Starring Kim Taehyung And Jeon Jungkook This is original by @ARTSEOULVK in twitter i just write it for the people dont have twitter and want to read the story. And also cause her account is deactivated so yeah enjoy! "It's inspired in this twt and this au is also inspired by ilys1892, scarlet heart ryeo & crash landing on you I Love You Since 1892 Written by: Binibining Mia (Available in Filipino and English)

A taekook Smut one shots hope you like it one short contains ♡ 18+ content ♡ Romance ♡ No cheating ♡ Happy ending ♡ Top: Jungkook ♡ Bottom: Tae ~English is not my first language so bare with it ~Don't copyright my FF ~The pictures used in this fanfic credit goes to there rightful owner I don't own them ~I don't like silent readers so keep your comments up ~If you are feeling uncomfortable with my story you can leave I don't want to make you uncomfortable

"Run?" Jungkook chuckles, dark and low, as his fingers tighten around Taehyung's wrist. "You think you can escape me?" Taehyung's chest heaves, betrayal laced in every breath. "You lied to me-" "I never lied," Jungkook cuts him off, voice as sharp as the knife he keeps strapped to his thigh. "I just never told you the truth." Taehyung shakes his head, eyes burning. "I won't be a pawn in your revenge, Jungkook." A smirk tugs at Jungkook's lips, but his eyes? Cold. Dangerous. "Pawn?" He steps closer, trapping Taehyung against the wall. "Oh, love... you were never a pawn." His fingers brush over Taehyung's jaw, tilting his face up, forcing him to meet his gaze. "You were always the prize." His fingers trace Taehyung's jaw, featherlight, like a promise written in sin. "You think love is soft, gentle?" he murmurs, dark eyes glinting. "No, love is a storm. A battlefield. And you-" He presses closer, his breath ghosting over Taehyung's trembling lips. "-you are the war I've already won." Taehyung shivers, a moth drawn to a flame that promises only ruin. "I hate you," he whispers, voice shaking. Jungkook chuckles, brushing his thumb over Taehyung's bottom lip. "Hate me all you want, love. But you'll do it in my arms." Mafia AU/ ⚠️CAUTION & TRIGGER WARNINGS ⚠️ This story contains dark themes, including trauma, violence, murder, blood, and mafia-related content. Reader discretion is advised. If you're sensitive to such topics, please proceed with caution. Themes & Tropes: Top Jungkook Bottom Taehyung ANGST 🎀🎷✨ Dark romance Mafia AU | Revenge | Power Struggle Possessive & Obsessive Jungkook Kinda as$hole jk Emotionally detached Jungkook Taehyung is Jungkook's first and only, but Jungkook refuses to acknowledge it First love, first time |Eachother's first aka virgin taekook Jungkook has never touched anyone before & never will-except Taehyung

Climbing the stairs in hurry, the Beauty quickly run to his chamber before flopping down on his bed. Heavy breathing and thumping of heart, that was the only thing Taehyung was able to hear in the silence of his room. A wide shy smile on his face and heaving chest was not helping the situation. The news of his Alpha's arrival after seventeen years of longing...just sparked every fibre in Taehyung's poor body. He couldn't help but torture those poor lips of his while eyes closed, trying to handle his racing heart. "Alpha... My Alpha..." A breathy whisper left those bitten lips as Taehyung bury his face in the pillow with a big smile. TopKook BottomTae Jeon<3

Jungkook: You're my Wife Now Be Like One (Angrily Said) Jk Father: ( Hit His Head) He Is Wife Not Maid Pabo Tae: " I lost Everything ...E.. Everything..But I.. don't want to lose you Kookie" Jungkook: " I'm sorry I..I..was Just a...Kid " Jk Dad: It's not your fault it's ...The Tradition ... *Happy Ending *Ignore Grammatical Mistake *Mrpg *Hope You Support Me *Top=Jungkook *Bottom=Taeyung Yoonmin, Namjin, Hpeyn

"Everything here runs on my terms, assistant." Desperate for a job, Kim Taehyung's last hope is Jeon Automobiles. But the cold and intimidating CEO, Jeon Jungkook, isn't someone who welcomes change-especially not after the tragic loss of his wife. Can Taehyung survive in a world ruled by Jungkook's iron will, or will he crumble under the pressure? -office au ☆Top- Jeon Jungkook ☆Bottom- Kim Taehyung ⚠️ Warning: A slowburn with lots of angst. Emotions unravel slowly-nothing is rushed. Do not report or repost my book istg!!

