Bts Lost Novels & Stories

Alex Kim… stop this… I feel so sorry about you. A/N: Sorry for the grammatical error and all. I am writing this in a faster mode because I will watch a sowozo of BTS! HAPPY 8TH ANNIVERSARY BANGTAN BOYS! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND TO ALL ARMYS OUT THERE! LET’S WATCH THE CONCERT!

Trish said excitedly and everyone honed in on the gadget. The haunting jazz-and-bass opening of Taehyung’s solo song Stigma was drifting up from the phone’s speakers. Lor’s highly trained ears recognized the piano and acoustic instrumental as very similar but not identical to the version on Everysing (the Korean karaoke app) or any official release by Big Hit Entertainment, the manager of BTS. And when the vocals started, Lor instantly knew it wasn’t V himself but someone doing a cover. Someone who was more careless of his baritone and husky voice; someone who could speak and pronounce fluent Korean and imitate V’s idiosyncrasies. Whoever it was sounded very close to V himself singing live.

Gradually, Nancy started to question whether she truly loved Dylan or if it was simply her stubborn nature holding onto him. “Nothing’s wrong. Why are you calling me?” “There’s a fantastic concert tonight. Do you want to go?” Nancy was exhausted, but since James had invited her, she considered it. James knew her well and, sensing her hesitation, added more information. “Tonight’s concert features your favorite idol. It’s a performance by BTS.” Hearing the name, Nancy’s eyes lit up. She quickly checked the date and time. She had been so busy that she had completely forgotten about it and hadn’t even managed to buy tickets.

“The outfit looked good on you. Keep at it. I see you becoming one of the top models soon.” And just like that, he walked off the stage and out of the room, leaving behind a stunned silence that lasted for a beat before reporters erupted into a frenzy, chasing him for photos and statements. Suddenly forgotten, I was left standing there as all the attention shifted to Braun El Cueva’s grand, unexpected exit. I slowly stepped down from the stage, the adrenaline still humming in my veins. Deniz and Chelsey rushed over to me when I reached the side. “I’m so sorry, Briella,” Deniz said, breathless with guilt. “I didn’t know it would turn out like this. I swear—”

No reply. She staggered toward the ruins, her boots crunching over charred roots and shards of stone. The altar — or what remained of it — smoked faintly. A single crack ran through its center, pulsing with dim light before fading altogether. The moon above had dulled to a pale, uncertain gray. She stopped at the edge of the shattered platform. “Kaelen,” she called again, softer now. “Please.” Still nothing. Her hand went to her chest. The bond that had tied their energies together — that subtle rhythm she’d always felt humming beneath her ribs — was gone. Not severed, not broken. Just… muted. Like a heartbeat from very far away.

Bella sparked. "Nobody cares." The second man cut in. His Voice raw. They dragged her away.

He paused dramatically, as if waiting for me to press play. “Do you need a dollar to open your mouth again?” “Don’t be shocked, and scream, because I’m not going to—“ “Spit it out already Lucas I’m losing my patience here!” “Well, BTS just confirmed that they’ll be—“ “BTS? Like the seven normal boys from Korea BTS? You mean BangTan boys? That BTS?” I screamed on top of my lungs, ignoring the dissatisfied look Douglas had on his face. “With this reaction, I don’t think they’ll be attending the party anymore.”

"You scared me." "Oh, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry," he apologized. "You didn't hear me, I was calling your name quite a number of times." "Oh," she said pointing to my headphones. "I couldn't hear you." "Yeah,"he replied, his hands sliding down his pockets. "What are you listening to?" "Ateez," she replied. "Now BTS. You listen to em?" "I'm not so sure," he chuckled. "I've only heard about them. Breaking records and all."

and that hurts but I can't do anything if he doesn't want to. I was shock to know that there's gonna be a dance, a seventeen roses dance. I don't even know who they are as long as Mom chose them as her friend's children and relatives. my mother came to me and asked. "Where's Garett? I thought he's gonna be your last dance ??" even her panicked for fear of breaking up the party and embarrassing her friend. "He can't come today, he's busy in college," I defended. My mom just had sight and left when she came back, she talked to the organizers and mc of course! He's not here! my last dance is my father who also disappeared immediately and I don't know where to go. what a waste of money this is!

“I need to be in control. It’s safer that way.” The hero ran through the mess of cars. He was held back by an officer as he sobbed out the heroine’s name. The cameras pulled out to show the enormity of the hero’s desperation as his voice joined the sounds of sirens. The next scene held the caption: FIVE YEARS LATER. Miyoung almost wished she wasn’t able to predict these shows so well. “Safer for whom?” Jihoon asked. Miyoung stared at him as the swell of the theme song surrounded them, lyrics of love lost and hearts broken. An unhappy song for an unhappy story.