International playboy
oH I FUCHKED UP I FU UCKED UP YOUR'E NOT NAMJOON yeah what I've been trying to tell you or the one in which Jimin accidentally texts the guy he has a crush onThe phone buzzed once—then went still. Jimin’s thumb hovered over the screen, breath caught in his throat. He’d typed the message to his best friend in a haze of late-night frustration: 'oH I FUCHKED UP I FU UCKED UP YOUR'E NOT NAMJOON.' A joke. A slip. A truth disguised as a typo. But the name at the top of the chat wasn’t his friend’s. It was Namjoon’s.
He hadn’t even noticed the auto-correct, the way his heart always skipped when that name appeared. Now, the message sat sent, unopened. The little '✓✓' glowed like a verdict. His chest tightened. Should he call? Pretend it was spam? Block the number and vanish?
Across the dorm, a door creaked. Footsteps echoed down the hall. Namjoon always stayed up late, reviewing lyrics, rewriting verses. What if he checked his phone right now? What if he read it—and understood exactly what Jimin meant?
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The Master of Death
“A second chance,” Death said. “At life?” Harry retorted with a bitter laugh, his voice laced with the apathy of the past seven years. “Because that worked out so great the first time?” Post-war Harry Potter's soul is steeped in deep weariness. He has never truly lived, nor entirely died. Death offered an unnerving smile: “I know how you feel... Bored.” To make up for the ennui of his past life, Harry takes the bargain. Accompanied by Death and the memories of his older self, he travels back to the summer before Sirius’s death. Stepping into his younger body, Harry realizes that being connected to Death has twisted his morals more than expected. This time, he is no longer the Savior. Harry's sole objective is to eliminate boredom, at any cost. He leverages his future insight and newfound ruthlessness, carving his own space between the Light and Dark sides to balance the inevitable game. Whispered to by Death, how will Harry reshape the world? And how will he fulfill a bond, a forbidden connection that transcends life and death, with the entity who is both his companion and his ultimate Master?
My Alpha
If God gave me a chance to start over, I wouldn't waste another moment in this cold, unloving home!
The Girl of the Flaming Tower
Her words are 'We Light the Way.' Her eyes are green like dreams, and she knows she will be nothing but a captive to her womb, her babes, and the blood they will hold at her father's behest. She was someone else once. In the future she has seen, in the world she has read in the pages of a book, seen acted out on screen, her son will set the Dragons Dancing. Alicent Hightower laughs at the mere thought she would be subject to anyone but her own choices.
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