❝Every time you lie to me, I want you more.❞ ━━━━━━━༻𝓟･𝓑࿔━━━━━━━ 𝗚𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗨 ⚔ He's never lost a job in his life, until she walked out from under his nose with what belonged to him. Now he wants her on her knees more than he wants the payout and he's got no intention of choosing between the two. ˣ ˣ ˣ ⚠️ +𝟷𝟾 | 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝚄𝙳𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 ⚠️

After a heartbreaking divorce, Chloe Miller is determined to rebuild her life for her two daughters. When she lands a job as CEO Jeon Jungkook's new secretary, she never expects her boss to become the one person who makes her believe in love again. But with jealous exes, painful memories, and countless obstacles standing in their way, their second chance at happiness will be anything but easy.

"You'll kill everyone here? Even me?" The corners of Jimin's lips tilt upwards into an intrigued smile as he traces the apex of a knife down her throat. He placed enough pressure for the drag to sting but not enough for blood to be drawn. "You're a pretty good liar for a quiet saint." He gripped the handle more firmly and prodded the blade under her chin. "I thought you couldn't hear me, hm?" Ignoring his taunt, she slid her black pumps forward to nudge against the leg of his chair. "You wouldn't kill me." "I could kill you right now." Deliberately, she ran her heel up and down his ankle, her gaze trailing down to his alluring lips. "With the way you've been eye-fucking me from across the church, I'm assuming that you'd rather put something else to use instead of this knife." ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ In which Shihane finds herself close to rotting away in a cult with freedom further out of her reach when she is forced to marry the pastor's son. That is until Jimin, a feared serial killer with no limits, arrives at the church's doorstep. (cult au & serial killer x serial killer! ✧)

(𝙰 𝙿𝚂𝚈𝙲𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙾𝙶𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚁 𝙼𝙰𝙵𝙸𝙰 𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴) ═══ 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 21+ ═══ "One more question, Angel. What are the chances of your wedding getting cancelled if I bent you over this table right now and fvck you until you couldn't remember his name?" The words were so obscene, so shocking, that for a moment, her brain simply couldn't process them. ────⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆──── He leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing her ear, his voice dropping to a whisper that was somehow more terrifying than if he'd been shouting. "Imagine how he'll react when I take fvck you senselessly. When I bend you over and make you scream my name instead of his. When I ruin you so thoroughly that you forget what it felt like to be touched by anyone else. When I make you mine in every way possible until you can't remember ever belonging to him." ────⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆──── "J-Jungkook," she moaned. "Shh. Little Angel, don't. Not just yet. Not until I claim you all mine. But before that, let me give you a little punishment for disobeying me," he said, and she was about to protest. ────⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆──── It is a captivating story of unexpected dark romance and the powerful bonds that can grow from the most unlikely beginnings. BE AWARE: Trigger warnings: MATURE CONTENT 18+ (SMUT) SWEARING VIOLENCE/GUN VIOLENCE SELF HARM/SUICIDE (REFERENCES) EXPLICIT LANGUAGE REFERENCES TO RAPE SMOKING/ALCOHOL/DRUGS BLOOD/DEATH/GORE ────⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆──── #1🏅 Jeon #1 🏅Jungkook #1 🏅fanficromance #3 🏅red ────⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆──── Started on 13th Feb, 2026 Finished on ?? ────⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆──── ⚠️ DO NOT PLAGIARISE, RENOVATE OR ADAPT MY BOOKS!! I WILL FIND OUT AND YOU WILL BE REPOR

🎀College Au🎀 🎀Frenimies Au🎀 It started with a pencil. And an insult. Maybe a desk shoved two inches too far. Now we're in college, still breathing the same air, still ruining each other's lives. Jeon Jungkook? Yeah-him. The human embodiment of my last nerve. Loud, cocky, annoyingly attractive. We've been academic rivals since high school, and somehow, the universe thought it was hilarious to keep us in the same class. Again. And again. I thought I'd moved on from our petty wars. But no. Now it's shared lectures, accidental group projects, cursed seating arrangements... and a whole lot of unresolved tension that tastes suspiciously like something more. This isn't a love story. At least, not the healthy kind. "You're breathing like that on purpose." "It's called being alive, sweetheart." "Die quieter, then." "If I get paired with you again, I'm legally dropping out." "Please. You can't even drop a pen without causing drama." "Do you hate me or want to kiss me?" "...Yes." ✨A/N✨- "Mutually Unstable" isn't just a college AU - it's about growing up in the messiest, loudest, most beautiful way possible. It's about a bunch of chaotic twenty-somethings trying to figure out who they are, while pretending they already have it all together. Every character here carries a little insecurity - whether it's fear of being left behind, not being good enough, or just struggling to belong. But somehow, between the arguments, late-night talks, and inside jokes, they start to heal together. Because friendship - even when it's loud, sarcastic, and borderline unhinged - can still be one of the most comforting things in the world. And yes, it's a slow burn. Not just the romance, but the growth, the realizations, and the way people learn to love - both themselves and others. So if things feel slow, it's because we're watching everyone fall apart and piece themselves back together, one chaotic moment at a time. Enjoy!!!

