ᓭི༏ᓯྀ ˖ he met the blueprint of destruction, dressed in silence and sin . not all pretty things stay gentle. geum jeongje x oc ╱ discontinued . © gwrmie , 2025

"You're a psychopath." "Awh, sweetheart, you really mean that?" • • • [ENEMIES TO LOVERS] In a cyberpunk world, low-life smuggler Park Jimin lives in the Undercity, a dangerous underground with over one hundred levels, each with their own traits and dangers. Aboveground is the Royal Court, the governing faction who rarely bothers to stick their head in to check on their dying people. Jimin smuggles all kinds of goods down the levels, but no one ever goes up. Going up is asking for death. Only someone with no sense of self-preservation would ever try to smuggle goods up. Yet Jimin finds himself smuggling goods up. And not just any goods―a member of the Royal Court. Princess Y/n L/n is trapped 42 levels down in the Undercity. Park Jimin is her only hope, but their drastically different personalities clash and lead to fatal mistakes, betrayals around every corner, and a mysterious past Y/n hides from Jimin. The ultimate question is what awaits at the Royal Court, and, most importantly, can Y/n and Jimin make it, or will they die trying? Or, more likely, will they kill each other first? --- If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack and reading a plagiarized copy of my work. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe form, please go to https://www.wattpad.com/user/Ravendipity. Thank you.

"Don't call me Sleeping Beauty." "Then what should I call you, Little Rose?" The world she returns to is no longer the same. Too fragile, too innocent, too breakable. He sees her as the girl she once was, not the woman she's become. She wants him, she craves him, but he's determined to keep her far from the darkness that consumes him. Yet, the more he pushes her away, the more the space between them hums with a hunger neither can escape. How long before resistance turns to ruin? . . . ⤷Yoongi x Suah ⤷Taehyung x Reader (This is a spin-off to The Other Woman) ⤷Grumpy x Sunshine, Forced Proxomity, Unrequited Love, Angst & HEA

In the depths of Seoul's most exclusive underground club, Luna Noire, power and desire intertwine in the hands of one man-Jeon Jungkook. Wealthy, ruthless, and dangerously controlling, he commands the city's elite, ensuring that nothing slips through his grasp. But then Min Y/n appears-a simple pianist with no place in his world of sin. She comes only to play, to lose herself in the haunting melodies of the piano, unaware that her music has captured the attention of the most dangerous man in the city. Jungkook never intended to notice her. But now that he has, he won't stop until she is his. Her body. Her soul. Her surrender. When obsession turns into something darker, Y/n is left with only two choices-give in to the symphony he conducts or risk losing everything she holds dear. Because in Jungkook's world, resistance is never an option. ɢᴇɴʀᴇ : ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ | 18+ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ : ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ Jeon Jungkook x Y/n 𝘿𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝘾𝙊𝙋𝙔/𝙍𝙀𝙋𝙊𝙍𝙏/ 𝙍𝙀𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐧...𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . Is it really such a surprise that the country's richest one percent are the one's whose morals are the most defaced. The government grovels at their feet, unable to disperse the same treatment around the country, and the services of Justice turn a blind eye for a mere price. But the common people should no longer worry, for a new soul had risen. He stands as the symbol of the weak, and he does not hesitate to shoot. In his funfair home, a clandestine front, he travels around the country serving victims platters of revenge. All in his own deviant means. Besides, what fun is a simple jail sentence? ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . TaehyungxOc © 2025 stillwithkook_

"You want me to touch you?" he whispered, his voice was like velvet on my skin, and it created that forbidden throbbing between my sweet thighs. I couldn't speak. I was paralysed by his touch. His eyes met mine, and they were dark as he said to me, "You're aren't even my type." his hand however, slipping deeper beneath my dress. __ It all started with a game of cards. He called it, his 'Heart Of Spades.' A JEON JUNGKOOK FF-

Kya hoga jab Ek ladki ki zindagi ek aise mod par aa jayegi jahan use na chahte hue bhi ek gunde se shaadi karni padegi.. Kya hogi inki kahani janne ke liye padhiye DABANGG DIL!! THIS IS MY ORIGINAL WORK!! #1 in pjm Date : 13/feb/2025 Date : 24/feb/2025 #1 in gunda Date : 12/May/2025

Billie's heart is crushed when she finds out her best friend is dating the guy she's been in love with since the seventh grade. To get rid of those feelings, she sleeps with his best friend Jeon Jungkook who's in fact her enemy. A guy who has always been mean to her since they were children. Overtime the bad boy falls in love with her but so does her crush who's also her study partner. Billie has a decision to make while being stuck in a love triangle. But who will she choose? ~Jungkook fanfic~

[On Hold] The Contract Series - Book #2 "The darkness consumed her, so he became her light." A Park Jimin Fanfiction. Jimin, a rude and serious personality, known to be ruthless with his words to others, unfortunately has a petty incident, making him hate that person. Ruth, a carefree and joyful girl, gets struck with an unknown, secret commitment which makes her life problematic. What will happen, when they cross paths? He is the only person able to help her with this crisis unwillingly, forming a clause to meet both their needs with a promise to keep things professional. But can they refrain from breaking that promise? "Fake girlfriend? What the hell is this supposed to mean?" Jimin raised an eyebrow, not shifting his serious complexion. "Exactly what it says." He pushed the contract near, for her to sign, which she agreed to, for their own fulfilment. What would happen when it was time to terminate the contract? Presenting, Not a cliché Enemies to Lovers trope. Read 'The Secret Clause' to know more about this thrilling duo, in their hatred and togetherness.

❝Stop judging me so hard, Mr. Jeon. People have 𝘴𝘦𝘹. Get over it!❞ "I'm not judging you; I'm judging him," his dark voice went traveling down your sweet panties. "He came in two minutes." "So?" Hot embarrassment. That's what is on your face. "I can fuck way better than that." He casually cleaned his firearm before putting it back in the holster. His formal shirt stretched over his muscular pecs, the on-guard position, and his always attentive eyes. Your bodyguard's sex appeal ran miles, and you had never not noticed. He made you feel hot. One wrong move from anyone towards you, and he looked like he would break and skewer limbs. You felt so...𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙. So cared for. So his. "No one cares about how you fuck," you shoot back. He drops his eyes, a swishing glance at your body. Emotions hardly betrayed his face. He assessed me like he could see my body and feel me. Break down the actions of my young body and read them like an open book. "Your nipples tell a different story, babydoll."