HATE TO LOVE YOU || TAEKOOK || JIKOOK || MAFIA AU

[𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰]²³

The fiction who's base is hate, don't expect it to be normal and not complicated.  And why would an author lie about the theme of her book? (To those who complain)

"It's not Taekook, tae is going to fall for baek, author is jikook stan, let's unfollow her, your story doesn't worth it, it's only jikook and bla bla." I'm sorry but its kind of rude.

Kindly this book has three main characters, those have exactly equal share of you can say 'screen space' or whatever it's called in case of a book.

And almost every person is fvcked up In it some way, about some of them, you have read and some you'll read soon, and for god's sake I'm warning it's ending is the biggest twist.

Just a friendly reminder⚠️

Other wise I love your patience and positivity (when you really show it) from depth of my heart, i'm very grateful to the few readers who afforded reading my fvcked up story line. Thank you.

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When the days were there to hide the broken pieces of heart and every kind of scar of the soul, then nights bring back the memories of the same scars. To make it heavy to breath, to suffocate the lungs and shed the silent tears of continues self torture.

The kind of torture jimin was giving to himself. Giving himself the agony to not be a good brother.

In the silence of the night, when the world slumbered and shadows whispered secrets, Jimin's defenses crumbled. Memories clawed their way to the surface, and the darkness pressed on, suffocating his lungs and amplifying the ache in his heart.

He was enduring living with the person he despised the most, day and night. Where He forced himself to smile through the torment of his presence, enduring his filthy touch that made him feel like the most disgusting person on earth, yet he continued to subject himself to even more torture.

His kisses, his marks, every release inside him drove him to contemplate taking his own life every second, yet Jimin was enduring it all.

Only because It fueled his hatred for Jeon Jungkook more than anything else.

That Perhaps, after killing him, Jimin might find peace knowing he didn't let anything to stop him from taking his revenge.

Perhaps through this relentless self-torture, Jimin hoped his guilt for failing to protect his beloved sister, his precious little one, might lessen and he'll be able to visit her grave.

Where in moments of desperate need, pain, suffocation, and fear, one longs for someone to hold them, to embrace them, and assure them that everything will eventually be alright. Yet, Jimin was utterly alone.

Because he wasn't there for the one who used be there for him. So it was his punishment to survive alone In the moment of extreme torture.

He clenched the sheets tightly in his fists, sitting on the edge of the bed with his lower half covered, his eyes fixated on Jungkook's naked form lying beside him, gawking at h like a living corpse.

Jimin's hazel eyes those beloved by Jungkook were boring into him with a coldness that would have startled Jungkook if he had been awake.

Jimin hadn't blinked since he sat down, his gaze only locked on the face that had brought him to this state of turmoil.

Jimin imagined killing Jungkook every day in his mind, rehearsing shooting him in the heart and watching it explode with his imaginary bullets. There would be no apologies, no begging for mercy—Jeon would simply die, as his fate will be soon written by Jimin.