⚠️ 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.

I have two rules for surviving college, Stay out of his way. Don't let him see you. But Massimo Bianchi doesn't follow rules-he makes them. The heir to the Bianchi Empire, a man with a dark past and a reputation that chills the blood, Massimo doesn't play nice. And for some reason, he's decided I'm his favourite game. He's ruthless, arrogant, and impossible to ignore, even if I try. I should stay away. I should hate him. But the more I try to escape him, the deeper he pulls me into his dangerous world. The more I hate him, the more he seduces me with his cold smile, his calculating gaze, and his twisted games. I'm not supposed to want him. I'm supposed to keep my distance, keep my secrets, keep my heart locked away. But when the devil himself comes knocking, there's no escape. Not from him. Not from the desire that burns through my every nerve. And the worst part? I think he knows it.