O N - H O L D ! By daylight, Professor Jeon Jungkook is sharp, controlled, exactly the man his students expect him to be. When the camera turns on and the helmet slides into place, something else awakens-something unrestrained, magnetic, and meant to stay unseen. Across campus, Y/n keeps her head down, quiet and diligent, secretly writing stories about the helmeted man whose videos the internet can't stop talking about. But between what she writes and what he hides, could there be a connection? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Disclaimer: This fanfiction is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Images from Pinterest, all rights belong to their respective owners. Warning: This story contains mature content, including explicit scenes and strong language. It is intended for adult audiences only. Reader discretion is advised. Copyright Notice: All rights reserved. No part of this work may be copied, translated, or distributed without my explicit permission. If you enjoy my story, don't hesitate to leave a star and share your thoughts in the comments-I truly appreciate your support!

✔️ COMPLETED VIEWER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. She looked up at Jungkook - and what she saw in his gaze made her tremble. It wasn't anger. It wasn't even lust. It was something worse. It was DEVOTION. That sick, terrifying kind of devotion that would burn down the heavens and rip apart the earth - just to keep her here, in his hands, in his world. His thumb traced her lower lip lightly. "You're so beautiful, darling," he murmured, voice low, hoarse. "So fucking beautiful it hurts to look at you." Y/N swallowed hard, a sharp ache blooming in her chest. Because he meant it. In his own twisted way - he meant every word. Her fingers curled tighter around Juhyun's tiny body as she whispered, "Jungkook..." He leaned in, breath mingling with hers, forehead dipping against hers briefly. Juhyun babbled happily between them, oblivious to the adult storm gathering overhead. "I should lock you away," Jungkook said, almost to himself, almost tender. "Somewhere no one can even look at you. You... and our babies." Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, overwhelmed - not just by fear or helplessness, but by love. A love so raw it bled inside her. He was ruining her. He already had. Yet still - she would love him. She would love him through the ruin and through the darkness, through the cages and chains he would forge for her. Because her heart didn't know how to stop. Because she had fallen deeply, helplessly, forever for this man who could not - would not - love the way normal people did. He would love her until there was nothing left of her to love. 'She asked him one night in a quiet whisper, "Do you love me, Jungkook?" He smiled, eyes dark, brushing her cheek with fingers that had pulled triggers. "I'll stab you in your heart and kiss you while you're bleeding from your mouth, my precious. If this makes you feel that I love you... Then I love you so much." CLICK ON START READING FOR MORE...BECAUSE I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN ACHING FOR IT!

🩸 YAKUZA'S DIRGE- "A dirge is a funeral hymn, and his love was a slow, brutal mourning-not for her death, but her freedom." "Do you know why I keep you locked up?" Her breath hitched. Her fingers curled against his chest - hesitantly, reverently - and oh god. The feel of him. Hard. Unforgiving. A wall of heat under her trembling hands. His chest was broad, every muscle taut beneath the thin shirt, his pecs shifting as he breathed - not shallowly, but deeply. Controlled. His teeth grazed her cheek. A bite. Gentle. Carnal. Her lips parted. A broken breath fell from her. Then a whisper - from him. "Hmm?" She shook her head. Too slow. Too dazed. His hand slipped lower, finally, cupping her waist - his palm large enough to cage her, thumb brushing just beneath the curve of her ribs while his other arm remained hooked around her back. Not pinning. Holding. Pulling. She was caged. Held flush to him. Nothing between them but her open robe and his clothed chest. But even then, the heat bled through. He bent again - lower this time. His lips kissed the corner of her jaw. Not sweetly. Possessively. Then he whispered something so sinful, so deliberate, it felt like it was made of oil and ash and honey: "Because if even one man saw you like this... he'd forget his god. He'd fuck his name out of your mouth and never ask if you were promised." Her thighs trembled. Her hand fisted in the fabric at his chest - not to resist. To survive the feeling. He dragged his lips to her jaw again. Her ear. He didn't press them to her skin. He simply hovered. Teased. Waited. She could barely breathe. Her body shook in his hands, her inner thighs slick with her own arousal, every nerve burning like she was being readied for slaughter. Then-her voice. Small. Too soft for anyone else to hear. But he was not anyone. "...But I already attracted the worst kind." His head stilled. Eyes lowered to her again. She swallowed. Then added-"Didn't I?"

"You want an apology?" he asked, low and smooth, like he was testing the shape of the word on his tongue. I nodded. Then... His mouth was on mine. My mind went completely haywire, as the shock rooted me in place. "Now that's something worth apologizing for," he murmured. The words sank in like ink into paper. And then his voice dropped lower almost sincere. "I'm sorry... sweetheart." Jungkook x Hanaun(or reader)

In the relentless world of idols and dreams, three lives interwine in a whirlwind of ambition, heartbreak, and desires. Kim Sora, a struggling trainee with a fractured past, finds herself entangled with BTS's Jungkook, whose intensity borders on obsession, and the warm, Kim Taehyung, whose kindness feels like a lifeline. Will Sora carve her own path, or will she lose herself in the shadows of the idols she admires? Dive into a story of passion, pain, and the price of chasing impossible dreams. | SMUT | STALKING | OBESSIVENESS | DOMINANCE | JEALOUSY | LIES |

❝What's mine stays mine. Not fate, not time-no one can take it from me.❞

He got you by being a Beast but keeps you by being a Gentleman... Own it! ✧⁠*⁠。 The world of married couple & their love/sourness/romance/arguments/fight/triangle moments.♡

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Friendship is magical but what's more frantic than that. If you find the smiles and touch of the only person you called as a friend, too soothing and railing for your own good. ❝ Say, you don't want it. And I will stop.❞ He had whispered staring at her bewildered gaze which looked like she was fighting between the misery of pleasure she knew she can get. Right here. Right now. Just one word. Yes. Was all she needed to say. And God he knew he was ready to do anything.