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. His name alone could end wars. JEON JUNGKOOK. A name that echoed in blood-soaked alleys and gold-laced corridors alike. The mere whisper of "Jeon" sent shivers down the spine of politicians, tycoons, and criminals alike. His enemies prayed not to see him; his allies prayed he wouldn't forget them. He isn't just the most powerful mafia in the country - he is power. He didn't order killings - he performed them. He didn't forgive - he forgot you ever existed. And when he snapped, cities burned. No court dared touch him. No woman could own him. No law could bind him. BECAUSE HE IS THE LAW. She was soft - too soft for his hands. Too gentle for his gaze. Too kind for his world. But he wanted her. No... he needed her. Y/N was everything Jeon Jungkook had never known he was missing. A college girl with eyes like prayer and a heart that forgave before it judged. She waved at children, fed stray cats, smiled at elders, and bowed at strangers. Her world was painted in light. He was dipped in blood. He saw her once, and never again was the same. Jungkook kept her. Like a secret. Like a possession. Like his last breath. She gave him peace, a strange stillness he didn't understand but refused to lose. She didn't argue. She listened. She stayed. 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 |

VOLUME 1 The Devil in the Trap of Angel: Bound by Obsession, Tamed by Her Innocence, and Burned by the Fire He Lit to Keep Her Forever. Jeon Jungkook × Liana Hazel. WARNING ⚠️: This story contains scenes that may be disturbing or triggering to some readers, including emotional manipulation, obsessive behavior, blood, violence, trauma, captivity, and intense psychological themes. And heavy smut include! Book one of Devil's Series Written and represented by -Ivee💤 @/esiverchits

❝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.♡

𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙍 This story contains intense and mature themes that may not be suitable for all readers. It includes graphic depictions of violence, organized crime, substance abuse, and explicit content. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Content Warning: - Violent and graphic scenes - Criminal activities including drug trafficking, human trafficking, and murder - Explicit language and situations - Dark and morally complex characters and scenarios Audience Advisory: - Not Suitable for Readers Under 18: This story is intended for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 18, please refrain from reading. - Sensitive Content: If you are easily disturbed or have a history of trauma related to the themes mentioned, we advise against reading this story. - First-Time Readers: If this is your first time reading stories with such intense themes, please be aware that this content may be overwhelming. By proceeding, you acknowledge and accept that the story may contain content that could be distressing or triggering. Reader discretion is advised.