𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐘𝐧~"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐞, 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟#𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲!" 𝐉𝐤~"𝐍𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟#𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.....𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭" "𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟#𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫-𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐟#𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥,𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞." -------- 𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐺𝐺𝐸𝑅 𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺: 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙡, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨.

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!"

What happens when fate brings you together with your true love? And what if it happens too late? Y/n and Jungkook share a deep, forbidden love, but their world is full of obstacles. Can they control their feelings and stay apart, or will they follow their hearts? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mature content warning (language, smut, age gap, etc) If you are underage or not comfortable with it, search for an other ff. Reminder: this is a fanfiction and has nothing in common with the idols in real life. And yes, this is my first book, I hope you will enjoy it:)

"Y/N, a 20-year-old with a fragile heart, never imagined her life would take such a dark turn. Forced into a marriage with Jeon Jungkook, the most feared mafia boss in the underworld, her life spirals into a nightmare. Jungkook treats her like a mere plaything, pushing her to the brink of death with his cruel games. As her spirit breaks and her life hangs by a thread, the question remains-will Jungkook realize the gravity of his actions and attempt to save the woman he's nearly destroyed, or will he let her slip away forever? In this twisted tale of power, pain, and unexpected redemption, every moment could be Y/N's last."

DEADLY DEVOTION She was an unloved girl, desperate for warmth. He was a man raised to be cold, never taught how to love. Their worlds should have never collided - yet she became the weakness he swore he'd never have. "To him I was forbidden fruit... so he bit deeper." "My sister was his wife, but I was his addiction." Kim Eunhee-a neglected high school girl desperate for affection in all the wrong places. Her childhood was a cage of cruelty, her teenage years a battlefield she barely escaped. Yet, in her search for warmth, she kept falling into hands that only sought to break her. Until one day, she stumbled into arms she thought she'd never belong in. Arms that felt like both danger and safety. Jeon Jungkook-a man built for power, not love. Raised in shadows, molded into a weapon, his world was nothing but cold calculations and ruthless choices. He allowed no one to touch his heart, no one to see past the monster he was forced to become. But then came a girl he should have ignored. A girl who threatened to shatter his icy walls with nothing more than her presence. By fate, he married her sister based on a contract, but ended up carving his desires on her. The beginning was perfect, he was the charming prince to her, perfect, caring, always smiling, protective. But soon everything changed, one twist in their story and he became the villain she never wanted him to become.

In the dark underworld ruled by the feared mafia gang BTS, Jeon Jungkook stands as an unforgiving and merciless king. Feared by many, he rules with an iron fist, showing no weakness-except for the hatred buried deep within him. A hatred directed at his own sister. Jeon Yeona, once a bright and bubbly 14-year-old, lost everything the day their parents died in a tragic accident. She survived, but at the cost of her brother's love. Blamed for their deaths, she was cast into the shadows, ignored, and treated as nothing more than a painful reminder of what was lost. The trauma stole her voice, leaving her mute, while Jungkook's anger only grew colder. For a year, Yeona has lived in silence, yearning for the warmth of the brother who once protected her. But to Jungkook, she is nothing but a ghost of the past-a light that failed to shine. Started: April 9, 2025 Ended: June 12, 2025

"𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮." 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝. Jeon Jungkook. The new head of the Korean mafia with schizophrenia. They say his mind is broken. The voices in his head never stop screaming. His triggers are many. Enemies who breathe too loudly. Withdrawal that makes his hands shake. Women who exist too close. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞. He watches me like I am a sin he is dying to commit. Like killing me would be mercy, and keeping me alive would be temptation. But now I don't know which truth terrifies me more. That he wants to keep me or that he is fighting the voices telling him to kill me. Because the longer I stay alive the more I realize He isn't the only monster in this marriage.

"Easy there, darling, don't strain that pretty little head," a voice, smooth as silk, sliced through my panicked thoughts. I whirled around, and there he was. Instinctively, I scrambled back, each step he took forward sending terror through me. His eyes, held a knowing glint, and the smirk playing on his lips was a cruel, infuriating taunt. "What are you doing here?" The question was weak, a pathetic attempt at defiance when my mind was screaming a thousand others. "Just checking on you, baby," he purred, his voice dripping with false concern. "You did black out last night, after I had you for dessert." Had me for dessert? "What?!" I shrieked, stumbling back. He hummed, a low, predatory sound. "Don't remember? Shame. We could always recreate the experience." Each word was a calculated blow to my sanity. . . . . . . Eunha was an aspiring doctor, living a quiet, structured life with nothing but routines, one loyal friend, and her grandmother, the only family she had left. Romance was a distant notion, limited to a harmless schoolgirl crush on her senior... a crush she abandoned the moment she sensed the danger behind his charm. What she didn't know was that she had caught his attention too. And unlike her, he never let go. From the shadows of her life, he watched. Waiting. Carefully weaving a web around her, thread by thread, until escape would no longer be an option. . . . . A woman who had bled every last drop of life from her soul, and a man who couldn't get enough of the wreck she'd become. What could possibly get worse? Everything. Every single thing. Jungkook x Eunha (or reader)

🩸 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?"

"She loved him in silence. He used her in pain. And somewhere between the nights and bruises, they both forgot what love was supposed to feel like." Y/N was never the girl anyone noticed in school-quiet, average, invisible. Jeon Jungkook was everything she wasn't-smart, popular, magnetic. For six years, they sat in the same classroom... and never spoke once. She loved him from afar. Secretly. Deeply. Desperately. But life moved on. Until seven years later, at 2:13 AM, her phone lit up with a message. "Hey. Long time. Do you remember me? Now Jungkook is no longer the golden boy she once adored. He's broken. Cold. Distant. Haunted by trauma and drowning in escapism. She's a psychology student, learning how minds work-yet failing to fix her own. He needs comfort. She needs love. They find both in each other's arms-over and over again. But to him, she's an escape. To her, he's everything. He pushes her away. Begging her not to love him. Yet every night, he clings to her, whispering: "Don't ever leave me... you will never leave me, right? I'm sorry." And every time, she stays. Even when it breaks her. . . . Warning ⚠️ Mention of Sucide & depression. . . And some chapters might get on your nerves because the girl has no self-respect....but it will get better.