Idol's Revenge

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BTS in 2000 years

They were a world renowned boy band having fans all over the world. One fateful day changed all that and was the beginning of their hell. They were exposed to radioactive energy and their cells mutated. They were declared dead to the public and experimented on by their Government. Afterwards war and ruin ravaged the world and they were caught in an explosion. Miraculously they not only survived the explosion but were not injured at all, instead they had fallen into a hibernating state which lasted 2000 years. They wake up to find that the world has changed, technology was destroyed, monsters that only appeared in movies were everywhere, the total world population had decreased more than a half of what it was like in the present and that there were special humans called “Gifted” who had special powers. What, the Bangtang boys also have superpowers? And they may be the only hope for humans? NOTE: All is fiction

NEPENTHE

Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin are in a relationship since high school. Taehyung is a big business man , one day ... LETs see what happens and what their past will in their calm present

Life Goes On: a BTS Fan Fiction

Sometimes all it takes to fix yourself is a friend. Min Yoongi meets the boys when he starts attending their highschool. He doesn't know why, but he is drawn to the 6 new faces; one of them in particular. Yoongi learns how to open up to others, and how to be the one that they can lean on, as he grows closer to his friends. Ships: Yoonmin Namjin Taekook WARNING - Self harm - Abuse / mentions of past abuse - Suicide / suicidal thoughts STATUS: INCOMPLETE (ON HIATUS)

the hots for my best friends dad

kook is best friends with tae. he has the hots for taes dad. tae doesnt know. his dad ..... maybe?

Kiss me or Kill me #BTS X #BLINK

- What are you doing? Get away from me. " He did not listen to her. His breath continued to get stuck in his neck. It smelled terrible. Alcohol. He smelled for miles. He was not to himself. - Shh. Silent, "he whispered. He stabbed her into the wall again. It seemed like he wanted to become a habit. - What do you want from me? "I want to know why." - I do not understand you? "Why are you always such?" You're trying to be positive. You look at the good side of things. Oh, I'm still wreck ...

Concrete Canvas

The worn piano keys whispered beneath his touch, a melancholic tune swirling through the cramped apartment. Each note was a memory, a sigh of longing, a prayer whispered to a sky choked with city smog. He closed his eyes, the melody carrying him back, back to a time when laughter echoed through these same walls, when calloused hands guided his own, when a gruff voice filled with love spoke of music as a language that could mend a broken heart. "Music, boy," the voice echoed, a bittersweet reminder of dreams passed down and a legacy left to shoulder. "It's a language that speaks to the soul. It can build bridges where words fail." The boy, no longer five but on the cusp of manhood, clung to the memory like a lifeline. He poured his grief, his hope, his dreams into the melody, each note a brushstroke on the concrete canvas of his world. This was his inheritance, his burden, his salvation. He was Marcus Johnson, a son of the Bronx, and this was his symphony.

the man who purifies the god and exorcises the devil

a man haild as a god in his world travels to a world where strenght is everything. how would a cultivation world where everyone strives become either a god or a demon king react to a man who purifies the god and exorcises the devil ///////////////////////////////////////// hey guys this novel is based on the throw off line that alister said about kamijou in certain magical index , need less to say he will have imagine breaker but with a twist soo give it a try