My Time Bts Novels & Stories

I headed to my closet to get my clothes and after it, I get inside the comfort room. I played my current favorite music from a new K-pop group. The title is Black Mamba by the newest girl group of SM Entertainment, Aespa. The song has strong beats that can lift your mood. I really love this song because it is fierce and energetic even the dance choreography. I began taking a bath because for sure, my friends will be here in a few… ~*~ After 40 minutes, I already finished taking a bath, doing my makeup, and fixing my outfit. I am now all set. A while later, my sister knocks on the door and get inside our house.

Wait a minute, is that Lee Taeyong? Once they stopped in front of us, I got a good view and my jaw dropped down to my feet. A group of seven boys. BTS. Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin, Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi, Kim Seokjin, Jeon Jungkook and Jung Hoseok. There were other idols I didn't know but I could at least recognize them. I stared around with a stupid smile. It's like having your very own mega multifan sign event. Is that even a thing? I don't know.

"It must have been messy yesterday huh...?" "Yeah.. you didn't even come in? What are you doing? Are you married?" Deg... how...does everybody know? Beth smirked, "yes.. with Park Jimin!" She answered laughing, she mentioned the name of her favorite boy group personal. Sophia rubbed her chest. . "Fortunately it's not RM! If you marry RM I can be in a panic?!" "Basically, the Army has no limit! You should have sent a coffee truck like that..to BTS..so they can see your intention, become a fan." Mocked Beth.

My boyfriend Noah Carter and I had a plan: turn our college's fourteen-day outdoor orientation into a fourteen-episode documentary series about us. For the eleventh time, Noah left me alone on the training field. His childhood friend Claire Moore had called him in tears, saying she'd been vomiting and was lying in the camp clinic alone and scared. Waiting for him to come back, I missed the camp's only sunset team drill and the closing long take I'd spent two weeks preparing. That evening, he sent me a photo. Claire sat in a dessert shop outside camp, a smoothie and a slice of strawberry cake in front of her, cheeks pink and looking happier than anyone else in the place. Noah texted back: "Th

Do you want me to bring your phone to you now? “No, no need, you seem busy. Don’t worry about it” [Are you sure? Sorry... there was a bit of a trouble with the project I am working right now...] “Don’t worry about it Drake, focus on your work. I’ll see you later! Love you!” There was a small pause from the other line. What was that? [I love you... Kia] “I love you too, Drake” And there, since I have some free time with me right now... I decided to visit him and bring him some snacks.

Zia Stephanie's POV I felt like time begun to lose its meaning. The passage of time felt like it was heavenly distorted where space time worked into different scale on the other dimension. What should only be a few minutes seemed like I had endured dew hours and what might feel like small width of time could be extensive.

I'm literally crushing over them. I continued to watch BTS videos with a big smile on my face . I listen to some of their songs and the lyrics of the songs were amazing. I listened to "Spring day" , "Magic shop" and they were so amazing and for now my fav. There are like 7 members and they are amazing and I even got a crush and he the youngest one of the group I guess his name is jeon jungkook. Its been a hour I guess. I was waiting for my brother to pick me up and watching BTS. I was not bored but I just wanted to go home lay on my bed and watch them.

he asks giving me his mega-watt smile. "It's art 101. You don't have to walk me," I say trying not to fall for his charm. "I have time," he says and with that I'm defeated. "Fine," I say with a pout and he plants another kiss on my lips. "Good, how much time do you have until your next class," he asks. "Umm, about forty five minutes," I say while looking at the time on the dashboard. "Okay, close your eyes for a little bit and I'll wake you up in about a half hour," he says.

Neil Waller had a strange way of handling every fight between us. He called it a reconciliation mystery box. Whenever we argued, he would block me for three days. Then, as if nothing had happened, a link would suddenly appear on my phone. His message usually went something like this: "Open it. If you get 'Better Luck Next Time,' leave me alone. If you get a reconciliation coupon, maybe I'll forgive you." For years, I played along. The punishments changed every time. Sometimes, I had to put up with another week of being ignored. Sometimes, Neil made me apologize in front of other people. Once, I opened the mystery box while he was having dinner with another woman, only for him to