𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ❝𝖨𝖭 𝖠 𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖫𝖣 𝖡𝖴𝖨𝖫𝖳 𝖮𝖭 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖱, 𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 𝖨𝖲 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖬𝖮𝖲𝖳 𝖣𝖠𝖭𝖦𝖤𝖱𝖮𝖴𝖲 𝖱𝖤𝖡𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖨𝖮𝖭.❞ -𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮- 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘳, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ©𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧_𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐟𝟗𝟕

"Keep walking away from me," he challenges, voice a low rumble. "And I'll have you bent over right here." ~~~~~ Jeon Jungkook 𝟏𝟖𝟎𝟎'𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐀𝐔. Royal. Witty. Dark Romance. Enemies to enemies to enemies, then finally, after a few light years--to lovers. started: december 2024 finished: july 2025 © bubbletaeu 2025

Elara never belonged in Jeon Mansions. At 23, she was soft and unseen-until Jeon Jungkook noticed her. The cold-blooded king of the mafia empire, he was incapable of love, but her innocence ignited a hunger he couldn't control. Without warning or permission, he claimed her, pulling her into a world of obsession and danger she could neither escape nor understand. She drew in a shaky breath, her back pressed to the cold wall as if it could save her. "Please... don't do this." His shadow fell over her, stealing what little light remained. His voice was a low, dark promise. "It's too late, little dove. You were mine the moment I saw you." Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but defiance still burned in them. "You can't own me." He leaned in, close enough that she could feel the heat of him, the danger. "Watch me." Her fingers trembled as she tried to push him away, her voice raw. "What do you want from me?" His smile was slow, predatory, as if he were savoring the taste of her fear. "Everything." For a moment, silence stretched between them-heavy, suffocating. Then she spoke, her words a broken vow. "One day... I'll leave." He tilted his head, studying her as though she were something fragile he meant to break. "And I'll find you," he murmured, the words sealing her fate.

🩸 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?"

They said the devil doesn't walk among humans. They lied. Jeon Jungkook is not just a name... it's a warning. They call him insane, but even insanity would tremble in his shadow. He's a storm in human form, ruthless, sadistic, utterly untouchable. He doesn't play games...he writes his own rules, and the price of crossing him is more than blood...it's your soul. Alena never asked to be here. She was dragged into his world, where monsters wear human faces and loyalty is bought with blood. Her life was stolen the moment he laid eyes on her. 'Do you know what happens to those who defy me, Alena?' he whispered, his voice chillingly soft. She trembled, but didn't waver. 'They die.' His sadistic smile was a blade against her sanity. 'No, They beg to die.' Every corner of his world is drenched in blood, the deeper she goes, the more she realizes the true horror isn't just him...it's the secret he guards. Secrets that could shatter everything. He's willing to kill, destroy, and manipulate to get what he wants. This isn't a love story. It's a battle for survival. Because in his hands, even the strongest wills shatter. And in her heart, one question haunts her... Can she escape the devil, or is she destined to burn with him? Surviving in Jeon's estate isn't just about staying alive.... It's about not losing your mind. Welcome to this game of bloodbath And pray you make it out alive... JJKXALENA ✨📚Credits Storyline to dialogues, everything in this book is entirely my own creation. Please do not repost, copy or claim any part of this work as yours. 📕 Book cover: Me, Myself and I (DO NOT COPY) (Everything in this book is imaginary, only the BTS members are real and used as a muse for this book, they're the exact opposite of how they're portrayed)

They say I have a perfect boyfriend. He is handsome, he is tall and he is kind to everyone. He has a good job, promising me a good future with him. My perfect boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, he's just so perfect. I thought I know him so much but he's not like what he said at all. He's nothing what he had told me at all. His background, his job, his everything are nothing like he told me at all. Who is him? ⚠️ WARNING⚠️ The scenes involve violence, murder, stalking, rape, kidnap etc. 21+ Read at your own risk