't want Namjoon's guidance anymore. He wants his breath, his touch, and his heart. ...... **"It was just an accident, Hyung."** That’s the lie Jungkook told after their lips met in the practice room. **"I'm just tired, Hyung."** That’s the lie he told when he saw Namjoon being touchy with the other members at the Grammys. But when Namjoon corners him on a private balcony, smelling of expensive whiskey and smelling like Jungkook’s favorite sin, the lies stop. Jealousy is a powerful drug, and tonight, Jungkook is overdosing. From the feverish fantasies in the practice room showers to the high-stakes pressure of the global stage, Jungkook is spiraling into an obsession he can’t control. He’s tired of being the "little brother." He’s tired of playing it safe. Tonight, when the whiskey is flowing and the lights go down, Jungkook is going to claim the one thing he was never supposed to want. He isn't just following his leader anymore. He’s hunting him. *“You’ve had the right to be jealous since the moment your lips touched mine, Jungkook. So stop running.”* - namjoon

In the wake of their intoxicated tryst, He Yu's relationship with his erstwhile physician Xie Qingcheng is more fraught than ever. One taste has left He Yu addicted, and not even his pride can stop him from coming back for more; yet the taciturn Xie Qingcheng is determined to ward off his advances at all costs. More than lust drives He Yu's relentless pursuit: he knows Xie Qingcheng is still keeping secrets from him. What was the real reason he stopped being He Yu's doctor? What's the truth behind the scandal that cost Xie Qingcheng his reputation? As He Yu searches for answers, malevolent forces move in the shadows, drawing him and Xie Qingcheng into a deadly, inescapable trap.

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I'm gonna be straight with you people i can't Write so sure this book will be titled porn book cuz idk how to change the name but its staying so ha. Got off point there but this book is just gonna be a huge ass joke could be porn eventually you'll find out if you read this amazing book. Also if you get offended with the title of the chapters im sorry don't mean to offend you. eat a egg before reading

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.