Jungkook and Siri didn't care that they were arranged to marry. They've only ever wanted eachother ever since they became bestfriends when they were 4 years old. Unfortunately, one sudden tragedy tears apart the life they were meant to share together. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - childhood bf JJK x OC named Siri - angst, fluff, early childhood friends to lovers, arranged marriage au **ALSO on AO3, Inkitt and Tumblr as backup** ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ❌ DO NOT COPY or take any part of my stories and claim it as your own somewhere else - that's PLAGIARISM & is ILLEGAL. If I find out someone has copied my work, I will take action to get them removed. ❌DO NOT use or translate ANY of my work please. Part of the cover photo/pictures in the chapters were found on google/pinterest and don't belong to me.

Do you ever really forget your first love? Even if they caused you so much pain that your life's trajectory changed drastically? Anne left Seoul five years ago to attend her dream school... and to heal her broken heart. But then tragedy strikes her family and she finds herself right back in Korea, helping to pick up the pieces. Ready to finally make peace with herself and put her past behind her, she agrees to take a job at ADOR, a company under the HYBE umbrella where one Jeon Jungkook is employed as part of the worlds biggest pop group, BTS. She thinks they won't run into one another, and if they do, it won't be often. But she underestimated Jungkook's interest in her. It turns out he also wants to put the past behind him, and make amends with his former friend. But can you ever really go back and undo the past? Is it possible to reconnect after so many lost years? Will Anne ever be able to truly forgive and forget all that has transpired between her and Jungkook? CONTAINS: ANGST SMUT FLUFF **NOTE** This story was originally published in early 2024 and has been updated since January 2025. I have made some significant changes to the story and I will be publishing them and adding more content as I finish it.

Walking away felt like its own kind of pain, and hope had long since lost its meaning. In the chill of the evening, every step weighed on me-bones aching, skin stinging, as if each movement tore something loose inside. My tears burned against the cold wind, searing rather than soothing. "Please," I whispered, the word slipping out like a fragile, fading prayer. "Do you want me to touch you like this, Daisy?" Each step drags, my feet heavy against the ground, every footprint feeling like I'm leaving a piece of myself behind-like my soul is slipping away with each one. My senses dull, my energy drains, until all that's left is a hollow, aching emptiness. But hasn't it been this way for the past three years without him? "Have anyone made you feel like this? Wet like this?" I don't know if I'll survive this time-but I'm still asking for one more chance. "Just one... and I'll make everything right." But why do I have to beg for it? Why am I the only one fighting? Why is it always on me to fix what's broken? "Do me Jungkook, p-please." Love-so simple, yet impossibly complicated. No matter what he's done, no matter the hurt or the distance, I'm still in love with him. And I want to fight for us one last time. I need to see how it ends, even if it breaks me. Just one final try. "With all the pleasure. I will fuck you, only fuck you with everything I have Daisy." There's no point in hoping, is there? He isn't here. He isn't coming. So, there's no chance at a happy ending for me now... is there? The sun sinks lower, shadows stretching as night draws near. With a heavy heart, I force my feet forward, each step pulling me farther from the possibility of him-of us. I knew this from the start. I should have known better, should never have let myself fall for someone like Jungkook, someone who doesn't believe in love. NOTE: This book was completed in 2020 and is being rewritten this year. All Rights Reserved ©2026 ©narahkris #wattys2019

❝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."