Elara never belonged in Jeon Mansions. At 23, she was soft and unseen-until Jeon Jungkook noticed her. The cold-blooded king of the mafia empire, he was incapable of love, but her innocence ignited a hunger he couldn't control. Without warning or permission, he claimed her, pulling her into a world of obsession and danger she could neither escape nor understand. She drew in a shaky breath, her back pressed to the cold wall as if it could save her. "Please... don't do this." His shadow fell over her, stealing what little light remained. His voice was a low, dark promise. "It's too late, little dove. You were mine the moment I saw you." Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but defiance still burned in them. "You can't own me." He leaned in, close enough that she could feel the heat of him, the danger. "Watch me." Her fingers trembled as she tried to push him away, her voice raw. "What do you want from me?" His smile was slow, predatory, as if he were savoring the taste of her fear. "Everything." For a moment, silence stretched between them-heavy, suffocating. Then she spoke, her words a broken vow. "One day... I'll leave." He tilted his head, studying her as though she were something fragile he meant to break. "And I'll find you," he murmured, the words sealing her fate.

"𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲... 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟#𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞-𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐲!" ____________________________________ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?" 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞. "𝐄𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞." "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧," 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝. "𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞." ____________________________________ (𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤-𝟐) 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞|| 𝐉𝐉𝐊 • • 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𝟏 𝐅𝐞𝐛 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 • • 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 🔞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝.

⚠️ Please be aware that the following content is solely a part of imagines. The following acts written in the story has nothing to do with the mentioned idol. Read it only as an entertainment purpose ⚠️ "You're not what I thought you were." She looks over at the guy standing before her, confused and awestruck by his presence at the same moment. "You're also not what everyone thinks you are, Sweet angel." His smirk widens, not failing to notice that she has been checking him out, unknowingly so. It all started with a simple bet. A deal. A consensual situation that led them to feeling unknown emotions. Their deal embarked within a most complicated thing and it was never supposed to happen on either of their parts. As their journey started, something they built started to shatter when the monsters of their past made an appearance in their present. It's a game of blood, secrets, twisted emotions, sacrifices, hidden truths and their love is at stake. Jeon Jungkook was the dark, as complicated as it was but Choi Y/n was blinded by the lights she was living in and henceforth she found her comfort in his darkness while her light guided him outside of abyss. 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚. 𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄. Read the full story in : DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS. ☕ Genre : Dark college romance, Angst, Smut, slow burn, grumpy X sunshine. 🍨 Trope : Mafia AU with college romance.

She was never meant to be the bride. On the day of the wedding, Lee Sana disappears-leaving behind nothing but a letter... and a scandal that could destroy her family. With no time and no choice, her younger sister is forced to take her place. One dress. One lie. One man who should never be deceived. Jeon Jungkook doesn't forgive betrayal. Cold. Powerful. Untouchable. And now-married to the wrong woman. What was meant to be temporary becomes something far more dangerous when he decides one thing- If she dared to ruin his name... He'll ruin her life. #1 jeonjungkook #1 jeongguk #1 bts #1 fyp #1 jungkook

So this story is about yn and jungkook get married and jk is forced for this marriage and he decides to tread yn badly and show to everyone he cares for her

Jeon Jungkook is a man who gets what he wants. At thirty-five, the ruthless CEO of Jeon Corporation controls an empire built on power, money, and fear. When a scandal threatens his reputation, he decides on the simplest solution- a wife. Not love. Not forever. Just a one-year contract marriage. Y/N is a struggling bartender barely surviving, drowning in hospital bills while trying to save her five-year-old nephew, Jihoo, who is losing his battle with cancer. So when Jungkook offers to pay for every treatment, she signs the contract without hesitation. One year. One fake marriage. One dangerously powerful man. It was supposed to be nothing more than a deal. But living with Jeon Jungkook was never going to be simple. And the moment Y/N signs that contract, she realizes something far more dangerous than his reputation- Because to Jeon Jungkook, marriage was never just part of the scandal. It was the beginning of something far more dangerous. And somewhere between pretending to be his wife and surviving his world... the line between fake and real begins to disappear.

ME AND NO ONE - A Contract of Control Jeon Jungkook is not a man you cross paths with. He is a storm in human form- one that leaves nothing standing once it chooses a target. As the ruthless CEO of Jeon Enterprises, he exists above law, morality, and mercy. Untouchable. Feared. Worshipped in whispers. His hands are scarred like battlegrounds, his skin etched with ink and violence...most notably a serpent coiled around a sword, a crown marking the nape of his neck. Every mark is a warning. Every scar tells a story no one survives long enough to repeat. They say he's insane. They say he's bipolar. They say even madness trembles in his shadow. Because Jungkook doesn't kill his enemies quickly. He lets them beg. Y/N enters his world the wrong way... with confidence she doesn't know is dangerous, with a sharp tongue that should have gotten her fired, with eyes that meet his when they should have looked away. An interview. A job. A fatal mistake. She is ordinary. Sassy. Unimportant. And that is exactly why he notices her. What begins as employment turns into surveillance. What feels like protection becomes possession. What resembles safety rots into obsession. Jungkook does not fall in love. He claims. A contract binds them...written not in ink, but in control, fear, and dependency. He becomes her captor and her shield, the monster she fears and the only man who can keep her alive. The world outside grows hostile, not because it wants her... but because he will destroy anyone who tries to take her away. She should run. She should hate him. But when danger comes, he stands in front of her-bloodied, smiling, unhinged. "If the world comes for you," he whispers, "I'll burn it first." There is no escape. There is no mercy. And once Jungkook decides you belong to him- there is no before. there is no after. There is only him. By hook or by crook... she becomes his. Forever.

A famous director, accused of murdering his own wife, has spent years shackled to her memory... refusing to move on, refusing to love again. But what happens when fate places ℎ𝑒𝑟 in his path... the one who stirs something in him he buried long ago? Will he defy the ghosts of his past and follow destiny's call? Or will he walk away, breaking his own heart to keep a promise to the dead? A Jeon Jungkook Fanfiction

Y/n , a princess born of love is forced into a marriage born of politics. To save her kingdom, she becomes the wife of Crown Prince of an enemy,uniting two nations that should never have trusted each other. But peace is built on lies. Behind silk robes and royal vows hides betrayal, war, and a crown stained with blood. In a world where kingdoms clash and love is sacrificed.........

Everyone knew Jeon Jungkook. The youngest billionaire. Untouchable. Private. Powerful. What no one knew was the woman engaged to him. Yn lived quietly-teaching children, walking home alone, loving a man who barely saw her. When whispers followed her steps and shadows learned her name, she stayed silent. Because some obsessions grow unnoticed. And some loves arrive only when it's almost too late.