Jungkook had always been loud, reckless, and impossible to see as a "proper" omega. He climbed trees, started fights, came home with bruised knees, and spent most of his childhood running wild beside his best friends-Taehyung, Yoongi, and Hoseok, the infamous Bangtan Squad. To Taehyung, Jungkook had always been just Jungkook. Until the summer ball. Forced to attend by his mother, Jungkook arrives looking different in a way Taehyung had never noticed before-and for the first time in his life, Taehyung realizes that maybe his best friend was never just his best friend after all. -- Fluff with no angst just chaos By Mia

taekook fanfiction it's a fanfiction story nothing is related to real life if you are uncomfortable to read it you may kindly leave please, without any hate comments.......

"Mumma-bubu", said there t-three yr old son taegguk "Mommy I also want your bubu", said taehyung "You both are shameless" said pouty jungkook My opinion:- "Well what we say...don't judge a book by it's cover and it's discription...... something awaiting for you all🐍💪 Include;-😈 👑 COLONEL(Millitary)🪖 👑MAFIA(Queen)🔥 🫣😏 _____________ 💣Contains💣 🍼 Taekook /Vgguk 🍼Baby taegguk 🍼Toptae bottomkook 🍼Smut 🍼 lots of fluff but angst to 🍼both tae and gguk obsessed with mumma bubu 🍼 shameless taehyung and taegguk

In the middle of the sprawling fields stood Kim Taehyung. At twenty-nine, he was a force of nature. His chest, glistening with sweat under the harsh sun, was broad, his hands calloused from turning soil and hauling crates.He was a man of few words, and most of them were sharp.he said "Jungkook! Move those crates to the shade before the fruit spoils!" A few feet away,nineteen-year-old Jungkook struggled to keep pace. Underneath his thick cargo pants and heavily layered shirt, his body was a knot of agony. The agonizing cramps of his monthly cycle clawed at his abdomen, but he dared not show it. He couldn't. If he slowed down, his parents would lecture him about 'acting like a man,' and the tight cloth binding his breasts made every breath a battle. Yet, he pushed through the pain,terrified of showing weakness before the man he secretly adored. As they reached for the same bundle of wheat, their bodies collided. Taehyung's dense, warm shoulder brushed against Jungkook's arm,sending an immediate jolt of electricity through both men. Taehyung stopped dead in his tracks. The friction ignited a sudden, rough urge that he had spent months suppressing. Unable to control himself any longer, he grabbed Jungkook by the arm and pinned him firmly against a tall stack of harvested wheat. "You're driving me mad today," Taehyung growled,his deep voice vibrating with frustration. His large, calloused hands slid up Jungkook's torso. Through the heavy fabric and tight binding, he felt an unexpected softness that made him grunt, but he didn't stop to question it. His palm drifted lower, pressing firmly against the front of Jungkook's cargo pants. He felt the distinct shape of Jungkook's manhood,completely unaware of the soft, feminine anatomy hidden just inches behind it. Jungkook gasped, his head snapping back against the rough stalks. The sheer weight of Taehyung's massive body crushing against him was intoxicating. Boldly, Jungkook raised his trembling,fair hands towards him

The storm lashed against the windows, rain drumming like a warning. A soft knock echoed at the door. Jungkook froze. Through the glass, he saw a tall shadow-still, imposing-radiating quiet power. His wolf stirred, a low, uneasy growl trembling in his chest. "Wh-who are you...?" His voice was barely audible over the storm. A lighter flickered in the darkness, briefly illuminating sharp features. The faint alpha scent slithered into his senses-commanding, undeniable. Then the voice came. Low. Calm. Dangerous. "Kim Taehyung." ___________________________________________ Secrets hide behind warm smiles and familiar faces. Jungkook's world is fragile-woven with fear, unanswered questions, and wounds that refuse to heal. And then there's him. Kim Taehyung. Dangerous. Magnetic. Impossible to ignore. Some truths heal. Some truths destroy. ************************************************* This fanfiction is inspired by a novel. While the concept may be familiar, the plot and character dynamics have been reimagined in my own way. I hope you enjoy it just the way it is.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" "Because you're dangerous." "And yet here you are... standing in my light."

where Taehyung and jungkook hate each other to death, but one day, they end up in a completely different place, a different timeline where the only way to heal each other is to get intimate. Top tae Bottom jungkook BP kook Simple grammar. The story is completely mine, don't copy it. (My fourth book and fan favourite) Book Cover by @Louve_gaze

Angst • Romance • Forced Marriage • Second Chance • Slow Burn Some loves are hidden. Some promises are broken. And some vows are never meant to be taken. Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook were in love for nearly seven years- a love that began in secrecy when Jungkook was still in high school, pure yet fragile. But misunderstanding, betrayal, and unspoken truths tore them apart, leaving behind resentment, pain, and a heartbreak that neither could forget. At the same time, unknown to them, Kim Yoongi and Jeon Jimin were fighting their own silent battle- ten years of love that ended three years ago, buried so deep that not even their families knew it ever existed. No one knew the truth. Not the Kim brothers. Not the Jeon brothers. Not even each other. While Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin lived openly in love and eventually married with their families' blessings, fate chose cruelty for the rest. Arranged marriages were decided. Jeon Jimin was bound to Kim Taehyung. Jeon Jungkook was bound to Kim Yoongi. Lovers became strangers. Strangers were going to be spouses. And what if the hearts that never truly healed were forced to live under the same roof-with the wrong person. With past wounds bleeding into the present and unwanted vows tying them together, the question remains- Will love find its way back to where it truly belongs, or will these marriages destroy what little remains of their hearts?

Taehyung does not touch him the way lovers do anymore. When his hand closes around Jungkook's wrist, it is not desire-it is accusation. Jungkook's omega instincts scream, body folding inward as if that might make him smaller, less visible, less guilty. "You should have died with them," someone whispers at the funeral. Jungkook believes it. He wakes every night with phantom pain where life once existed inside him, palms pressed to a flat stomach that feels like a grave. No one asks about the blood he lost. No one asks why he shakes when footsteps approach. Everyone already knows the story they prefer. Taehyung never asks. Hatred becomes routine. Silence becomes punishment. Jungkook learns how to disappear inside rooms that still smell like Taehyung's parents-people who once called him son. When the truth finally surfaces, it does not arrive gently. It arrives with gunfire, betrayal, and a name Taehyung trusted too much. Regret does not undo the damage. Love does not erase trauma. Recovery is slow, ugly, and uncertain. But it is possible

𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 - ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴍ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀɢɢʀᴇssɪᴠᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ , ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀɪᴄʜ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ᴏʀ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴄʟᴀss ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ sᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴠᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ sᴜɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ 𝐀 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 "𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶" "𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦? " "𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦" "𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶" "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦" "𝘞𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳" "𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦" "𝘐'𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳" "𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧" "𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰" Ⓣⓞⓟ : 𝙏𝙖𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜, 𝙔𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞 Ⓑⓞⓣⓣⓞⓜ : 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠, 𝙅𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣 ＷＡＲＮＩＮＧＳ ∆ вσуχвσу ∆ нαтє тσ ℓσνє ∆ αηgѕт ωιтн нαρρу єη∂ιηg ∆ вσу ƒємαℓє вσ∂у ∆ яι¢н χ ρσσя ∆ ѕσƒт ωιтн яσυgнηєѕѕ ∆ ƒℓυƒƒу ∆ ¢σмє∂у ENJOY