𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒅. "𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒖𝒔-" "𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌" 𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇𝒇.- Why is it always him? Some feelings don't fade. They wait. Eight years ago, under the golden haze of college sunsets and unfinished conversations, They were something neither of them dared to name. A spark-quiet, dangerous, undeniable, lingered between stolen glances, late-night talks, and words left trembling on the edge of confession. But timing can be cruel. As graduation came, She was left to pick up the pieces of a heart that had never truly been held. And He? He vanished. No goodbyes. No explanations. Just silence. She turned her heartbreak into music, her voice carrying the ache he never heard, until the world knew her name. He buried himself in fabrics, sketches, and the glittering lights of Paris, building an empire from emotions he refused to face. They had become everything they once dreamed of. Everything except each other. Now, after eight years of silence, fate has drawn them back into the same room. And when Her eyes meet his across the glittering crowd, the air shifts. Because some sparks don't die. They wait. And this one has waited long enough. 𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒌 as a famous fashion designer in the realms of Paris. 𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝒀/𝒏 as a an upcoming famous artist in the city of Seoul.

He pinned me to the wall. And put my both hand above my hand with his one hand and his other hand hold my waist. What do you think hah...how dare you to escaped from here. How many times I have to say you are mine. Your body is mine. This is a love story between a mafia and Indian girl story may contains some mature scenes this is my first fanfiction and english is not my first language so feel free to tell me about my mistakes Follow my insta account- @jungkook.497

An indian love story of an ceo(jeon jungkook) and a doctor(yn singhania) (ft-:BTS)

'A Jeon jungkook fanfiction' Jungkook pov: ......."The moment our eyes met, I experienced that spine tinkling feeling, my palms got all sweaty, the hair on my arms stood up and causing me blinking ten times like an idiot, I had a gut feeling that this was it. The moment my whole life has been building up to."........ He was a 18 yr student reading in Seoul international University.He was handsome,sweet, respectful and was the son of No.1 business man and the heir of his families business.He was adored by all girls in his highschool but he never gave interest to them,he was waiting for a girl who would bloom his heart with all the love and affection she has in her heart unlike girls who just want to use him for his money and looks.. Kim yn was a new transferred student in Seoul international school and was beautiful and kind-hearted girl.She was solid but lonely and broken inside.She was hungry for warmth and love from someone who could free her from her loneliness and the past which became her biggest nightmare forever and love each other like never before. .....................💜✨

This story is all about to Jaiga Lee De Castro and Kace Winston Ferren.

Yoongi has always had a hard time dealing with stress. He has tried many stress reliever but none of them had worked until he learned about little space.

The second I get a glimpse of the tattoo that is on his upper back my heart stops. A Crow. But not just any crow. It was the symbol of the Violet Crows gang. My Rivals. ~ "Only place I'll be wearing your shirt..." I stand up on my toes to reach his ear and whisper. "Is in your dreams." In one swift motion he places a firm hand on my stomach, pushes me roughly against the wall, and kisses me. He was rough at first but then got softer. ~ [Strong Female Lead][JJKFF][GANG AU] [There is some graphic content in this story warnings are labeled for when to skip!]

♲︎︎︎YOU HAVE TO KNOW ♲︎︎︎Cᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ ᴢᴏɴᴇ☯︎ 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣☞︎︎︎ "♲︎︎︎YOU HAVE TO KNOW♲︎︎︎" ➪ 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚢? , 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 . 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝.𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝. " Love youself,love others ... respect them." ⚣︎ ⚢︎ ⚣︎ ⚥︎ ⚤︎ ✔︎ I don't have any motive to disrespect anyone. Cover by- @rajputharshita Write by- @rajputharshita