"Jungkook, you have to get married now!" his father's voice thundered through the grand mansion. Jungkook's jaw clenched as he glared at the older man. "Fine. But I will only marry Han Mirae-my girlfriend." His voice was sharp, unwavering. His father scoffed, shaking his head. "Jungkook, why don't you understand? She's nothing but a gold digger." But Jungkook refused to listen. Mirae was his choice, and no one could dictate his life. However, time had a way of unraveling illusions. As months passed, unbearable conflicts emerged between Jungkook and Mirae, revealing cracks in their so-called love. Lies, betrayal, and mistrust turned their relationship into a battlefield. "Fine, Father. I'll marry. But remember this-this marriage will only exist on paper." His words were cold, final. Little did he know, this one decision would entangle him in a fate he never anticipated. _________________________________________________ "J-Jungkook, please... trust me! I didn't do it!" Jane's voice trembled, fear evident in her eyes. Jungkook scoffed, his sharp gaze piercing through her. "First of all, stop crying." His voice was laced with venom, void of any sympathy. Jane swallowed hard, her vision blurry with unshed tears. "I-I'm s-sorry-" "Fvcking shut up. You talk too much." His patience snapped. Without another word, he grabbed her delicate jaw and crashed his lips onto hers with raw, unforgiving force. She was his now-whether she wanted to be or not.

The woods were silent, cloaked in mist and mystery. Twigs cracked beneath his boots as Jeon Jungkook walked with calculated steps, the chill of the forest matching the cold in his eyes. But something shifted-an instinct sharpened by years of distrust. He halted. There was someone behind him. In a blink, he turned and slammed the figure against a tree, one hand gripping the collar while the other drew a gleaming pocket knife from his coat. Its blade kissed the soft skin of the person's throat-threatening, precise, unflinching. His cold gaze met wide, terrified eyes. It was her. But he didn't move. His expression remained carved in stone-emotionless and cruel. The knife stayed near her neck as his breath hitched, not from shock, but from something darker. "Why the f*ck are you following me?" he growled, his voice low and venom-laced. "I-I... y-young m-master, I-I was a-afraid t-to stay there a-alone... t-that's why I f-followed y-you..." she stammered, her voice trembling like the rest of her. Fear shimmered in her eyes-but he didn't care. He didn't flinch. Instead, with no warning, no mercy, he leaned in and crashed his lips onto hers-rough, demanding, and overpowering. It wasn't love. It wasn't gentle. It was a storm. prince x maid

In a new life where memories of the past flicker like fading embers, their paths collide once more, tangled in a web of fate and unresolved emotions. He, Jungkook, gazes at her with a stranger's eyes, his words cutting deeper than any blade: "Why don't you disappear from my life?" he yells, pinning her against the wall, his frustration a storm barely contained. Tears stream down her face as she whispers his name, "J-Jungkook..." Her trembling hands push against him, but his grip tightens, seizing her jaw. "You're not going to shut your mouth, right?" he growls, before crashing his lips onto hers in a fierce, frustrated kiss-a collision of anger, longing, and echoes from a love lost to another lifetime. As the weight of their past life unravels, Season 2 plunges into a whirlwind of passion and pain. She fights to awaken the bond they once shared, while he remains haunted by feelings he can't explain. New secrets threaten to tear them apart, and the ghosts of their former selves demand reckoning. Will this kiss be the spark that reignites their destiny, or the final fracture that severs them forever? The Book 2 of the young prince.......

Min Jane, a timid and quiet girl, transfers to Yonsei University, hoping for a fresh start. But her life takes a dark turn when she catches the attention of Jeon Jungkook-the university's heartless playboy and infamous bully. With his cruel smirk and merciless games, he makes her his favorite target, finding amusement in her helplessness. But as time passes, Jungkook starts to change. His torment turns possessive, his cold eyes flicker with something deeper. In a twisted game of hate and obsession, will Jane escape his grasp, or will she be the one to break the heart of the heartless? _________________________________________ "Jane who did this" he roared grabbing her jaw pulling her closer to his face their nose almost touching looking at her bruises on her face. "N-no j-jungkook i-its nothing" she said her voice trembled she felt a sting pain as he gripped her jaw tightly. Tears already threatened in her eyes "Don't fucking piss me off because as long as I know I didn't did this fucking tell me who did jane" he yelled making her flinch "N-no j-jungkook i-its n-nothing--" but she was cutted off by him in mid by his lips forcely pressing on hers he kissed her fiercely he was so mad it was driving him wild the way she shivered the way she trembled. He felt like she's a kind of treasure he wants to protect for all his life she was the same person he used to hate he wanted to hurt her he wanted to ruin her but in the end he ended up loving her Jungkook : "I hate myself that I love you but still I hate you ....." If you have already read the discription then come on dive in the story what you're waiting for and trust me you guys love it

Jung y/n is seventeen. Bright, bold, and 100% mafia-obsessed. While her friends were crushing on K-pop idols, she was Googling "How to spot a real mafia boss." And guess what? She found one. Kind of. Sort of. Okay, she accidentally bumped into him and then made up a whole relationship in her head. Now meet Jeon Jungkook - cold, dangerous, and absolutely not interested in teen drama. He runs an empire of fear, and the last thing he needs is a girl calling him her husband on social media. But y/n doesn't care. She's got heart, guts, and a dangerous amount of delusion. She saw him once... and something inside her shifted. She claimed him in her heart. She chased him with laughter, love, and a madness he couldn't escape. He wants her gone. She wants him in a aisle in a black tuxedo. Who will win? And slowly, the man who never looked back... started to turn around. Can a girl with dreams melt a heart made of stone? Or will loving a mafia man destroy her world forever?