"One more question, Angel. What are the chances of your wedding getting cancelled if I bent you over this table right now and fucked 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. --------------------------------- 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 fuck 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." ---------------------------------- "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. --------------------------------- 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 --------------------------------- #1🏅 Jeon #1 🏅Jungkook #3 🏅red ---------------------------------

🎀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!"

🩸 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.

✦ 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𓍯 ❝ 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨... 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨?❞ "Another mistake... and you're out of this company." - 𝗞𝗶𝗺 𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴 "Control is not everything, ceonim..." - 𝗞𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗡𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗲 ♛ 𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗧𝗔𝗘𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡𝗚 └──❥ I believe in control-because people break, trust fails, and emotions are liabilities. That's how the world works. But she doesn't follow any of it. She stays, believes, and looks at everything like it still matters... like trust isn't a mistake. She doesn't argue with me. She simply exists against everything I stand for. ♕ 𝗞𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗘 └──❥ I believe in love-something steady, something real. But Kim Taehyung believes in control. Where he sees risk, I see meaning. Where he builds walls, I step closer. And somewhere between his rules and my beliefs... this turns into a quiet war neither of us is ready for.But enough to shake everything he thought was unbreakable. ✧ 𝗚𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗽𝘆 × 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭. #1 on ideology #1 on clash

To the blind , sight is a sin; light is lost at cost of keeping the trauma called love alive , And as the sun sets on the mind that drowns in a universe that god never dwelled in , famous fever of the heart to force it to wander in the thicket of this darkness brush that trying filled love when it's was built with hate....... JUNGKOOK POV :- I HATE ALL WOMEN THEY'LL ARE SAME LOVE MONEY , DON'T CARE ABOUT OTHER EVEN THEIR BLOOD TOO , AND YOU'RE ALSO SAME Y/N , IF YOU THINK YOU MARRIED ME AND LIVE HAPPY LUXURIOUS LIFE THEN YOU'RE WRONG I WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE WORST THEN HELL , EVERY SECOND YOU WILL REGRET WHY YOU MARRIED ME YOU'RE ONLY MY CHILD'S SERVENT... After 5 years JUNGKOOK POV :- I'M SORRY Y/N I'M SORRY PLS FORGIVE ME LOVE PLS FORGIVE ME, I KNOW I DID VERY WRONG WITH JUST FORGIVE AND COME BACK TO ME LOVE I'M SORRY FOR NOT TRUSTING YOU I LOVE YOU JEON Y/N PLS COME BACK TO ME LOVE, I WILL FIND YOU IN EVERY CORNER OF EARTH EVEN IF I HAVE TO FOUGHT WITH ANY ONE FOR IT ..... HIM FIND HER EVERYWHERE WHILE WEARING HER FAVOURITE BRACELET IN HIS WRIST

"The Mob King and His Enemy's Daughter" Natalia Gambino was raised to obey. Her father's world had one rule-bend or break. She learned to bend--perfectly and quietly. Until bending became the only thing she knew how to do. When Vito promises her to his underboss, Natalia accepts it the way she accepts everything--in silence. She doesn't know someone is coming... Alessandro Rubino has spent eighteen years building toward one moment. He doesn't want the throne. He wants to ruin the man sitting on it. Taking the man's daughter was never the plan. Keeping her was never supposed to happen either. She thinks she's escaping one cage... just to be locked into another? ---- "Look at you..." he murmured, his breath warm against my neck. My body betrayed me, trembling as his hand traced lower, slow and deliberate. "...never forget who you belong to, Natalia." I swallowed, my voice barely a whisper. "I won't." His grip tightened, his voice dropping into something darker. "Then prove it. Bend over for me." ---- - book 2 of "The Prodigy" series (can be read as a standalone)