What will happen when twenty-year-old 𝗝𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸 falls in love with a thirty-four-year-old prostitute who was once sold by his father, 𝗝𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗴𝘂𝗸? _____ "Let me go... Please! My Jungguk is outside... let me go to him!!" Taehyung begged, tears in his eyes. "Your Jungguk has sold you here!!" _____ 𝗞𝗶𝗺 𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴, now the head of the prostitution world, was sitting in his bathtub in front of a teacher, Jeon Jungkook, who stood there, looking away nervously, which made Taehyung smirk. "Your father would be so proud to see his son grown up... wild." Taehyung said, his eyes trailing down to Jungkook's pants. _____ "How can my son marry a prostitute?" Mrs. Jeon asked, glancing at Kim Taehyung. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying to your son, Mrs. Jeon. How can he marry a prostitute?" Taehyung said, pain clear in his voice. _____ "Don't love me this much, Jungkook... please, don't. I have nothing to give you. The beauty you've fallen for... it will fade soon, and my body... it's already been ruined by many, including your father" Taehyung said, teary-eyed 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 : Heavy angst, Smut, Age gap, Mpreg, Slow burn 𝗧𝗼𝗽 𝗞𝗼𝗼𝗞↑ 𝗣𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗩𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺↓ ⚠️ All characters are fictional and unrelated to real-life people.

"If you can't be mine..." Jungkook paused. His voice dropped, quieter, colder, as he picked up the knife. A sinister smile slowly spread across his lips as his eyes locked onto Taehyung....who sat there, breath uneven, chest rising and falling too fast, the air barely reaching his lungs. "...then you have to die," he finished, as though it were nothing more than a simple truth. Taehyung's breathing grew heavier, shallow, restrained. His hands were bound tightly to the chair, rope biting into his skin, but even with death standing right in front of him, he didn't look away. He didn't beg. He didn't break. His gaze stayed fixed...steady, defiant....staring straight at the man who held his fate so casually. Jungkook tilted his head slightly, amused. The smile on his face widened, almost fascinated by the lack of fear Taehyung showed. He stepped closer, slow, deliberate, until he was right in front of him. Then he leaned down, placing both hands on the armrests of the chair, caging Taehyung in completely, leaving no space, no escape. His presence alone felt suffocating. "You have two options,Dove," he murmured, the nickname rolling off his tongue with a softness that didn't match the situation. Taehyung's eyes hardened at that. The word only fueled his anger, his jaw tightening as he glared back. Jungkook leaned back slightly, watching him, then raised the knife and pressed it flat against Taehyung's neck. The cold metal kissed his skin, unmoving....but threatening enough to send a sharp shiver down his spine. "Me... or death," Jungkook said, his lips curling into a slow smirk. For a moment, everything stilled. Taehyung's eyes filled with tears....not out of fear, but something deeper, something heavier.......a hope for redemption.One tear slipped down his cheek, silent, unhurried. His lips parted. "Death."

✅ COMPLETED ✅ Story of two different being who drive each other insane with their mere presence. The love story which will begin with taehyung and jungkook hating each other with the every fibre of their being to end up falling dangerously for each other. ................ Jk👆 Tae👇

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