Jungkook and Jimin reunited with each other for arranged marriage, but can they forget their heated past? - angst - fuck buddies - smut - happy ending

A masked stranger murders Jimin's fiancé and kidnaps him, locking him away with a devil he fears. Yet familiar lullabies and childhood scents begin to haunt the darkness. When the mask finally falls, will the monster from his past become his future husband... or destroy him forever? - top jungkook - bottom jimin - fluff - kidnapping - violence - murder - pregnancy - mature scenes - bp jimin - forced proximity - possessive jungkook - happy ending

Jimin and Jungkook share a bond that feels unbreakable. But Taehyung's jealousy lingers in sharp words and actions. Amid tension and unspoken feelings, the three navigate loyalty, longing, and the edges of love-where friendship, desire, and hearts collide. Waking Up to the Wrong Heart, they must find where their true feelings lie. - Jikook/ Vkook - Jungkook top - Jimin bottom - Taehyung jealousy - Love triangle - Unspoken feelings - Enemies to friends - Romance - Fluff - Angst - Protective Jungkook - Slow burn - Emotional drama - Heart yearning - Happy Ending

Jimin is used to being overlooked, standing in the shadow of his twin and asking for nothing. When Jungkook, his older step-uncle, starts showing him steady kindness and quiet support, it feels unfamiliar - almost unsettling. Jungkook is certain about one thing: Jimin deserves to be seen. The only question is whether Jimin will let himself believe it.

A rainy accident binds a guarded director to a dangerously devoted heir. Desire turns obsessive, control turns tender-but can love born from collision ever be safe? tags - - obsession - dark-romance - toxic-love - possessiveness - emotional-trauma - enemies-to-lovers - corporate-setting - power-dynamics - manipulation - slow-redemption - healing-arc - angst - happy ending

The sprawling campus of Seoul National University buzzed under late-summer sun-students rushing between lecture halls, laughter echoing from the quad, the faint scent of coffee and pheromones mixing in the air. Jeon Jungkook, third-year alpha majoring in kinesiology (pre-med track because his parents expected nothing less), cut through the crowd like a shadow. Tall, broad-shouldered, inked arms flexing under his black hoodie, dark eyes scanning ahead with habitual disinterest. He didn't need to posture; his scent-dark cedar edged with storm-did the work for him. Most omegas steered clear. Most alphas respected the space. Park Jimin was the exception. Jimin-second-year dance major, omega with porcelain skin, soft pink hair that fell in waves, and curves that made even beta professors stutter-had never steered clear. Not since their disastrous first-year orientation when Jungkook, late and irritated, had accidentally knocked Jimin's iced latte all over his white shirt. "You could at least say sorry," Jimin had snapped, cheeks flushed, scent spiking sweet like ripe peaches and vanilla. Jungkook had stared-cold, unblinking-then muttered, "Buy a new one," and walked away. Jimin had hated him ever since. Now, two years later, fate (or the university's cruel housing algorithm) had thrown them together again: roommates because every other option was full.