Book 2 of Reverence & Venom series. Taehyung's palms framed Jungkook's jaw, pinning him in place. Melted chocolate smeared across Jungkook's cheekbones and dripped down his throat, staining Taehyung's sleeves in messy, reckless streaks. Their mouths were ruined with it...slick, and desperate as they kept kissing, a frantic collision of bitter sweetness and unhinged desire. ​When Jungkook finally broke away, his breath hit Taehyung's lips in a ragged gasp. His eyes had gone dark."I need you, Zhena moya," he growled, low and rough. ​ Taehyung shuddered as Jungkook's rough fingers twisted his swollen, hypersensitive n!p. ​ A choked gasp caught in Taehyung's throat, but green eyes glinted with a vicious, bratty defiance. A feral smirk pulled at his chocolate-stained lips. ​ "Then fvck!ng earn it, Mr. Ashford," Taehyung hissed, his voice a breathless, mocking dare. "Get on all fours and beg for me. Like a damn dog." ﾒ૦ﾒ૦𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ♡ All the pics used in this book are not mine. Credit goes to its owner. ━━━ Top kook Bot tae Heavy angst Slowburn Do not report or repost!!

Book 1 of Reverence & Venom series. ••• Inside a glass box, Taehyung lay curled in on himself, trembling...his breath hitching, soft sobs slipping through parted lips like something breaking. Outside, they gathered. Snakes. Dozens of them. Coils over coils, slick bodies dragging across cold marble, scales whispering against the floor. Black, ivory, venom-green, molten gold...each one moving with slow, deliberate hunger. Some pressed against the glass, tongues flicking, tasting him through an invisible barrier. Others climbed over it, bodies sliding, hissing..low, rhythmic, almost... patient. The room was vast. Windowless and suffocatingly still. And somewhere beyond it all... in the dark where the light failed to reach...someone stood. Watching. Silent. Unmoving. Not a flicker of hesitation. Not a trace of mercy. Just a presence in the dark...waiting...as if the glass wasn't there to protect him at all. ◇◇◇ The pics used in this book are not mine. Credit goes to its owner. ━━━ Top kook Bot tae Heavy angst Slowburn Do not report or repost!!

" red colour look so beautiful on you, hyungnim, one day I will marry you and make you my bride " a 15 years old Jeon Junkgguk said. 20 years old Kim Taehyung just laughed off at his words nodding his head. After 10 years " didn't I said I will make you my bride and look today you are wearing this red colour only for me " a 25 years old Junkgguk said pouring a plate full of red colour over his head. Taehyung dressed in bridal red dress, covered in red colour staring at his newly wed husband with teary eyes. Just a tale of prostitute's son and nobel man. English is not my first language ignore the grammar mistakes Don't copy my work ©All rights reserved

(🐯) Tae: "No matter what comes... I promise to love you as my husband." (🐰) Jk: "That promise will be your biggest mistake." . . . Kim Taehyung was always different - soft, beautiful, and impossible to ignore. Growing up, he was the center of attention wherever he went, but behind those gentle smiles lived a heart that quietly beat for only one person... his cousin, Jeon Jungkook. While Taehyung loved him from afar since childhood, Jungkook saw something else - arrogance, distance, and a presence that always overshadowed him. To Jungkook, Taehyung was everything he disliked. Years later, Taehyung returns after completing his studies, holding onto the same unspoken love... only to find his world shatter. Jungkook is in love - not with him, but with Taehyung's own sister. And their wedding is just around the corner. Living under the same roof, hiding a love he was never supposed to feel, Taehyung must watch the man he loves slip further away each day. But what happens when buried emotions begin to surface, truths come undone, and hearts start to question what they really want? Is love something we choose... or something that chooses us, even when it's forbidden?