Kim Taehyung was danger in a tailored suit - all sharp jawlines, cold eyes, and a voice deep enough to crawl under your skin. Every student dreamed of him, but he never spared them more than a glance... until Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook - the university's fragile omega doll. Big brown doe eyes framed by soft lashes, pink chubby lips made for trembling, a body so small yet curved in all the wrong ways for an innocent boy. One forgotten notebook was all it took to catch Taehyung's full attention. One scolding that left Jungkook's cheeks streaked with tears. Later, in the library's quiet shadows, Taehyung closed the distance like a predator. His arms locked around Jungkook, pressing their bodies until Jungkook could feel the heat and strength hidden beneath that perfect suit. Jungkook's breath hitched, his soft hands pushing weakly at the man's chest - but Taehyung only smirked, pinning him against the bookshelf so hard the wood trembled. "Don't squirm, little one," his voice was silk over steel, brushing hot against Jungkook's ear. "I'm only... confirming you." And in that moment, with Taehyung's scent filling his lungs and his body trapped in a hold that felt too much like possession, Jungkook knew the professor's interest wasn't academic at all. ---

Jungkook's back slammed against the cold marble wall of the penthouse, wrists trapped above his head by Taehyung's iron grip. His breath stuttered, chest heaving, eyes wide with both fury and fear. "L-let me go," Jungkook hissed, voice trembling but defiant. Taehyung's mouth curled into a cruel smirk, his free hand sliding down to Jungkook's throat, pressing just enough to make him gasp. "Let you go?" he drawled, voice dripping with mockery. "Darling, you stepped into the Devil's den. You don't leave... you get ruined." Jungkook tried to twist free, but Tae's body pressed against him - hard, unyielding, his suit brushing Jungkook's skin like fire. "You're insane," Jungkook spat. "Maybe," Tae murmured darkly, lips grazing Jungkook's ear before biting down hard enough to draw a gasp. His hand slid lower, forcing Jungkook's legs apart. "But you'll be screaming my name before sunrise." "F-fuck you," Jungkook choked out, shivering. Taehyung chuckled low, dangerous. His fingers dug into Jungkook's thigh, bruising. "Oh, I fully intend to, sweetheart."

This story is about a Cute,naughty boy who's name is "Jeon Jungkook",who wants to become rich..but he already the son of famous buisnessman...he wants to become rich by "Shortcut" not "Hardwork"....then one day he meet a person "Kim Taehyung", hearing his name jungkook got irritated...who's know that one day he have to marry that person.., hearing who's name he get irritated....... ° IsTaehyung and jungkook love eachother or fight?? ° Is Jungkook accept Taehyung or not? ° Is they will gonna live their life with love or hate? CONTAINS °Romance °Love °Misunderstanding °Fate °Trust °Smut TOP TAE⬆️ BOTTOM KOOK⬇️ Top ranks #1 of ynhope (out of 10) #41 of vkook (out of 27.6k) #116 of toptae (out of 3.87k) #210 of yoonmin (out of 24.1k) #218 of namjin (out of 20.7k) #307 of romantic (out of 62.7k) #324 of fight (out of 91.2k) #484 of funny (out of 197k) #700 of cute (out of 165k) #785 of btsfanfics (out of 108k) #875 of Taehyung (out of 127k) #975 of jungkook (out of 155k)

"Get your fucking ass out of this house and enter my car before I fucking bend you over that couch and fuck your brain out in here." Taehyung groaned, pressing hard against jungkook . ---- "I said 'act like my boyfriend' for just five minutes, not 'act like my fucking husband' for the rest of your life!" Jeon Jungkook half-yelled, his fingers curled into a tight fist as he glared at the terrifying, yet super gorgeous man in front of him. Kim Taehyung blinked slowly, taking his time to register every detail of jungkook figure into his memory, not minding that he was disturbing his work at all. "I don't see a big difference between the two." "Oh, for fuck sake! You're a thug, but surely you're not dumb, are you? Do you not know when to stop?" Jungkook scoffed, his anger growing thicker. "Sadly, I don't seem to know what 'stop' means. You made the idea of being someone's boyfriend sound so great now I don't think I wanna stop." Jeon jungkook knew asking a mobster to fake being his boyfriend would get a lot of unnecessary attention from lustful eyes off him, but what he never knew was that the man he had just picked was no different from the unwanted pests that lingered around him, wanting to have a taste of him. Kim Taehyung enjoyed clubbing as much as he enjoyed killing; however, despite this, he was extremely lonely. Now, the big bad man had found a toy he could play with, and he was having the best fun of his life. Would he ever stop and return to his lonely life? That, he wasn't sure he could do that. Not even when he realized jungkook was his enemy's son. He needed jungkook , either to break him or to make him. ---- Warning: in this story, if it is not a cup of your Tea, feel free to drop it. You guys are warned #2:killer #1: nudity #3:taekook #20:kimNamjoon #8: SexScene #1:kim #2:taekookff #2:comedian #1: bottomjungkook #1:mafia #1:dark #1:toptae

"I am sorry Jungkook"Namjoon~ "Hyung?"teary eyes~ ~~ "THE FUCK YOU WANT?"~Taehyung shouted "I...I am..so..rry"Jungkook said and looked down Jungkook is number one ceo in Seoul but he is alone in his world...when the kim's arranged his marriage with their elder son...but he didn't think or imagine he will marry a collage student... [Lots of grammatical errors] #taekook #toptae #bottomjungkook #smut #angst #fluff #mpreg #bp #loveandlust #agegap #maturecontent

[COMPLETED] "I fucking hate you Kim!" "Aww,then do you think I love you to the core? I also fucking hate you Jeon!" Taehyung and Jungkook hated each other's guts.If they maintain eye contact for even a second, there will be chaos among those two. But fate had decided another path for them. Things changed when one of them turned 21, the age at which one can find his or her soulmate. #1 In kookie on 06/08/2022 #1 In angst on 28/10/2022 #1 In enemiestolovers on 30/03/2024 ©etherealtekoo