A silhouette. There. At the edge of her bed, no more than three feet away, seated on the only chair in the room. She blinked again. No. But there he was. Kim Taehyung. In her room. At 3:30 in the morning. Sitting too still, too comfortably-as if this were his space. The shadows danced around him, painting sharp lines along the ridges of his cheekbones, and his legs were crossed leisurely like he had been here for a while. And in his lap- Her dress. The dress. The one she bought after her first paycheck. A muted blush satin, simple, elegant... but expensive enough that she had hesitated for ten minutes before buying it. His long fingers were brushing the hem of it now, slow and possessive, like he was cataloguing its texture just to make her feel something. Y/N's mouth parted, but no sound came. She sat up slowly, blanket clutched to her chest. Her skin flushed with cold and confusion. "How-how did you come in?" He looked at her then. Eyes narrowing ever so slightly, as if she had asked the wrong question. "Your lock," he said, matter-of-fact. "Is a joke." She stared. His tone didn't change, but his gaze darkened, sharpening like a hunter with too much time. "You're practically inviting predators." He rose slowly-uncrossing those long legs, setting the dress down on the bed beside her, silk whispering across her sheets. Then, with the careful pace of a man completely sure of his control, he walked toward her. She didn't move. Couldn't. Taehyung crouched next to the bed. The distance between them collapsed in an instant. His nose brushed her cheek. His breath fanned across her neck. Then- "To rape you," Updates: 12AM ⚠️ Soft hearted, emotionally weak, cry easily, easily overwhelmed by emotions, believes in good in people, loves too deeply, too quickly, feels guilt like storm, breaks at smallest emotional roller coaster, f*cking stay away from this specific book! [Please read the HEAVY WARNING before continuing, you need your mental health, trust me!]

🩸 YAKUZA'S DIRGE- "A dirge is a funeral hymn, and his love was a slow, brutal mourning-not for her death, but her freedom." "Do you know why I keep you locked up?" Her breath hitched. Her fingers curled against his chest - hesitantly, reverently - and oh god. The feel of him. Hard. Unforgiving. A wall of heat under her trembling hands. His chest was broad, every muscle taut beneath the thin shirt, his pecs shifting as he breathed - not shallowly, but deeply. Controlled. His teeth grazed her cheek. A bite. Gentle. Carnal. Her lips parted. A broken breath fell from her. Then a whisper - from him. "Hmm?" She shook her head. Too slow. Too dazed. His hand slipped lower, finally, cupping her waist - his palm large enough to cage her, thumb brushing just beneath the curve of her ribs while his other arm remained hooked around her back. Not pinning. Holding. Pulling. She was caged. Held flush to him. Nothing between them but her open robe and his clothed chest. But even then, the heat bled through. He bent again - lower this time. His lips kissed the corner of her jaw. Not sweetly. Possessively. Then he whispered something so sinful, so deliberate, it felt like it was made of oil and ash and honey: "Because if even one man saw you like this... he'd forget his god. He'd fuck his name out of your mouth and never ask if you were promised." Her thighs trembled. Her hand fisted in the fabric at his chest - not to resist. To survive the feeling. He dragged his lips to her jaw again. Her ear. He didn't press them to her skin. He simply hovered. Teased. Waited. She could barely breathe. Her body shook in his hands, her inner thighs slick with her own arousal, every nerve burning like she was being readied for slaughter. Then-her voice. Small. Too soft for anyone else to hear. But he was not anyone. "...But I already attracted the worst kind." His head stilled. Eyes lowered to her again. She swallowed. Then added-"Didn't I?"

✔️ COMPLETED VIEWER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. His name alone could end wars. JEON JUNGKOOK. A name that echoed in blood-soaked alleys and gold-laced corridors alike. The mere whisper of "Jeon" sent shivers down the spine of politicians, tycoons, and criminals alike. His enemies prayed not to see him; his allies prayed he wouldn't forget them. He isn't just the most powerful mafia in the country - he is power. He didn't order killings - he performed them. He didn't forgive - he forgot you ever existed. And when he snapped, cities burned. No court dared touch him. No woman could own him. No law could bind him. BECAUSE HE IS THE LAW. She was soft - too soft for his hands. Too gentle for his gaze. Too kind for his world. But he wanted her. No... he needed her. Y/N was everything Jeon Jungkook had never known he was missing. A college girl with eyes like prayer and a heart that forgave before it judged. She waved at children, fed stray cats, smiled at elders, and bowed at strangers. Her world was painted in light. He was dipped in blood. He saw her once, and never again was the same. Jungkook kept her. Like a secret. Like a possession. Like his last breath. She gave him peace, a strange stillness he didn't understand but refused to lose. She didn't argue. She listened. She stayed. She asked him one night in a quiet whisper, "Do you love me, Jungkook?" He smiled, eyes dark, brushing her cheek with fingers that had pulled triggers. "I'll stab you in your heart and kiss you while you're bleeding from your mouth, my precious. If this makes you feel that I love you... Then I love you so much." CLICK ON START READING FOR MORE...BECAUSE I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN ACHING FOR IT!

