"High schooler? What are you doing studying at a strip club like this?" I was skeptical whether to answer or not as he continued staring at me. Considering an unknown man just forced his way in this room only god knows what could occur. Unaware of what to do, I remained exactly where I was. Ready to run inside the club if he tried anything weird. I believe he sensed how uncomfortable I was, hence what he did next made me feel at ease. Well a little. "Jeon Jungkook, son of this damned club owner", he extended his arm. Warning: explicit content, coarse language, violence, sensitive subjects.

"Let's get one thing straight. We're friends. But you're still mine. Okay?" - Highest Ranking : #59 in FanFiction Highest Ranking : #17 in BTS

He's got you pinned, hands rounding your struggling form as his piercing cold gaze continues to devour you whole. You don't hesitate to glare back. "I'll say this once, so you better get this into that little mind of yours." He growls, slowly leaning in. "You. Belong. To. Me." ~ Thank you so much for the cover ©️minjification ©️cuddlejun 💜 Aka ©️Taemeaway_km 💙 HR: 1# in Fanfiction HR: 2# in FanFiction - ⓜⓐⓙⓞⓡ ⓔⓓⓘⓣⓘⓝⓖ ⓘⓝ ⓟⓡⓞⓒⓔⓢⓢ.

"Strip." - Gifted with the hands of healing. He's charming, smart, handsome, and kind. But don't let that smile of his fool you. Jeon Jung Kook: that young hot doctor working at Busan Bumin Hospital. Every women whose ever had an appointment with him dies to see him. Whether the situation's critical or mild, they'll do anything to be stuck in his office again. Even if it's just for a few minutes. Highest Ranking in FanFiction : #18 01/27/2020

"Listen, I'm married". "And what about it?". He questioned, amusedly. "Have some respect for your brother Jungkook". His smirk slowly faded away. "Step-brother", he corrected. WARNING CONTAINS: MATURE THEME, sensitive topics that may trigger and coarse language.