My Time Bts Novels & Stories

I asked with a straight face. "No." He said truthfully. "That's great then." I sighed in relief. "You still don't want it?" I asked extending the ear piece to max again. "Fine!" He groaned and collected it from me. "I didn't know you listen to BTS." He said once he listened to the song that was playing - Go Go by BTS. "I've been a fan for quite some time, Eve told me you're a fan too." I said as I hummed to the music I was playing.

I was confused at that cocky comment of his, what time was it anyways? "Just so you know it's 9:30" Taehyung continues to speak with his mouth full of apple, responding as though he can hear my thoughts, sometimes I do doubt if he actually can. Damn! How did I forget to check the time, also why was I up so late today? "Anyways let's head to the fansign location. The fansign is at 12 and we all have to dress up and get ready for that" Jin says while getting up from the sofa.

“So… tonight at 6:37?” He laughed. “Why 6:37? Why not 6:35? Or better yet, 6:30?” “Because I need those seven minutes to get ready. Trust me.” “Alright then,” he smiled. “6:37 it is. I’ll be on time.” (Time skip)

On it, someone had written with a childish scrawl: "Reconciliation Ticket." "You promised me, Shana, that no matter what I did wrong, you'd give me a chance when I showed this to you," he begged. "We've been by each other's side for 15 years, in love for eight years. Is everything so worthless to you that you can forget about it so easily?"

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚞𝚙!! ~𝙽𝚂

I say as I blew lots of flying kisses to the photo card. I'm not actually gonna spend time with Seven physically since I'm penniless. I'm simply going to watch his social media updates later when I return home. I arrive at the Korean BBQ restaurant I part time at. "Good morning boss!" "Hello, Zen! Seems like you had a good morning. I guess you a dream of your bias again from that boy group, what it's called again? Moonie?" "Ma'am, for the 20th time... it's Moonine not Moonie. And I didn't have a dream last night, I was daydreaming."

As soon as he arrived in front of the black Mercedes-Benz, which was neatly parked in front of the building, he immediately pulled up the sleeve collar of the black shirt he was wearing to check the time. 4.30 PM Very nice. That meant he would arrive at Tatius' work earlier than he should have. Finally, he will be able to enjoy his time for a week with his boyfriend. All this time, because of their busy schedule, they could only spend a few hours at their house. The rest, they spend chatting via LINE, or voice messages, and video calls if he really missed Tatius. Because for him, Tatius was the centre of his universe. Like the sun for his life.

"Is this a wedding gift that you've prepared for me, Callista?" I lacked the courage to look into his eyes, so I nodded demurely. Nathan chuckled softly before extending a hand to me. "Please put it on for me, Callista." I knew that Seth and his friends were watching my every move. Without hesitating, I presented the watch that I had spent a long time picking out at the department store. The moment my cold fingertips made contact with Nathan's warm skin, I could feel a surge of heat passing through me. For some reason, that heat strummed a tender heartstring from within.

Jiho smiled and nuzzled in the arms of Hajun. "Good morning sweetheart" mumbled Hajun while kissing the crown of Jiho's head. Jiho gave a small kiss on Hajun's chin, "what's the time Hajun?" he asked while sitting up. Hajun checked his phone while sitting up with Jiho, "it's already 9:30. Why?" Hajun asked. Jiho perked up at the question, he remembered why he was here in Busan. "shit shit, we were supposed to meet Jun today Hajun."

I know that the present has been good on us so far, our family and our engagement, but it's only fair for him, to finally say his piece. I never want him to wonder about the past, but for the present and future, to overshadow it. Sitting here alone as time passes, I start to second guess my decision and the thought of the aftermath, of their conversation, makes me all the more nervous. I jump a bit, when the door suddenly opens and he enters. I quick glance at the clock and I take note that it hasn't even been 8 minutes, and already he's back. I try to take a hard look at him, wanting to see what his mood is like, but I'm not given a chance to do so, when he walks over to me.