Jungkook's fists could break bones, but nothing hurt more than the smile of the man he couldn't have---Kim Taehyung, his Sister's husband. In the silence of his victories, Jungkook carried a secret---a love that could ruin everything. It wasn't something he planned, but every quiet glance, every soft laugh, pulled him deeper into a love that was as impossible as it was consuming. "I have a wife, Jungkook." Taehyung forced out, voice barely above a whisper. "Then why," Jungkook murmured leaning in, "do you feel like you're mine?" Will Jungkook be able to win this fight? ☆Top- Jeon Jungkook. ☆Bottom- Kim Taehyung. #HeavyAngst. #Forbidden love.

Joong Archen Aydin, a 23-year-old final-year student, is the heir to the powerful and influential Aydin family. Handsome, spoiled, and used to getting what he wants, Joong lives a carefree life, sliding through his mistakes with the help of his family's wealth and connections. His world of luxury and entitlement is shaken when he encounters Dunk Natachai Boonprasert, a 26-year-old young professor at the university, who is dedicated, intelligent, committed to his job and the elder son of the wealthy Boonprasert family, but he rejects using his name for personal gain. While Joong is used to controlling everyone around him, he becomes intrigued by Dunk's unwavering professionalism and calm demeanor. What starts as a challenge to seduce Dunk for one night turns into a battle of wills as Joong's desire deepens, and Dunk finds himself struggling with the growing attraction he's determined to suppress. In a world where power, wealth, and pride are everything, both must confront their own desires and their families' expectations. 📍CREDIT FOR ALL PHOTOS BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS 📌 Since English isn't my first language, I use AI to help me express my ideas better. If you notice any mistakes, feel free to let me know! Thank you!

He was there. I could feel him, even though I couldn't see him. I could smell his cologne, I could hear his loud breathing. I could feel his gaze on me, burning on my skin, my body, my soul. It was like a torture. A blissful torture.