I Need You Bts Novels & Stories

"Okay. Show me your strength." Selene folded her arms and looked at Jamie with a defiant expression. Jamie pulled a gold smartphone from the pocket of his white silk coat without thinking. He pressed a few numbers before finally placing the object to his left ear and conversing with someone on the other end. "Marcus Mendes," Jamie said to whoever was on the other end of the line. Jamie tucked the flat gold object back into his coat pocket five seconds later, then fixed his gaze on the young girl standing two meters in front of him.

She raised her eyebrow and seemed like waiting for my answer. "No need, you might go somewhere else. Let's just go home, I'll take a shower at home instead." I resisted her idea. "Fine. I'll wait for you here." She sat on the wooden bench before the men's room. I furrowed and stared at her for some moment before letting out a deep sigh as giving up. I took up a shower the fastest way I could, knowing that she was waiting alone outside. I smirked after seeing the 'X' mark The black tee-shirt I put in the upper left corner. It was actually one of the gifts given by Nate on my last birthday, who tried to tease me. This was my first time wearing it.

Well actually it says dick head. Sighing, I swipe up to answer. “What do you want from me?” “I just want you to give me the chance to explain everything. Will you please hear me out?” “Fine. I am about to head out to get something to eat. Meet me at Olive Garden in 30 minutes.” “Ok. Done. See you then.”

Please, save me! I need you.

I know I'd go back to you I wanna hold you when I'm not supposed to When I'm lying close to someone else You're stuck in my head and I can't get you out of it If I could do it all again I know I'd go back to you I'd go back to you I'll go back to you I know I'd go back to you (I'd go back to you, I'd go back to you) I know I'd go back to you (Go back to you, go back to you) (Go back to you, go back to you) (Go back to you, go back to you) ❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️ VANESSA' POV❤️ Right now he's standing in front of me which no love in his eyes. .

She asked, now showing me a beautiful eyes—acting all like a child. I groaned and Nathan chuckled. “I have spent my savings for buying online and there would be a concert in BTS next month. I need to go.” She mumbled while biting her lips. “You know that I love them so much.” “More than me?” Nathan intervene from her side. She hissed. “Of course, more than you. Do you think highly of yourself? Are you Kim Namjoon?”

Alex stared at her phone in disbelief. How the hell did he figure out her username? She never used her full name on her socials. She opened the text and sent him her phone number. Alex preferred phone calls over texts because she never responded to people. Less than a minute later her phone rang. "How did you find me?" Alex giggled. "I found the guy your friend was making out with, he gave me her username so I went onto her account and found you. I really missed you and wanted to hear your voice again"

And that terrified me. My mind raced, searching for something—anything—I could do. I needed to talk to someone. I needed to feel grounded, to remind myself that I wasn’t alone in this. My fingers trembled as I reached for my phone, my gut twisting as I dialed the only person who could help me right now. Diva. It rang. And rang. And rang. No answer. "Damn it," I muttered, pressing the phone harder against my ear, as if that would somehow change the outcome.

the third voice said, a bit more gently, “she tops the charts too. She just needs to believe it. Girl’s got talent.” That was enough. Ava quietly slipped out, walked back to her desk, and tried to shake it off. But their voices followed her ringing in her ears, stubborn and clinging. She hated being shy. Hated how it made her blend in when all she wanted was to stand out. However, the third person's words gave her solace, settling in her chest like a tiny anchor. It didn't fix everything but knowing someone out there was rooting for her strengthen her resolve in winning the competition.

My sister clutched my hand, feigning worry, while Zack’s inner voice thundered in rage. “No! I need to drag this woman back home right now. Nothing can go wrong!” He lunged forward like a madman, yanking my arm in a death grip as he shouted, “Dinner’s over. Let’s go home. I’ll make your favorite food later. Come with me now!”