"That's going to conclude our session today" "Please, come back tomorrow, miss y/n. I really enjoy your visit, especially when it's in this room alone" He rasped sexily. He's sadistic. He finds amusement in her suffering. Then she won't suffer. "don't forget that they're cameras here and all your sessions will be recorded by Jungkook, along with the guards out there, they just need me to press this button to make them walk in, "she said, locking her eyes with him as she showed him the red button. She eyes him silently." I don't have a problem with that " he paused before he continued" but I have one when you come to my cell, showing your ass to the other prisoners, Doctor " he spoke. as she looked at him weirdly, until realization hit her. So the villain can be jealous. Interesting. "Jealous much? " "Yes, after all, you're my therapist not theirs right ??" "The thing that I can say is that the Villain here is jealous. Good-bye, Mr.Jeon." She stood up, arranging her papers before she began to walk toward the door. Leaving him hanging on her words. The villain of her story. ❝She chooses to fall in love with the Villain, Orphic!❞ © all rights reserved ━ © halmoniekoya Highest Ranking #1 in fanfiction #10 in Fanfiction #2 in jungkook #3 Jk #10 Jeongguk

She walked in the university's backyard where she called him to meet her she clutched over the paper bag in her hand tightly. He was already there looking at her with cool gaze. "What happened? Why did you call me here?" he asked, his voice as blunt and cold as ever. She swallowed hard, forcing her feet to move closer as she held the bag out to him with both hands. "H-happy g-graduation... s-sunbae," she stammered, avoiding his gaze. His brows twitched, just slightly, and he reached out to take the bag. Pulling out the contents, he revealed a silver-colored watch-minimalistic yet elegant. It wasn't branded, wasn't flashy, but there was something about it-something simple and thoughtful. He stared at it for a moment longer than she expected. "It's... nice," he said flatly. His voice remained emotionless, but his fingers lingered on the watch as if it surprised him. Her shoulders slumped. She looked down, eyes dimming, convinced he didn't like it. Maybe it was too cheap. Maybe she was stupid to even try. But then, his voice dropped again-deeper this time, almost commanding. "Come here. I'll give you a return gift." Her head snapped up, eyes wide. "W-what?" "Come. Here." His eyes didn't waver, and though his tone was still unreadable, something flickered behind it. With hesitant steps, she moved closer, her heart pounding erratically. Before she could say a word, his arm slipped around her waist in one swift motion, firm and unrelenting. A gasp escaped her lips, but it was silenced just as quickly- He pulled her flush against him, and without warning, his lips crashed down on hers. It wasn't sweet. It wasn't gentle. It was possessive. Intense. Like he had been holding back and finally lost control. And in that fleeting, breath-stealing moment, Hwang Jane had no idea- That this kiss wasn't a thank you. It was the beginning of his obsession. and this was the starting of him being obsessed with a little girl who had a huge crush on him

"You are Mine, just mine. I'm ready to kill everyone who comes between us, even if it's my brother,"

Y/n is a soft nature girl who is forced by her step parents to marry a mentally ill mafia king who acts like a child. It's a fanfiction of Jungkook where Y/n fall in love with Jungkook even though he is mentally ill moreover a mafia king and Jungkook gets addicted to her even more by each passing second. Jungkook acts like a child but he is a dangerous mafia king who has a soft side only for his queen that is his wife Jeon Y/n.

Yn~"Turn the lights off," she whispered suddenly, a tremor in her voice. "Please." Jk~"Why?" "I don't want you to see..." Her eyes shut tight. "The scars. The stitches. What he-" "They're ugly," she whispered, turning her face away. "You're not supposed to see them." He caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at him."Ugly?" His voice was a dark rasp. "Scars aren't flaws. They're proof you survived. Proof you're real. And right now, nothing on this earth is more beautiful to me than everything you are ..Don't you dare hide from me.I swear, they're mine to erase now." She shivered, unable to hold his gaze. "Don't-don't say that." He leaned closer to her "Look at me. Every time you think of those scars, you're thinking of him. I'm going to tear that out of you." He pressed his forehead to hers again, voice breaking into a vow "Leave the lights on. I want to see all of you ...especially the parts you think you have to hide. That's the part I will love the most." "Every doubt. Every ugly word. Every lie he carved into you, I will make sure they are gone. When you think of your scars, you'll think of my hands covering them & my mouth worshipping them." (𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 ⚠️ 𝟭𝟴+ 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆....)

Yn: "You think you can scare me into submission? That I'll just... what, give in because you've been lurking in the shadows like some coward? You don't own me. You're just sick. If you think you can waltz into my life and take control, you're dead wrong. I'll fight you." Unknown: "Oh, Baby... that fire in you, it's what makes you even more irresistible. Go ahead, fight me. Resist. It'll make it that much sweeter when you finally break. When you finally realize there's no escape from me." "You'll fight, but in the end, you'll know you were always mine." " You can't run, baby." "I'm everywhere." "And when I'm ready, I'll come to you, and you'll finally understand..." "you're not scared because I'm watching you." "You're scared because deep down... you like it." _________________________________________ (❗Warning 18+ only❗)

Jk~"If love meant waiting an entire lifetime, I'd wait. Even if you never chose me... I'd still choose you. Again and again, across centuries if I had to." YN~"You don't even know who I truly am. I'm not like the women of this time. I argue, I question, I fight." Jk~"Good. Then fight for me too."

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.

When a Rich bad boy Racer Jeon Jungkook-an idol, and someone who doesn't believe in love or God and encounters with a silent Muslim Racer girl on the track, hidden behind a helmet, speaking only through notes when she defeats him in a race his first loss he makes her his enemy he mocks her faith, her modesty, and tries to break her pride but she stays firm, patient, and connected to her deen he thought while he bullies her that will make get on her knees for him as other girls he knows and sees and used to hangout with random girls in his life, She is gentle and calm and still she have faith on Allah. He has said to his crew members that 'I will make her racing life a living hell' and made that mistake beacause of his ego and pride making someone's best opportunity to make him regret while using her as a target she is not bending down to him like another girls and make her little time on racing field as hell, his pride and ego is his first place but she remind firm on her deen and islam teachings and keep tawakkul strong and remind patience with him till the end and this made him more wonder about her and mystery around her and making him even more curious about her. The Journey of him from "I don't believe in any Love and God." To "There is no God But Allah is the only one." Writer of this story is @jeonhabibti97 Book Name: My Lover Of God All rights reserved ©.

"Break my heart and you will find yourself inside, my little one." A bond forged in childhood, a promise sealed with innocence. Jungkook and Y/n, inseparable friends, vow to marry each other if they don't find their love interests. Years later, the day of their union dawns, casting a spell of anticipation. But as the final vows are exchanged, a shocking twist shatters their beautifully created world. "How can it be that my memories are more alive than I am?" . . . . . . . . . . His Little One ©Moon_3004 Cover credits : @MinaKooKoo