"Take care of your body, I will check every night, if I find out that you are unfaithful or unclean...." Like a wild beast pounced on you as his prey.! Cold hearted sweethearts.♡

Walking away felt like its own kind of pain, and hope had long since lost its meaning. In the chill of the evening, every step weighed on me-bones aching, skin stinging, as if each movement tore something loose inside. My tears burned against the cold wind, searing rather than soothing. "Please," I whispered, the word slipping out like a fragile, fading prayer. "Do you want me to touch you like this, Daisy?" Each step drags, my feet heavy against the ground, every footprint feeling like I'm leaving a piece of myself behind-like my soul is slipping away with each one. My senses dull, my energy drains, until all that's left is a hollow, aching emptiness. But hasn't it been this way for the past three years without him? "Have anyone made you feel like this? Wet like this?" I don't know if I'll survive this time-but I'm still asking for one more chance. "Just one... and I'll make everything right." But why do I have to beg for it? Why am I the only one fighting? Why is it always on me to fix what's broken? "Do me Jungkook, p-please." Love-so simple, yet impossibly complicated. No matter what he's done, no matter the hurt or the distance, I'm still in love with him. And I want to fight for us one last time. I need to see how it ends, even if it breaks me. Just one final try. "With all the pleasure. I will fuck you, only fuck you with everything I have Daisy." There's no point in hoping, is there? He isn't here. He isn't coming. So, there's no chance at a happy ending for me now... is there? The sun sinks lower, shadows stretching as night draws near. With a heavy heart, I force my feet forward, each step pulling me farther from the possibility of him-of us. I knew this from the start. I should have known better, should never have let myself fall for someone like Jungkook, someone who doesn't believe in love. NOTE: This book was completed in 2023 and is being rewritten this year. All Rights Reserved ©2026 ©narahkris #wattys2019

Husband - "You are a woman and you are made to pleasure me"

Celebrities shouldn't hook up with strippers. And they sure as hell shouldn't fall in love with them either. Too bad Jeon Jeongguk from BTS did both. This is an original story created by ME and is not a real depiction of who the named characters in this story are in any way. I do not condone the use of AI for artistic expression and therefore DO NOT use any form of AI in my writing. I am a writer of 15 years and built my skills on my own. Everything in this story is written by me and my big, sexy brain. Thank ya! DO NOT REPOST OR TRANSLATE ANY COMPONENTS OF THIS STORY WITHOUT MY PERMISSION.

First Interaction Excusing yourself from the lively crowd, you made your way to the terrace for some fresh air, only to be greeted by cigarette smoke, its pungency irritating your senses. Turning, you spotted a man-his gelled hair neatly in place, his crisp white shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal an array of tattoos. He leaned against the railing, taking a slow drag from his cigarette, his eyes shifting to yours, curiosity evident. You moved closer, taking the cigarette from his fingers, inhaling deeply. He watched, a smile forming-there you were, the bride of the night, stealing a puff from your brother-in-law's cigarette. Intrigued, he couldn't help but wonder: who were you really? Dear Diary - Four Months Later Jungkook ran his fingers across a freshly glued photograph, a smirk tugging at his lips as he penned down the date beneath it. His eyes swept over the room adorned with your pictures-each with a unique label, each a moment only he cherished. Following you wasn't new. It had become an everyday ritual. His obsession had grown-relentless, beyond reason, and perhaps, beyond sanity. He no longer questioned it; he reveled in it, spellbound by every detail of you. Profession Jungkook had worked as a roboticist for three years, excelling in his field. Unlike his father, whose vast business empire held no appeal, Jungkook found his passion in breathing life into machines. He spent countless hours perfecting his craft, driven to become a leading name in robotics. His mantra: Be passionate. Dear Diary, I'm obsessed :)

"Did you forget our agreement, babygirl?" "You need to comply if you don't want me to punish you." . . . . . . . ~ᴅɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ~ •ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ •sᴇɴsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄs ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ •ʙᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ʀᴀɴᴋs #𝟸 - ʜᴏᴛ #𝟷 - ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟʏ #𝟷𝟸 - ᴊᴇᴏɴ #𝟷𝟽𝟽 ᴊᴇᴏɴᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ #𝟷1 - ʙᴛsᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ #𝟷 - ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋғᴀɴғɪᴄ #𝟺𝟸𝟽 ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ #𝟸 - ᴋᴘᴏᴘғᴀɴғɪᴄ #58 - ғғ #3 - ʙᴀʙʏɢɪʀʟ #287 - ᴋᴘᴏᴘ #1- ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋsᴍᴜᴛ #20 - ʙᴛssᴍᴜᴛ ©bangtbae2021

"You do something to me I can't explain." ©𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝟏𝟕 No translations allowed. |*Contains mature and triggering content*| 18+

"I will not let you go and I will not show mercy to you because you have always been my woman, you have no rights to stop me." He was hunted by a painful desire for you, like the thirst of a voyageur in the desert. You know, this man is mentally ill for you.! ♡His Wild Love♡ _____ Book 2 : When the ending of last story was still beginning, will there be still intense tragedy between him & you!

"Your scent so addicting......same goes to your body" ******************** Pregnancy craving can turns something unattractive into the most desirable things. ******************** Y/N being forced to marry and being a surrogate mother for Jeon Jungkook, the man who doesn't believe in love and soulmate's idea. After gets pregnant for second times, Jungkook's turn to get pregnancy craving. He constantly crave for Y/N scent and body. Everyday Jungkook has to find a way to 'make love' without hurting his little one and induces Y/N morning sickness. Did this relationship end happily if it's based on lust?

yn is a university student working part-time at a prominent hotel as a receptionist where she's paid well to have a healthy livelihood in Seoul. Everything was going well with her after she moved to Seoul from Daegu six months ago until she began receiving expensive presents from an anonymous person at her doorstep. In the beginning, she used to get flowers with sweet notes which often made her heart flutter. The anonymous seemed to know about her likings more than she does. but all these started to get scarier when yn started getting blank calls which always end with a melodious catchy chuckle after she stopped taking the presents and left them laying at her doorstep.