There is a saying that............. "sometimes a wrong train will take u to the right station." . . . Taehyung:"why do u have all this scars. Who did all this?" Y/n:"this are the proof and memories of the hell i lived all this year and the reason of what i have became now. . . . It all started with kidnapping the wrong kid. . . . The story of....... "𝑴𝒓 𝑭𝑶𝑨𝑭 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝑲𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏."

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝙹𝙺 [𝙵𝚃.𝙺𝚃𝙷] 𝙵𝙵 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳. 🦋🦋🦋 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢, 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘹 𝘠/𝘯 𝘈 𝘑𝘑𝘒 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

Jungkook: (deep chuckle) doll....... Huh.... A little baby doll...... (Laughed a little) Do you really want to marry me.... Do you know anything about me.....tsk.....tsk.... Is that every one saying the angel belongs to the devil.... Anyway.... Welcome to my darkness...... He spread his arms and laughed..... Jungkook: welcome to my darkness doll.... when the 18 years old middle class boy kim Taehyung got married with the secret mafia Jeon Jungkook... who got obsessed with him at first sight.....

Breathlessly trembling, "Bless me, Padre, for I have been a very, very naughty girl..." I whispered, already aching for him. He finally looked at me. His eyes were kind. But there was something dangerous beneath them. A flicker. A stillness that made me forget why I came. I shifted, my thighs sliding against the bench, and I hated how wet I was becoming. "I remember you," he said. "You sang in the youth choir last carol, didn't you?" I nodded, suddenly aware of how thin my blouse felt under my dress. Of how warm the booth was. "And this is your first confession?" "Yes, Father." He smiled gently, and I hated that it made my stomach flutter. I paused. Then added, in a softer voice, "I think... I had bad thoughts." He was silent. But it wasn't the silence of shock. It was something heavier. Like he was listening too closely. "There is certainly no shame in desire. Only silence." "I'm going to be twenty-one in two weeks," I continued, "but sometimes I still feel thirteen. And sometimes... sometimes I feel like my body is racing ahead of me." The words fell out of me like a confession - but not to God. To him. I was only twenty, but my body had just begun to show the things girls like me weren't supposed to notice - small, round breasts...softer hips. "Take your time," he said softly. "God already knows." He reminded me of the only man I'd ever truly known before now - my father, whose demise was caused by a terrible stroke some months ago and still had me grieving. So when I again walked into the confessional box to meet Fr Luke, I smelled his aura again, something in me made a funny sound. I could feel my breasts beginning to swell as my knees touched the hard wooden kneeler. My hands trembled in my lap. I was supposed to talk about my sins but what I really wanted to do... was learn how it felt to commit one. I looked at the crucifix on the booth wall, but all I could picture was his lips saying my name. ❤️Enjoy this second part of the series "BECOMING SUGA