❝He's a vile man, Y/N. Manipulation runs in his veins. There's blood on his hands. He can kill kittens, for fuck's sake. Are you still ready to marry him?❞ Be careful. You're making a deal with the devil. ••• > jeon jungkook is not the normal mafia you read in fanfics. he doesn't melt or get soft. not for the faint of heart. > warning: blood, gore, manipulation, dark, mafia, smut, extreme violence, substance abuse, paraphilias, wild kinks, angst, female oc is equally insane and savage, etc.

A silhouette. There. At the edge of her bed, no more than three feet away, seated on the only chair in the room. She blinked again. No. But there he was. Kim Taehyung. In her room. At 3:30 in the morning. Sitting too still, too comfortably-as if this were his space. The shadows danced around him, painting sharp lines along the ridges of his cheekbones, and his legs were crossed leisurely like he had been here for a while. And in his lap- Her dress. The dress. The one she bought after her first paycheck. A muted blush satin, simple, elegant... but expensive enough that she had hesitated for ten minutes before buying it. His long fingers were brushing the hem of it now, slow and possessive, like he was cataloguing its texture just to make her feel something. Y/N's mouth parted, but no sound came. She sat up slowly, blanket clutched to her chest. Her skin flushed with cold and confusion. "How-how did you come in?" He looked at her then. Eyes narrowing ever so slightly, as if she had asked the wrong question. "Your lock," he said, matter-of-fact. "Is a joke." She stared. His tone didn't change, but his gaze darkened, sharpening like a hunter with too much time. "You're practically inviting predators." He rose slowly-uncrossing those long legs, setting the dress down on the bed beside her, silk whispering across her sheets. Then, with the careful pace of a man completely sure of his control, he walked toward her. She didn't move. Couldn't. Taehyung crouched next to the bed. The distance between them collapsed in an instant. His nose brushed her cheek. His breath fanned across her neck. Then- "To rape you," Updates: 12AM ⚠️ Soft hearted, emotionally weak, cry easily, easily overwhelmed by emotions, believes in good in people, loves too deeply, too quickly, feels guilt like storm, breaks at smallest emotional roller coaster, f*cking stay away from this specific book! [Please read the HEAVY WARNING before continuing, you need your mental health, trust me!]

He was a patient man. He wouldn't mind to wait for the right time to reap what he thought he deserved. He had lived in the dark for far too long, that happiness was such a foreign notion for him. Until she crossed his path and awakened something deep inside him. Until he realized there was indeed glowing light on the other side of his world, just a flicker at the end of the journey he had to conquer. Until the sunshine he had waited became her. ******** Kim Taehyung a.k.a Giovanni Romano, raised with a dark past, came from a family who were far from ideally functional. Thrown to the underground world, he had no choice but to accept his responsibility to continue his father's legacy. The world that turned him into a man who knew nothing about love, until he met a dancer in a theater under his company. An infatuation that turned into a sinister obsession, he was willing to do anything to take the girl as his bride, even if he had to kill for it. Mariella Ricci, a young orphaned dancer strove to reach the title of prima ballerina, signed a deal with Kim Taehyung, the man who offered his resources to help her career, dancing her way to reach stardom. It was too late when she finally realized, there was always a price to everything. That you have to pay the piper if you want to dance. ******** A dark romance of yandere Taehyung in mafia and ballerina alternate universe. Wordcount : 70.000. Story told from second and third person point of view. ********

ᴴᴱ ᴵˢ ˢᴵᴺ- ᴮᵁᵀ ˢᴴᴱ ᴵˢ ᵀᴴᴱ ˢᴵᴺᴺᴱᴿ. 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ, ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ. ᴅᴀʀᴋ, ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ - ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜɪꜱ. ᴏɴʟʏ ʜɪꜱ. 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐃 ᴀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏ ʟᴏᴜᴅ, ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ - ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ʜɪᴍ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴇʟʟ. 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹 - 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲. 𝒜 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒷𝒾𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽."

"That dress-" he says, eyes raking down your body. "-is 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 fucking distracting." ~~~~~ romcom + action a jeon jungkook fanfiction for his hoes [highest ranking: #1 in jungkook] [highest ranking: #1 in red} [highest ranking: #1 in romcom} started: april 2020 finished: march 2024 © bubbletaeu 2020

after a prank gone wrong in her old school, rich mean girl, min lea, dance captain of contemporary dance team 'elite movement', is forced to transfer to a school in the urban area of town, where she encounters a new street dance crew 'all stars' and bumps heads with dance captain jeon jungkook. 𝒀𝟐𝑲 • 𝑬𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎𝒔 • 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 [all rights reserved. please do not plagarize, i will block you]