The Mutual Help through his eyes ⏤𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn disclaimer: please, be aware this series contains mature content such as strong language and smut jungkook x reader, fake dating au

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We held our hands since childhood but who knew those hands were made to fuck me up I disguised him as a pure soul 'MY BESTFRIEND' 'It's Not just a bestfriend baby 'It's The worst bestfriend' EVERYTHING CHANGED "Dark is not just a shade Dark is not just the night Dark are his desires And so is my fate." "Baby Foul is fair and fair is foul" Jk×y/n ~open ending~ Warning :- Not recommended for sensitive readers Contains extreme slasher content and torture details. *dark romance* I do not own anything except the storyline . Credits for pics to the rightful owners Do not plagiarize No hate to any idol.. No emojis used. Screams Toxidity and drama in every lang. Best rankings. #29 jungkook o/o 154K stories. #1 yandereff o/o 12 stories #4 bestfriend o/o 89.3k stories #1 torture o/o 11.6k stories #11 insanity o/o 12k stories. #2 yandere o/o 24.8k stories

Walking away felt like its own kind of pain, and the hope I had inside me died; it had long since lost its meaning. In the chill of the evening, every step weighed on me-bones aching, skin stinging, as if each movement tore something loose inside. My tears burned against the cold wind, searing rather than soothing. "Please," I whispered, the word slipping out like a fragile, fading prayer. "Do you want me to touch you like this, Daisy?" Each step drags, my feet heavy against the ground, every footprint feeling like I'm leaving a piece of myself behind, like my soul is slipping away with each one. My senses dull, my energy drains, until all that's left is a hollow, aching emptiness. "Have anyone made you feel like this?" The tears I had been holding back finally spilled over, cascading freely down my face. I didn't bother wiping them away. There was no point anymore. I had spent too long trying to be strong, trying to convince myself that I could let him go, that I could bury everything I felt and walk away. "Do me Jungkook, p-please." But love is cruel like that. And I would leave with it, with all the love I still carried for him tucked quietly inside my heart. I would carry it for the rest of my life. "With all the pleasure, Daisy." The sun sinks lower, shadows stretching as night draws near. With a heavy heart, I force my feet forward, each step pulling me farther from the possibility of him-of us. Or maybe I had simply read everything wrong. Maybe Yoongi was wrong, and he wasn't here because he never felt the same way I did. Maybe I was foolish to think I could be the exception. I should have known better. I should never have let myself fall for someone like Jungkook, someone who had always made it clear that he didn't believe in love. NOTE: This book was completed in 2020 and is being rewritten this year. All Rights Reserved ©2026 ©narahkris #wattys2019