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 ! ᴀ ꜱᴜɴ-ᴅʀᴇɴᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴅᴀᴡɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀꜱ ɴᴏ ʀᴇʟɪᴇꜰ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʜᴏʀɪᴢᴏɴ ᴄʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇꜱꜱ ɢʀɪᴇꜰ. ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴋɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ, ᴀ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ʜᴏʟᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ; ɴᴏ ᴊᴏʏ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇꜱ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ᴛᴡɪꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜɴᴅ. ᴅᴀʏ ꜱᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡꜱ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ꜰᴜᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇ. ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀʟʟ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀꜰᴇɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ɴɪɢʜᴛ. ᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ʀᴇɪɢɴꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ'ꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴅ, ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇꜱ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ. ʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛ, ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟꜱ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴠᴏᴡ, ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ ᴜꜱ ɴᴏᴡ: ʀᴀᴅᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀᴘᴇɴᴛ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱᴛʏ ᴘᴏʀᴛ, ᴀ ᴄᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴠᴇɴᴏᴍ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ'ꜱ ꜱʜᴀʀᴘ, ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ꜱᴏʀᴛ. ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴇᴇʟ-ᴄʟᴀᴅ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪᴇʟᴅ, ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴄᴏɴQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅꜱ, ᴀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ʏɪᴇʟᴅ. ᴊɪᴍɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴛ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ᴀʟʟ ꜱɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ. ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏ

" 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚑 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎"

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 ! ᴀ ꜱᴜɴ-ᴅʀᴇɴᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴅᴀᴡɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀꜱ ɴᴏ ʀᴇʟɪᴇꜰ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʜᴏʀɪᴢᴏɴ ᴄʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇꜱꜱ ɢʀɪᴇꜰ. ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴋɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ, ᴀ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ʜᴏʟᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ; ɴᴏ ᴊᴏʏ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇꜱ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ᴛᴡɪꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜɴᴅ. ᴅᴀʏ ꜱᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡꜱ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ꜰᴜᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇ. ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀʟʟ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀꜰᴇɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ɴɪɢʜᴛ. ᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ʀᴇɪɢɴꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ'ꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴅ, ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇꜱ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ. ʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛ, ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟꜱ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴠᴏᴡ, ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ ᴜꜱ ɴᴏᴡ: ʀᴀᴅᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀᴘᴇɴᴛ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱᴛʏ ᴘᴏʀᴛ, ᴀ ᴄᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴠᴇɴᴏᴍ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ'ꜱ ꜱʜᴀʀᴘ, ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ꜱᴏʀᴛ. ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴇᴇʟ-ᴄʟᴀᴅ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪᴇʟᴅ, ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴄᴏɴQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅꜱ, ᴀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ʏɪᴇʟᴅ. ᴊɪᴍɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴛ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ᴀʟʟ ꜱɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ. ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏ

❝He's a vile man, Y/N. Manipulation runs in his veins. There's blood on his hands. He can kill kittens, for fuck's sake. Are you still ready to marry him?❞ Be careful. You're making a deal with the devil. ••• > jeon jungkook is not the normal mafia you read in fanfics. he doesn't melt or get soft. not for the faint of heart. > warning: blood, gore, manipulation, dark, mafia, smut, extreme violence, substance abuse, paraphilias, wild kinks, angst, female oc is equally insane and savage, etc.

❝Stop judging me so hard, Mr. Jeon. People have 𝘴𝘦𝘹. Get over it!❞ "I'm not judging you; I'm judging him," his dark voice went traveling down your sweet panties. "He came in two minutes." "So?" Hot embarrassment. That's what is on your face. "I can fuck way better than that." He casually cleaned his firearm before putting it back in the holster. His formal shirt stretched over his muscular pecs, the on-guard position, and his always attentive eyes. Your bodyguard's sex appeal ran miles, and you had never not noticed. He made you feel hot. One wrong move from anyone towards you, and he looked like he would break and skewer limbs. You felt so...𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙. So cared for. So his. "No one cares about how you fuck," you shoot back. He drops his eyes, a swishing glance at your body. Emotions hardly betrayed his face. He assessed me like he could see my body and feel me. Break down the actions of my young body and read them like an open book. "Your nipples tell a different story, babydoll."

'You miss me, don't you?' Taehyung's voice is low, dangerous-like a predator closing in. His lips hover just inches from hers, his hands wandering to places they shouldn't, a hungry smile playing on his lips. 'You think I've forgotten the way you scream my name in the dark, Y/n? You think I don't remember every inch of you?' The chemistry is undeniable, the tension between them thicker than ever. There's pain in his cold eyes, a silent punishment for her betrayal. But beneath his indifference lies a storm of unresolved lust and buried emotions. Every encounter between them is a battle-of anger, longing, and undeniable attraction. One moment, he's cold as ice. The next, he's burning with desire, tempting her to cross the line they once drew together. One moment, he pushes her away; the next, he has her pinned against the wall, whispering sinful promises against her lips. Love still lingers between them, tangled in lust and dangerous games-but is it enough to fix what's broken, or will it destroy them both?

𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ❝HE HAD VOWS. SHE HAD TEMPTATION❞ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴠᴏᴡꜱ ᴄᴀʀᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ- ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ. ᴅᴀʀᴋ. ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴜᴛ. ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ. ᴀ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɢᴏᴅ- ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇʀ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ'ꜱ. 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐃 ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡᴀʀ. ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ- ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙᴜʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ. ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ- ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴍᴀɴ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴘʀᴀʏꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ.