Title: Forced To Be His Yoongi was everything soft in a cruel world - kind, gentle, and pure. A boy who believed in love... but never in fear. Jimin was the opposite. Cold. Dangerous. A mafia king no one dared to challenge. When he wants something, he takes it - no matter the cost. And this time... he wants Yoongi. "I don't love you," Yoongi cried, his voice breaking. Jimin smirked, stepping closer, eyes dark with obsession. "You have to, heartbeat." "NEVER!" Yoongi shouted, tears falling. The smirk only grew wider. "I will force you." "You can't..." Yoongi whispered, anger and fear mixing. But in a world ruled by power, control, and obsession... does Yoongi really have a choice? Or will he be forced to love the man who refuses to let him go? A story of dark love, obsession, pain, and a heart that refuses to surrender... until it starts to break.

In a world where past lives refuse to stay buried, love becomes a curse and enemies wear familiar faces... Park Jimin was just trying to survive. After losing his job, his dignity shattered along with his dreams, he stood in the middle of the cold, uncaring road-alone, broken, and on the verge of collapse. But fate had other plans... dark ones. Because someone was watching him. From the shadows. Someone who had waited-not days, not years-but a thousand years. A man in a black hoodie, face hidden, eyes filled with something far more dangerous than anger... revenge. As Jimin struggles to breathe through his pain, the man finally steps forward-slow, calm, terrifying. "Jimin hyung you can't run from me," the man said, watching him camera's, his voice low and chilling as he took in Jimin's helpless state. Jimin, shaken and confused, could barely stand when the stranger came closer, stopping right in front of him. "Remember me, Jimin hyungie... it's been 1000 years. We didn't get close, huh?" the man said with a smirk that didn't reach his eyes. Fear crept into Jimin's veins. "Who the fuck are you? I don't know what is happening!" The man's expression darkened, his voice turning cold as death itself. "How would you know what's happening... when you killed me 1000 years ago for your so-called lover, huh?" And just like that, Jimin's world begins to crumble once again-this time, not from loss... ...but from the sins of a forgotten past. Who is this man? Why does his presence feel so familiar... yet so dangerous? And what happens when hatred, betrayal, and a love that once existed collide again in this lifetime? Because some stories don't end... They repeat.

Jimin was returning home after a long day of work. He worked as a caretaker in an orphanage, earning barely enough to survive. His life was far from luxurious, but he endured it silently. As he walked through the deserted street, his footsteps abruptly halted. A man was standing in the shadows, ruthlessly murdering someone. Jimin instantly recoiled in horror as the stranger drove a knife deep into the lifeless body without the slightest hesitation. His breath hitched, and terror coursed through his veins. Panicking, Jimin hurried behind a tree, covering his mouth to suppress any sound. After a few moments, he cautiously peeked out, attempting to convince himself that the man had already left. But the street was empty. Jimin squeezed his eyes shut, trying to steady his trembling body. A few seconds later, he slowly opened them- -and froze. The man was standing directly in front of him. So close that Jimin could feel his warm breath brushing against his face. His entire body stiffened with fear. The stranger smirked darkly before leaning closer. "My name is Min Yoongi," he murmured in a dangerously smooth voice. "What's yours, baby boy?" he asked while tightly gripping Jimin's waist .

POV The music was loud, lights flashing, bodies moving- but one voice cut through everything. "Everyone look! This motherfucker man isn't giving me my money!" Jimin shouted, anger burning in his eyes. The man scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "You didn't do your work properly, babyboy." Jimin's face turned red with fury. "You bitch saying I didn't satisfy you? I know what you wanted... and I'm not doing that. You kept touching me indirectly and I still stayed quiet!" Before things could escalate, the crowd shifted. A man walked in. All black. Calm. Dangerous. The air itself seemed to freeze as Min Yoongi stepped forward, a smirk playing on his lips. "I can give you money as much as you want... pretty boy but you have satisfy me ." For a second, silence. Then Jimin smirked back-challenging, fearless. And in that moment... the devil found his chaos. Possession turns into obsession. Control turns into something far more dangerous. In a house ruled by a psycho devil mafia... Jimin isn't the victim. He's the storm. "You wanted a wife, devil..." "Now deal with the consequences

Everyone in the underworld fears Min Yoongi, the cold and ruthless mafia king. His name alone is enough to make enemies tremble. But the real mystery of his empire... is his wife. Park Jimin - beautiful, charming, and dangerously unpredictable. People think he is just Yoongi's pretty husband who stays quietly beside him. They couldn't be more wrong. Behind that innocent smile hides a man who can manipulate, threaten, and destroy anyone who dares to touch what belongs to him. Yoongi rules the mafia world with power. Jimin rules it with elegance and danger

Jimin - hate you . POV Yoongi was beating Jimin badly, pulling his hair and pushing him hard against the wall, leaving him weak and almost lifeless. And yet, Yoongi simply leaned in, pressing kisses to his lips and neck and start unbuttoning his shirt buttons. The words fall from Jimin's lips like a final truth-raw, broken, and filled with everything he can't hold in anymore. Yoongi doesn't flinch. "Hate me as much as you want, heartbeat..." Because to him, this was never about love. It was about loss. Jimin didn't just walk into his life-he ruined it. Took everything Yoongi ever had, everything he ever cared about, and left nothing but ashes behind. Dreams shattered. Trust destroyed. A life that could never be rebuilt. And now... Jimin stands in front of him like nothing happened. Like he didn't steal Yoongi's entire world. Yoongi's hatred isn't loud. It's quiet. Dangerous. The kind that doesn't fade-it festers, growing deeper with every breath Jimin takes. Every word between them is a wound. Every moment... a reminder of what was lost. Jimin hates him. Yoongi hates him more. And somewhere between revenge, pain, and shattered hearts... They're both trapped in something far worse than love.