"You're really sick you know. I can't imagine someone being as mean and selfish as you, 𝘒𝘪𝘮 𝘐𝘷𝘺." He says, as he finally let go of her. "Only if you had known my viewpoint, 𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬. Only if you knew." She barely whispers out as she struggles to hold in her tears that threaten to fall. ◔◕◖◗◕◔ Words aren't enough to delineate the hate she receives, yet this self made billionaire walks with her chin up and shoulders braced facing them all with her charms and sass. Until she meets him, whose words strike a chord in her dead heart as it stammers out its first beat in many years, just for him. Intertwine their fates, and spice up their hearts and souls. Changing what the world knows and revealing what they must have known. Viewpoints told, viewpoints untold, viewpoints misunderstood, viewpoints ignored. What does the future hold for them on mixing their past and present? ❝Fuck the stars. Let's write our own fate.❞ -𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓭- Highest Ranking: #5 in angst #24 in fanfiction #33 in bts #78 in army #89 in btsfanfic © kaakoi™ 2020 ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪsᴍ ɪs ᴀ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ.

"Hate me, hurt me, betray me. The more pain you make me feel, the more tempting you become." Taehyung Dark Royal a.u. MATURE & explicit sexual content 18+ Cover by me: @CallMeByYourName97

❝You mean, both of us can get benefit out of this thing?❞ "That's literally the reason people call it FWB," he sighs, tired with your innocent ramblings. "FWB?" You question, confused. Shrouding your smirk behind the tilt of your head, you continue acting oblivious. "Friends-with-benefits, you know that, don't you?" The lines on his forehead show how bothered he was by this. Everyone your age ought to know friends-with-benefits, right? "That's really a lot considering you don't even treat me as a proper friend. Can't it be called something more simple? I don't want to feel like I'm taking benefit of somebody. We can call it sex exchange? Or sexchange?" You smile proudly, coming up with it on the spot. He remains numb, staring dead ahead like always. The familiar expression of his coldness replaces his handsome features once again. So cold, a learned shudder passes down your spine. He's a snowman, he's an iceberg, always so fucking cold. Your insides prick when the expression replaces the rare mood of him wanting to talk. Talking with him is no different than talking to an inanimate object. "Fine, sexchange." "So, you agree? You'll dat- fake date me?" "I'll fuck you. That's it." *** ➼ mature content. ➼ smuts, angst, fluff, love, softness, jealousy and a cold jungkook who can fuck you harder than he hurts you.