Working for Jungkook was never meant to be easy... but I didn't expect it to be this dangerous. To the world, I'm just his secretary - quiet, efficient, invisible. But behind closed doors, I'm something else entirely. His weapon. His shadow. The one he trusts just enough... and doubts even more. He's cold, ruthless, and completely untouchable. A man who doesn't believe in love, only power and control. And yet, the more time I spend by his side, the more I realize one thing: The most dangerous thing about Jungkook isn't the enemies he destroys... ...it's the way he's slowly destroying me. Because in his world, you don't fall in love. You either survive... or you become his next victim.

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.

𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐗 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 YN~"Don't you dare pretend I meant nothing.....we meant nothing, You don't forget someone like that-someone you-" Jk~" Someone I what, Shin? Someone I used to lose control with?" He closes the distance, backing her up against the desk until the edge digs into her hips. YN~"You're crossing the line!" Jk~"No, I'm reminding you where the line used to be. You remember that, don't you? When you used to writh under me ,just by the fan of my breath against your neck?" "You want to know what changed? Nothing. You still react the same way-still can't hide what I do to you." "Don't tempt me, Shin. You wouldn't survive it if I stopped pretending to be your commanding officer for even a second!" ____________ "In war, love isn't a sanctuary-it's a liability." When a brutal strike wipes out the frontline base's entire medical team, Doctor Shin YN is thrust straight into the meat grinder. She trained for every horror an active combat zone could throw at her: mortar shells, triage in the dark, and blood on her hands.​She was ready for the carnage. She was ready to bleed.​She wasn't ready for the commanding officer. ​Stepping into the command tent to give her introduction, YN comes face-to-face with the ultimate ghost from her past: Major Jeon Jungkook. ​The boy whose heart she shattered six years ago is gone. In his place stands a hardened soldier-cold, lethal, and carrying the bitter scars of her abrupt departure. Now, YN is trapped under his command on a base where enemy fire isn't the only threat. ​With a mole lurking inside their ranks and an ambush closing in, the line between professional duty and intoxicating temptation begins to blur. Forced together under constant threat, every lingering touch in the dark ignites a dangerous fire neither can control. ​YN came to save lives. But in Major Jeon's warzone, the hardest thing to survive might be the secret of why she left him...

🩸 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?"

"Honey... now what did I say about disobeying me?" His voice was quiet, low and cold, slicing through the silence like a blade. She flinched before he even moved. Chains rattled above her as she struggled to back away. Her eyes, swollen and red, met his-not with defiance, but pure terror. He walked toward her slowly, savoring her panic. She looked so fragile. Breakable. Just the way he liked her. "P-Please..." she whispered. "I didn't mean to-" He silenced her with a finger to her lips. "Shh." Tilting her chin up, he forced her to meet his eyes. His touch was almost tender, but she knew better. Behind it hid a monster who toyed with his prey before breaking them. "You don't speak unless I allow it," he murmured. "And you don't beg-unless it's for me." A tear slid down her cheek. He wiped it away slowly, then smiled-darkly. "I could be kind," he said. "I could give you everything. But you'd rather test me. Run. Cry. Scream. Thinking someone will save you." He laughed softly. "No one's coming. You're mine now. Mine to hurt, own... destroy." She trembled, shrinking into the corner. And he adored it. Her fear. Her weakness. "You'll learn to love the pain, sweetheart," he whispered. "Because I'll teach you. Again and again... until all you know is my name on your lips, begging for mercy I'll never give." He stepped back, watching her sob-beautiful even in ruin. Untouched. Pure. A canvas he'd stain with obsession and darkness. And no matter how loud she screamed... No one would hear her. --- ⚠️ This story contains dark themes, emotional manipulation, and disturbing content. Read at your own risk.