Park Jimin is the "Nation's Angel"-the most beloved actor in the country with a smile that cures depression and a reputation cleaner than a diamond. ​I'm the "Crisis Manager"-the woman who hides the bodies, burns the evidence, and cleans up the messes of the elite. ​When a yacht scandal threatens to turn Jimin from the Golden Boy to a Career Ghost, I'm hired to do the impossible: Become his fake fiancée. ​The plan is simple: 3 months, 1 contract, 0 real feelings. ​But Jimin isn't an angel. Behind closed doors, he's a snarky, high-maintenance brat who thinks I'm beneath him. And I think he's a PR disaster waiting to happen. ​The problem? The cameras are everywhere, the paparazzi are in the trees, and for some reason, the more we pretend to hate-love each other... the harder it is to remember we're just acting. ​Rule #1: Don't touch the merchandise. Rule #2: Don't let the neighbors see. Rule #3: Whatever happens, do not go off-script.

"I don't want a 'logical' partner. I want someone who actually gives a damn, and you clearly don't." Y/N wanted a guy who cared. Jeon Jungkook didn't even know how to pretend. At twenty-six, Y/N has it all together. She runs a thriving bakery and is the designated 'reliable friend' to a wild group of guys she's known since high school. But being the only single friend in a sea of aggressively doting couples is starting to sting. Just once...just for once, she'd like to be the one being taken care of. Thrust into a week-long cabin vacation with her overly-affectionate friends, Y/N is forced into the orbit of Jimin's strange, silent colleague. Jungkook is a numbers guy. He speaks in percentages, avoids eye contact, and has an unapologetic, nonchalant attitude that drives Y/N insane. They are a statistical impossibility. He's ice...she's warmth. He calculates...she feels. He's a rage-baiter...she gets rage-baited. But when his blunt logic finally pushes Y/N to tears, the human spreadsheet malfunctions. Jungkook realizes that being 'cool' and 'efficient' has just cost him the only girl he's ever noticed. Now, the ultimate nonchalant guy is on a mission to win her over. Step one: Un-nonchalant yourself. Step two: Figure out how to hold a conversation. Step three: Destroy anyone who makes her cry. ©rosetintedquill

He was her high-school headache. She was his favorite distraction. Years later, he's a CEO. She's sitting across the table-still arguing with him. Still, You. is a slow-burn CEO AU about unfinished sentences, private banter, and the strange way some people never really leave your life-no matter how hard you pretend they did. No grand confessions. No dramatic transformations. Just two people who never stopped recognizing each other.

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❝You mean, both of us can get benefit out of this thing?❞ "That's literally the reason people call it FWB," he sighs, tired with your innocent ramblings. "FWB?" You question, confused. Shrouding your smirk behind the tilt of your head, you continue acting oblivious. "Friends-with-benefits, you know that, don't you?" The lines on his forehead show how bothered he was by this. Everyone your age ought to know friends-with-benefits, right? "That's really a lot considering you don't even treat me as a proper friend. Can't it be called something more simple? I don't want to feel like I'm taking benefit of somebody. We can call it sex exchange? Or sexchange?" You smile proudly, coming up with it on the spot. He remains numb, staring dead ahead like always. The familiar expression of his coldness replaces his handsome features once again. So cold, a learned shudder passes down your spine. He's a snowman, he's an iceberg, always so fucking cold. Your insides prick when the expression replaces the rare mood of him wanting to talk. Talking with him is no different than talking to an inanimate object. "Fine, sexchange." "So, you agree? You'll dat- fake date me?" "I'll fuck you. That's it." *** ➼ mature content. ➼ smuts, angst, fluff, love, softness, jealousy and a cold jungkook who can fuck you harder than he hurts you.

18+ A collection of random smut one shots... every story will be different with disclaimers in the beginning! Please enjoy

She tilted her head. "Jungkook," she started, testing the waters. "Do you... not like talking to people?" He blinked at her. "What?" "Like, you're really different with me," she pointed out, heart beating a little faster. "You're colder with everyone else." Jungkook looked at her for a long moment before scratching the back of his neck. "I just don't like wasting my time." "But you don't mind talking to me?" He scoffed. "No, I don't mind." Then, a beat later, softer-"I like talking to you." Her breath hitched. He held her gaze, waiting. And for the first time, she was the one looking away first. This was dangerous. Because now, she couldn't unsee it. Highest rank: #1 in jeonjungkook #6 in fanfiction #2 in jungkookff #2 in parkjimjn #3 in kimseokjin #4 in minyoongi

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The roar of Jungkook's engine usually drowned out the world, a mechanical scream that matched the restless riot in his chest. He was a boy built for collision-for the muddy impact of the football field and the blurred adrenaline of a needle hitting 140 km/h on a blind curve. But the moment he saw Eunji, the noise stopped. She was a fracture in his reality, a girl made of soft sighs and charcoal dust who moved through the school like a secret no one was supposed to find. Watching her paint, Jungkook felt a brand-new kind of violence stirring within him-not the urge to break things, but a fierce, terrifying need to build a wall around her. He wanted to scoop her up, tuck her behind the heavy leather of his jacket, and hide her away from every prying eye and jagged sound of the world. For the first time in his life, the boy who lived for the chase found himself hopelessly anchored by a girl who didn't say a word, yet spoke louder than his loudest rebellion.

"You lack morals," His chest seals you to the wall, breath running hot against the shell of your ear, "Gonna fuck them all into you." A tale as old as time, but nothing like the one you know. ...You've heard of monsters in the shadows, haven't you? The ones that watch you from beneath your bed, waiting for you to dangle a limb over the edge. The ones that linger in your closet, just out of sight. You've feared them. Hated them. Tried to convince yourself they weren't real. But what about the one that doesn't hide? The one that doesn't need to. The one who sleeps in your bed with his name in your mouth? You've feared the darkness at your window. But what about the darkness inside your room? The one that breathes against your skin, tracing your pulse with its teeth. The one that pulls you into its chest, not to protect you, but to keep you there. To bury you inside it. To consume you. Softly. Completely. Like a prayer no one's meant to hear. You have feared things that scrape at your door. But what about the one who locks it? From the inside. With you still in it. Retelling Beauty and the Beast. A student✗teacher romance. Highest ranking: #7 in JeonJungkook on 25/02/2026 out of 71.2k stories #10 in Jungkook on 25/02/2026 out of 224k stories #1 in JJK on 3/06/2025 out of 26.4K stories #1 in Dark Romance on 29/01/2025 out of 60.6K stories #1 in StudentTeacher on 1/02/2025 out of 697K storeis #1 in Retelling on 7/02/2025 3.57 K stories #1 in Crimson on 19/07/2025 out of 1.67K stories #1 in Seduction on 1/08/2025 out of 5.91K stories #1 in Tension on 20/01/2026 out of 12.1K stories Started: 01/01/2025 Ended: 01/01/2026