A story, an imagination wants to create here of taekook as - "devil's king The Stone Heart They feared the Devil because they did not understand him. But fear has nothing to do with fate. And fate... had already chosen. In a kingdom buried beneath ash and fire, he reigned- A being of silence and storms. A heart not beating, but locked in stone. And yet, even devils must fall...when their soul is summoned. Jungkook, crowned in darkness. Taehyung, born of light. "I was not made to be loved," the Devil said. "I was made to burn what love leaves behind." But the stars, cruel and kind, whispered a prophecy into the flame: A soul so soft it could shatter him. A touch that could crack the ancient curse. "If fate calls me yours," Taehyung whispered, "Then let me walk into your ruin... with open hands." One chained by curse. One bound by blood. Both written in a language the gods themselves sealed away. "You are mine," the Devil growled, voice torn between hunger and ache. "And when I cage you, it won't be with chains. It will be with forever." °DEVIL DESTINED MATE° The stone heart is cracking. And love is not salvation-it's damnation. to be continued... The concept of the story is inspired from others author but story is totally mine and I used other apps also for details so there's the trailer of it... Cover is not mine I used website of it. That's it.... I want you to try my imagination...

~~~~~ The first time Kim Taehyung saw Jeon Jungkook, the man was covered in someone else's blood. He stood beneath a flickering neon sign, cigarette between his lips, shirt half-unbuttoned, bruises blooming like wildflowers across his knuckles. The kind of man the world whispered about but never dared approach. Ruthless. Untouchable. A devil in designer. And Taehyung didn't look away. Not when their eyes met. Not when Jungkook smirked - like he already knew his name. Not even when, three hours later, he found himself handcuffed to a hotel bed, the cartel king's breath hot on his throat. That was the beginning. Or.... ................. 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭. 𝐖𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 - 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬. 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 - 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞. ••---•••---••• C A R T E L : B L O O D I N T H E G A M E , by darkfantasies101. •••---•••---••• Little suggestions for those who copied someone's works :- STAY AWAY FROM MINE . * * * Top kook, Bottom tae.