"I finally found you," he murmurs from behind that black mask, the outline of a lip piercing evident as it merely glints in the shadows of her rented flat. He points a gun to her forehead, eyes narrowed. "Uh. . . are you the kid I ripped off in uni' or that fat son of a bitch barking at me over a spilled chicken wing?" ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚✧ In which Jungkook wants to kill her as retribution and her life has been flipped around. From now, it's either pull the trigger or die trying. (mafia au & enemies to lovers! ✧)

❝What's mine stays mine. Not fate, not time-no one can take it from me.❞

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐈𝐓. " Look at you, crushed beneath me , all available like a pathetic woman" His harsh words rang in my ear, as his hard chest attached to my uncovered back. I closed my eyes in humiliation because that's my fate now. " That's what i am here for" I mumbled , clutching the sheets as his hands were roaming all over my body like it was some kind of toy. " At least you know your actual worth other than killing innocent people. " I gulped at his ignominious spell, that shows so much hate for me, i have been indirectly responsible for his misery and this is the only way i can repay. Even though i gave my consent still his other cruel words made my whole body shiver in fear. "Be ready. I will destroy you so brutally that no other clan dares to accept you not even yours" • 𝙅𝙚𝙤𝙣 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠, clan king, introspective, stoic and cold man happily married, living his life best but a incident destroy his sanity to the insane level. 𝙆𝙞𝙢 𝙔𝙉, clan princess, bold yet composed girl got into rivalry with the biggest clan and turn her life into a mess and disaster. • 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 . • 𝘑𝘜𝘕𝘎𝘒𝘖𝘖𝘒×𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙 • ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪs ᴘʀᴏʜɪʙɪᴛᴇᴅ. • ʟᴏᴠᴇ sᴍᴜᴛ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴄɪʟᴇss ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ

"𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮." 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝. Jeon Jungkook. The new head of the Korean mafia with schizophrenia. They say his mind is broken. The voices in his head never stop screaming. His triggers are many. Enemies who breathe too loudly. Withdrawal that makes his hands shake. Women who exist too close. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞. He watches me like I am a sin he is dying to commit. Like killing me would be mercy, and keeping me alive would be temptation. But now I don't know which truth terrifies me more. That he wants to keep me or that he is fighting the voices telling him to kill me. Because the longer I stay alive the more I realize He isn't the only monster in this marriage.

"Honey... now what did I say about disobeying me?" His voice was quiet, low and cold, slicing through the silence like a blade. She flinched before he even moved. Chains rattled above her as she struggled to back away. Her eyes, swollen and red, met his-not with defiance, but pure terror. He walked toward her slowly, savoring her panic. She looked so fragile. Breakable. Just the way he liked her. "P-Please..." she whispered. "I didn't mean to-" He silenced her with a finger to her lips. "Shh." Tilting her chin up, he forced her to meet his eyes. His touch was almost tender, but she knew better. Behind it hid a monster who toyed with his prey before breaking them. "You don't speak unless I allow it," he murmured. "And you don't beg-unless it's for me." A tear slid down her cheek. He wiped it away slowly, then smiled-darkly. "I could be kind," he said. "I could give you everything. But you'd rather test me. Run. Cry. Scream. Thinking someone will save you." He laughed softly. "No one's coming. You're mine now. Mine to hurt, own... destroy." She trembled, shrinking into the corner. And he adored it. Her fear. Her weakness. "You'll learn to love the pain, sweetheart," he whispered. "Because I'll teach you. Again and again... until all you know is my name on your lips, begging for mercy I'll never give." He stepped back, watching her sob-beautiful even in ruin. Untouched. Pure. A canvas he'd stain with obsession and darkness. And no matter how loud she screamed... No one would hear her. --- ⚠️ This story contains dark themes, emotional manipulation, and disturbing content. Read at your own risk.

. "Strip" Her breath snapped. "What?" she whispered, stepping back until her spine hit the wall. "Take it off," he repeated, tone unchanging. A command, not a request. "I gave you the chance to dress willingly. You refused." . Crawl to me he said with his dark voice . In order to exact revenge, he imprisons her. . He didn't kill her that night. He could have easily. Instead, he took her. Not as a prisoner. Not as a lover. Something in between. Something much worse. "I don't need your forgiveness," he told her once, voice quiet but sharp as glass. "I just need your obedience."

