Jeon Jungkook has always had a crush on his uncle Jeon Jeongukk. Before Jungkook left Korea to study in America, he spent one night with Jeongukk, and they ended up having sex. What will happen when he returns to Korea and sees Jeongukk again? Will they ever talk about what happened the night before Jungkook left, or will they pretend nothing ever occurred?

The Divine Realm exists alongside the mortal world- but only through the intervention of the gods do the two interact. The gods have shaped civilization, choosing champions to represent them. They are immortal, not eternal. They can fall. They can be murdered. And now, one of them has vanished, setting off a chain reaction that threatens to unravel both worlds. Taehyung wakes up sputtering, with blood pouring from his mouth, as the seemingly harmless incense sticks from his altar set fire to his dormitory room. No one knows how or why- some say the Deity of Rulers and Ruin was killed, others whisper that he chose to disappear. Without this deity, the balance of power collapses. Empires will fall, chaos will spread. A new god must take his place. Becoming a god comes with the pros of immortality and the cons of losing your humanity. Only one other being has ever refused godhood before- and they were erased from history.

.. "In this life... I will never let you win, Taehyung." Jungkook kept his expression calm as he lifted a spoonful of rice to his mouth. "In my past life, you killed me. You stood there with that cold face... while everything I loved was taken away." He swallowed slowly. "But this time... I remember everything." A faint smirk touched his lips. "You were powerful. You were cruel. You were untouchable." His eyes shifted across the table. "But now? I know the future." He leaned back slightly in his chair. "I can read minds." His gaze locked onto Taehyung. "I'll ruin you before you ruin me." Across from him, Taehyung sat elegantly, face blank, eyes calm, posture straight. Jungkook narrowed his eyes. "Let's see what you're thinking..." He focused. Silence.

"Where are you heading at this hour?" His voice was low, deep, dangerous. I didn't need to look back. "None of your concern, Mr. Kim." "What's with that attitude, sweetheart? That how you talk to your husband?" A marriage born from a contract..cold, calculated, cruel. Wonwoo only wanted freedom. Mingyu wanted control. What they didn't expect was how obsession could grow from hate. "I'm not your sweetheart." "Of course you are." He tried to leave. Mingyu wouldn't let him. "Stop saying that before I do crazy things to you." "Yeah? And I'll say I've got hands and legs, so I..." "Then spread them for me." A slap. A silence. A spiral they can't escape. This isn't love. This is war. And someone's going to lose.

"You shouldn't be out walking this late," Jeongguk called out, his tone mockingly casual. "Especially with that face." "People might confuse you with a slut. Then again..." Jeongguk smirked, his eyes gleaming. "Maybe you are one." Taehyung's blood boiled instantly, his vision turning red. Without a second thought, he spat, "Fuck you, Jeon." _____ In the wild streets of Seoul, Jeon Jeongguk is the reckless bastard everyone warns you about-doing illegal races, selling weapons, drugs, and probably his soul too. His motto? "Laws are just really good suggestions." Then there's Kim Taehyung. Rich as hell, but too stubborn to touch a penny of it. Instead, he's out here teaching kids like he's some kind of saint. Spoiler alert: he's not. When these two cross paths, it's instant hate. Taehyung thinks Jeongguk's a walking disaster, and Jeongguk thinks Taehyung's too pretty for his own good. But beneath the swearing and glares? Let's just say, things are about to get complicated in the messiest, most sarcastic way possible. Top Jeongguk Bottom Taehyung © jeonkimchi_ Do not plagiarise/copy the work

I had to bring my most famous book back for you guys. Hope you guys give it the same love as before. - Jungkook saw pure red blood sliding from the lifeless body on his white marble tiles which was still staring at his direction. Jungkook's heart clenched as if someone had stabbed poison needles in it. He gritted his teeth when his eyes landed on the bastard who barged inside his home and terrorized his small happy family that Jungkook made with so much love. He wants nothing but to rip the head off of the bastard name Kim Taehyung who dares to claim that he loves him. But he couldn't move. Because someone so precious to him is in Kim Taehyung's possession right now. - Taekook Top Tae Bottom kook my story is completely a work of fiction. The characters I used only for entertainment purposes. Do not romanticize or disrespect the idol in real life. Do not plagiarism. Thank you

Warning ⚠️ This FF is 🔞 "You are mine, Jimin, just mine... no one can take you from me, not even you," whispers Yoongi. "You are obsessed, Yoongi," Jimin retorts. "If my love is an obsession to you, I don't care," Yoongi declares. In a world where Jimin decides to travel back to 1972 seeking revenge, he encounters Mafia Yoongi, who becomes dangerously obsessed with him. Warning ⚠️ (This book contains following so if you are under 18 kindly leave from here) •Angst •Smut🔞 •Mature language •Violence •Gore •Cannibalism •Yandere behaviour •Psychological themes •Set in early 1970's (1973) •Mafia/gang au •Top YOONGI •Bottom JIMIN Another warning ⚠️ This fanfiction is very dark so I'll suggest you not to read if you are sensitive.. This story is originally written by @vantaeblush in taekook version I'm converting in into yoonmin version.

When Taehyung meets the true color of his brother Jungkook, he thought he loves him as his brother but he didn't notice it was OBSESSION. cover credits: aisyvk_ 🥈2nd runner up - AOIFE AWARD SHOWS

This story is about three Omega brothers trying to build a better life for themselves in a society where Alpha's rule. While trying to fulfill their dreams they ended up facing an unexpected situation. They had to make a decision, the decision is to get married with the Royal Alpha's. Warning : spelling mistakes, grammar mistakes 🚨 Do not copy my work