"You were supposed to be a bath bomb!" "Well turns out its your lucky day, sweetheart, cause you just got something ten times better: me." ➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶ In which a bath bomb from Walmart turns out to be an over cocky, ridiculously hot, yet surprisingly clueless demigod. ©Kiki 2020© ➣High-key crackfic ➣Greek mythology ➣Romance HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in JUNGKOOK #1 in KPOP #1 in BTS #2 in FANFICTION **Started: January 14, 2020** **Ended: May 7, 2020**

Some choices are born in silence...others echo forever. She thought she was saving them. But when shadows make promises, the cost is never clear. Tainted... ------------------------------------------------------------------ #1st on 1stbook🏅

In order to make ends meet you pick up a side job as the nanny of a brooding, cold perfectionist by the name of Jeon Jungkook - while in the process of doing so, you might've ended up twisting the narrative about your education just a little. Watching over a few children couldn't be too hard, right? Only Jungkook is very peculiar about how he wants things done - strict routines, meal plans and tedious study hours that make the Jeon estate feel more like a military camp than a home - and it's only a matter of time until cracks in the seemingly perfect facade begin to form. 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘 ── slowburn / age gap / ceo!jungkook x nanny!reader / mature content

"...about last night." jungkook looked at her. straight. steady. sol fidgeted. "i remember." he nodded. "good." sol blinked. "good?" he took a sip of coffee. "means i don't have to explain." sol stared. "...that's it?" jungkook leaned back. "what do you want me to say?" sol looked down. "i don't know." jungkook studied her. then sighed. "I don't regret it." sol looked up. his voice was calm. too calm. like he'd already accepted it. "I meant it." he said. "all of it." sol's heart stuttered. "jungkook..." he looked at her. "I like you." • jeon jungkook fanfiction • friends to lovers/slow burn • lowercase intended

" not even death can do us apart " __ 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮 : angst, tragedy cover picture credit : ardhagaruda on Instagram. © kooffeecup - 2 0 2 3

"𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐: 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝s. 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎." ➤ wordcount: 250k words. completed. 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: thriller, angst, drama, smut, fb. • jjk x female!reader • enemies to lovers • slow burn • d͟i͟s͟c͟l͟a͟i͟m͟e͟r͟: please be reminded that members are purely used with visual purposes. this is a work of fiction merely written for entertainment purposes. be advised there's strong language, mental health concerns, violence, drug/alcohol use, kinks and 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙭. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: fuck buddies, ust, rst, trauma, grief, angst, enemies-to-lovers, gang dynamics, organized crime and strategies, psychological depth, suspense, thriller, smut, #1 gangau #22 jkff #44 jungkooksmut #40 explicit #1 jeongguk #1 btssmut cover by @shadowkoo (@eerieedits) on tumblr

"I swear I'll kill you-" Jungkook cuts in smoothly, "And I swear I'll kiss you." He bites his lower lip, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and in one swift motion, pulls her toward himself. The next second, she feels her back hit the mattress. Her wrists are pinned beneath his strong hands as he hovers over her, his presence overwhelming. For the first time, she admits-she feels small. Her delicate frame fits perfectly beneath his, as if it was meant to be there. A smirk tugs at his lips as he looks down at her struggling beneath him. She writhes beneath his grip, trying her best to break free, but he only tightens his hold, pinning her wrists firmly above her head. "Let go of me!" she shouts, her voice fierce, her eyes burning with defiance. Their gazes lock-intense, unyielding. But as she stares into his eyes, something shifts. Her heartbeat begins to race, faster and faster. He leans in, his voice grazing her cheek like a whisper, "I didn't hold you to let you go." His lips trace from her cheek to her ear, his breath hot and teasing against her skin. In a hoarse whisper that makes her shiver, he murmurs, "My Jasmine~" ____ The night killer in Seoul was always a case that gives headache to all the officers but finally, none other than Officer Scarlet accepts this challenge and starts investigating the case, thinking she'll catch him but the story takes a big turn and she ends up forced to live under the same roof with him. The person she wanted to kill was the person she wanted to protect the most afterward.

I knew it. I should have never made a deal with the devil. And him? He was worse than the devil. The cold metal kissed my throat-not a lover's touch, but a promise. I felt every groove of the barrel, every intention behind it. Then he pushed deeper. "I thought we had a deal." His voice. Low. Gravel and gasoline. The kind of quiet that doesn't ask for permission. It takes. I've seen him angry. I've seen him bury men for breathing wrong. But this? He was frustrated. And frustration for him meant dead for me. The gun bit into my skin. I whimpered. Closed my eyes like that would save me. His other hand fisted hand-not holding. Crushing. I could already feel the bruises blooming under his grip. Little purple promises he'd leave behind. "And you never-" His breath hot against my ear. "-fucking break the deal with the devil, kitten." "I'm... I'm sorry." My voice cracked. Pathetic. Begging. I hated it. But I wanted to walk out of this room alive. And he was known for no mercy. So why would he leave someone like me breathing? Then I felt it. His teeth. Not a kiss. Not a threat. A claim. Sinking into my neck like he owned the blood beneath. And I knew what was coming for me. In the devil's syndicate, the throne was never the scary part. He was. _________________________________ ❛Kitten, the devil wrapped in silk, is still the devil.❜ _________________________________ • Tropes • Morally Grey to Black Hero Damaged Heroine Forced Proximity Gun Play Fear as Arousal Revenge by Proxy

A 19-year-old girl works as a maid in the mansion of a feared Mafia King to save her dying mother. What starts as a job turns into something darker when his cold attention shifts into obsession. Power, control, and survival collide as Y/N realizes some protection feels dangerously close to possession.