☘︎ 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐢𝐧, 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐢𝐧, 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 ☘︎ In the realms of light and shadows, 3 angels and 3 demons are bound by an ancient fate; they're mates. The ethreal angels, pure and guarded, belongs to dark demons - creatures of power and forbidden desires. Yet, the demons driven by obsession and unyeilding posessiveness, pull their mates from heaven, dragging them into dark hell. As lust ignites into passion, the boundaries between hatred and craving blur. Amdist twists of pride and pulses of forbidden love, the demons fierce posessiveness slowly unravels into unexpected care. ' I'm not the jealous type, but what mine is mine. End of story, my doll. ' __ Kim Namjoon 'What begin in shadows, stays in shadows, forever. Just like you can't go back, my kitten. ' __Min Yoongi 'You're caged in my chains, on your knees, and there's no escape, my little princess. ' __Jeon Jungkook Will the angels surrender to the demon's cage? Or is there any going back?

A dark night, a fateful mistake, and two strangers collide in ways that will haunt them forever. Namjoon, a ruthless mafia leader, stumbles into the wrong hotel room and into the life of Jin, an innocent heir with secrets of his own. Their brief, hazy encounter spirals into obsession as Namjoon can't forget Jin, and Jin is haunted by a night he can't fully remember. As Namjoon hunts for answers, he uncovers more than he bargained for-dangerous secrets, hidden passions, and a connection he can't escape. But in the shadows, trust is fragile, and desire has a deadly price. Will their twisted fate destroy them, or is there love in the darkness?

A lone wolf is cursed into human form by a wicked witch. He is taken in by Seokjin, a tender-hearted artist with a past that still haunts him. As the wolf learns to speak, to feel, to love, he begins to question everything he thought he wanted... especially when the witch returns, offering to undo it all. This is a dark, aching fairy tale about desire, identity, and the impossible choice between wild freedom and a love that remakes you.

"ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ, ᴀ ᴡᴀʀ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ!" When the past invades his present. When someone he thought as a brother, turned into an obsessive lover. He only showed kindness, but who knew that it will trigger something powerful and dangerous. This is a story of two old friends who became something polar opposite and now are facing each other in the war of love. Who do you think will win? ⚠️ FETUS WRITING ALERT ⚠️ WARNING!!! This story can be very brutal and scary for a lot of people. Contains- -𝕄𝕦𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 -𝕄𝕒𝕗𝕚𝕒𝕤 -𝕋𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 -𝔸𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕤 -𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕖 Started- 3, Oct 2020 Finished- 25, Aug 2021

❝It was like an accident that was meant to happen.❞ ❝Accidentally Perfect?❞ ❝Something like that.❞ ❌TRIGGER WARNING❌ COMPLETED - 2/23/18

"I told you once, and I will say it until my throat bleeds," Seokjin hissed, taking a step forward, his nose nearly brushing Namjoon's. "I am not your doll. I am not your 'Omega.' I am the Alpha who survived you. I am staying here, in the mud and the snow, where I am 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦." Namjoon did not move. He did not use his Alpha voice to silence him. Instead, the King let out a shaky, shuddering breath, bowing-literally 𝘣𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨-to the fire in Seokjin's eyes. "Then I will stay in the mud with you," Namjoon whispered, his voice thick with a desperation that bordered on worship. "Let the throne rot. Let the Council scream. If you will not come back to be a Queen, then let me stay here and be your shadow." Seokjin's sneer flickered. He wanted to scream, to shove Namjoon back, but the sight of the most powerful Alpha in the pack looking at him with such pathetic, whipped devotion was a different kind of trap. 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐔 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧: 14th April, 2026 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧:

"I didn't ask for any of this! I don't care about the stupid bond!" Namjoon's voice echoed through the room, his frustration spilling over. He looked at her, and the moment their eyes met, guilt twisted in his chest. Tears welled up in her brown eyes, but she refused to let them fall. "Well, I didn't either! But here we are!" she shot back, her voice shaking with emotion before she stormed out, desperate to keep herself from breaking. A heavy silence filled the room. Seokjin let out a sigh, shaking his head. "That was absolutely unnecessary. And rude. You fucked up Namjoon-ah" Without another word, he turned and followed after her. . . . . . What happens when two people from completely different worlds are bound by fate? Thrown together by destiny, forced to navigate a bond neither of them understands-can they truly find their way to each other? Between the chaos, the heartbreak, and the undeniable pull between them, one thing is certain: Fate may have brought them together... but will love be enough to keep them from falling apart? A rollercoaster of emotions-love, drama, and moments that will make your heart race. Stay tuned!

Heimat- A place that you can call home; a sense of belongingness, acceptance, safety and connection to homeland. All Seokjin and Namjoon did was love each other. Unconditionally. And they fought the world for this. Love wins over everything after all doesn't it? When you say that you love me I walk above the clouds Tell me about eternity just one more time~

Namjoon's eyes glinted with mischief, and he walked into the room, his movements smooth and confident. He reached into the pouch at his side and pulled out two daggers, their steel blades catching the dim light in the room. "How about a friendly spar?" Namjoon's voice was teasing, almost playful. "Let's see how much you've improved". Seokjin's lips pressed into a thin line, the urge to accept burning in his chest. It wasn't like he had a choice. Namjoon had always been someone who loved a challenge, and Seokjin had been training for this very moment.

Namjoon and Seokjin once had something real, but both were stubborn, impulsive, and burdened by pride. Miscommunication and jealousy spiraled into a series of bad decisions: Namjoon withdrew when Seokjin needed him most; Seokjin pushed Namjoon away out of fear and frustration. The pain built until they broke apart, each blaming the other but secretly wondering if they'd made a terrible mistake. Years pass. Life moves on, but neither can fully shake the shadow of "what if." They carry the weight of regret and the silent question: Could we have made it work if we'd just been a little braver and a little softer?