Vampire King Taehyung - Fledgling Jeongguk - Five years ago Jeongguk woke to a dingy alley, his skin bloodied and bruised and the weight of fangs in his mouth. He had nowhere to go, no home to return to being the monster he now was, and no future in sight. Five years ago Jeongguk was convinced his life was over and he would become a slave to his instincts, a murdering machine with no way to stop. Now, five years later, Jeongguk sits on a throne hand in hand with the most powerful man he has ever met. -- #1 bottomguk #2 bloodthirsty #3 taeguk #22 darkfantasy

💀 He was the monster the world feared. ✍️ He was the writer who turned his story into a billion-dollar lie. ❤️‍🔥 But no one knew what really happened after the final page. Kim Taehyung was a struggling writer with no fans and no future-until he published a twisted novel about a serial killer who was caught and killed in the end. The world believed every word. The fame, the fortune-it all followed. But none of it was true. Because the killer-Jeon Jungkook-was never caught. He found Taehyung first. Now, hidden away on a private island, Taehyung is no longer free. Cuffed to a bed. Loved, controlled, broken-and addicted to the very monster he once tried to escape. What started as fear twisted into obsession. What felt like hate melted into desire. And somewhere between trauma and trust... Taehyung fell in love with the devil in human skin. But monsters don't just disappear. And love born in madness has a price. 🔥 Triggers include: psychological manipulation, obsession, forced intimacy, emotional trauma, dark smut, possessiveness, captivity themes, and twisted romance. 💔 Read at your own risk. Not for the faint of heart.

He was cursed a hundred years ago -- to live as a monster, untouched, unloved, feared. Now human, he feels pain like any other man... but his skin still burns anyone who dares to touch him. Love? A cruel joke. Touch? A weapon. Hope? Long dead. Until her. A quiet girl with secrets stitched into her smile. She shouldn't be able to touch him - but she can. And for the first time in a century, he feels warmth instead of pain... heartbeat instead of hunger. She doesn't know what she's done to him. But he does. He watches. He follows. He becomes hers long before she ever says his name. She's broken in ways the world can't see. But to him, she's everything. And if anyone dares to hurt her - He'll burn the world down, even if it means destroying himself. Because she's not just the girl who broke his curse. She's the reason he wants to be alive again. And now that he's tasted her light-- He's never letting go.

"𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮." 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝. Jeon Jungkook. The new head of the Korean mafia with schizophrenia. They say his mind is broken. The voices in his head never stop screaming. His triggers are many. Enemies who breathe too loudly. Withdrawal that makes his hands shake. Women who exist too close. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞. He watches me like I am a sin he is dying to commit. Like killing me would be mercy, and keeping me alive would be temptation. But now I don't know which truth terrifies me more. That he wants to keep me or that he is fighting the voices telling him to kill me. Because the longer I stay alive the more I realize He isn't the only monster in this marriage.

"Easy there, darling, don't strain that pretty little head," a voice, smooth as silk, sliced through my panicked thoughts. I whirled around, and there he was. Instinctively, I scrambled back, each step he took forward sending terror through me. His eyes, held a knowing glint, and the smirk playing on his lips was a cruel, infuriating taunt. "What are you doing here?" The question was weak, a pathetic attempt at defiance when my mind was screaming a thousand others. "Just checking on you, baby," he purred, his voice dripping with false concern. "You did black out last night, after I had you for dessert." Had me for dessert? "What?!" I shrieked, stumbling back. He hummed, a low, predatory sound. "Don't remember? Shame. We could always recreate the experience." Each word was a calculated blow to my sanity. . . . . . . Eunha was an aspiring doctor, living a quiet, structured life with nothing but routines, one loyal friend, and her grandmother, the only family she had left. Romance was a distant notion, limited to a harmless schoolgirl crush on her senior... a crush she abandoned the moment she sensed the danger behind his charm. What she didn't know was that she had caught his attention too. And unlike her, he never let go. From the shadows of her life, he watched. Waiting. Carefully weaving a web around her, thread by thread, until escape would no longer be an option. . . . . A woman who had bled every last drop of life from her soul, and a man who couldn't get enough of the wreck she'd become. What could possibly get worse? Everything. Every single thing. Jungkook x Eunha (or reader)

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: Petalnprose (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)

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"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

At midnight... the silence broke. Someone slipped into Y/n's room and quietly locked the door. He walked to her bedside, gazing at her sleeping face. Y/n stirred, sensing the presence. Half-asleep, she opened her eyes and froze. A shadow loomed above her. She gasped, about to scream-when a hand clamped over her mouth. The moonlight spilled in through the window, revealing his face. Her eyes widened in shock and fear. It was Taehyung. He looked into her eyes, burning with rage and pain. Taehyung (whispering): "Don't make a sound." Slowly, he pulled his hand back. She breathed heavily, trembling. He pinned her down with his weight, placing both hands beside her head. Taehyung (furious): "You're sleeping peacefully after stealing everything from me?! 😠 Because of you, my father raised his hand against me... because of you, I saw hatred in my mother's eyes!" Y/n shook her head desperately, tears glistening in her grey eyes. Y/n (whispering): "I... I'm sorry, Tae... Taehyung... I didn't say a... anything... Jungkook... b-brother heard us talking..." But Taehyung's anger only worsened. He gripped her jaw firmly, making her whimper. Taehyung: "It's all your fault... Everything happened because of you. If you hadn't done that with Alice that day... if you hadn't come back to Korea... if you hadn't met my mom-none of this would've happened." Y/n tried to free herself from his grip, and he finally let go of her jaw. Taehyung (with venom): "You know what, Y/n? You yourself are a mistake. Your parents made a mistake by bringing you into this world. That's why they left you." 😠 Her blank eyes filled with unshed tears, and soon they rolled down, disappearing into her hair.

Winner at thefictionawards 2018 at best diverse book and best overall stories. Highest rank #1 in fanfiction, #1 in Jungkook Thank you guys I stood there, momentarily dumbfounded, my heart racing with confusion. Would she not open the door? My gaze shifted back to the boy behind the bars, and my breath caught in my throat. He stood still there, his dark eyes fixed on me-cold, empty, yet strikingly beautiful. Despite his youth, there was an unsettling depth to his gaze that seemed to pierce through any barriers, reaching straight into my soul. If I remember that day, I guess your eyes won my heart since that moment. Isn't that something you should be proud of? Cover by @alfaesha