"Shut up! Shut. Up!" He threw his fist on the door after shouting each word while I stood there with my eyes closed, holding my chest as my heart was hammering and my throat was dry. I was feeling like throwing up while my stomach churned up almost instantly. "I didn't kill Mr. Lee! I didn't kill your father. Damn it!" He shouted at the top of his lungs as I opened my glistened eyes which met his ruddy ones while a lone tear escaped my left eye. I could feel the hot water gushing down my cheek to my jaw as my blurry vision got clear while I blinked. I watched him tracing my tear down my jaw with his cocoa orbs and then looking back in my orbs while his once glower eyes turned bathetic just in a jiff. Wiping off the moisture from my cheeks, I looked back into his eyes, "My father is not with me because of you. You were the reason for his death." I poked his chest with my index finger while I could feel claustrophobic around him. His aura was making it difficult for me to breathe in this dingy room. "You. Are. A. Murderer." I said with my heavy breathing while he glided near me, making my already uneven breath hitch as the back of my head hit the door, "You will regret saying this one day." I breathed out against his visage while he propped his other hand beside my head, caging me, "F*cking tell me why did you call me here?" I said, gazing back into his dark and magnificent orbs. His breath brushed my visage while I could smell his lavender cologne, prior he retreated away from me as I took in a long breath. Turning around again, facing his back at me, I heard him say, "Marry me." #1- bookcovers #1- challenge #1- stories #3- writer #28- jkjk #1- covers #3- book #1- details #1- imagines

⚠️ || ITS A WORK OF PURE FICTION. THE MENTIONED IDOL HAS NO CONNECTION IN THE FOLLOWING ACT. PLEASE READ ONLY AS ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSE || "I want you to kidnap my best friend big guy!" she snarled as the tall man glared at her. "Get. Lost." he snapped at her. He is cold and ruthless for his mafia persona. She is the charm, the carefree butterfly who wants to fly high. The world only saw him as a cold hearted guy but she melted every cold pieces of him which were as hard as iron. Others noticed those cold eyes which held no mercy for anyone until...she noticed the warmth into those dark chocolate orbs. All of his monsters fell silent as soon as she embrace him in herself and made his once dead heart beat all over again. But... Her sky has it's limit... "I wasn't looking for anything before I met you. But you came like autumn and I fell like leaves do.." he said. "I can't..I can't..we can't..." she whispers against the darkness. Their's is a love which had no sacrifices but limit and he'd cross all the limits to have her and protect her.. Read the full story in : The Mafioso And His Angel. ☕ Genere :: Fluff, angst, slow burn. 🍨 A mafia au. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ✅ DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ⚠️

⚠️ Please be aware that the following content is solely a part of imagines. The following acts written in the story has nothing to do with the mentioned idol. Read it only as an entertainment purpose ⚠️ "You're not what I thought you were." She looks over at the guy standing before her, confused and awestruck by his presence at the same moment. "You're also not what everyone thinks you are, Sweet angel." His smirk widens, not failing to notice that she has been checking him out, unknowingly so. It all started with a simple bet. A deal. A consensual situation that led them to feeling unknown emotions. Their deal embarked within a most complicated thing and it was never supposed to happen on either of their parts. As their journey started, something they built started to shatter when the monsters of their past made an appearance in their present. It's a game of blood, secrets, twisted emotions, sacrifices, hidden truths and their love is at stake. Jeon Jungkook was the dark, as complicated as it was but Choi Y/n was blinded by the lights she was living in and henceforth she found her comfort in his darkness while her light guided him outside of abyss. 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚. 𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄. Read the full story in : DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS. ☕ Genre : Dark college romance, Angst, Smut, slow burn, grumpy X sunshine. 🍨 Trope : Mafia AU with college romance.

He was danger in a tailored suit. She was the storm he never saw coming. She never expected a simple walk home to end with her witnessing a murder. She never expected Jeon Jungkook - the cold, ruthless mafia king - to drag her into his violent world. And she definitely didn't expect his next words: "A week from now... you'll be my wife." Locked in a mansion of secrets, she's forced into a world where power means everything, love is weakness, and obedience might be her only survival. But she doesn't bend easily. She has fire in her blood and rebellion in her bones. And Jungkook? He doesn't believe in love. But he'll make her his. Even if he has to burn down everything in the process. ❝ A ruthless king. A forbidden bride. And vows written in blood. ❞ Forbidden vows [21+]