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Als wäre es nicht schon schlimm genug, dass sein Vater eine neue Frau fand und mit dieser nun auch zusammen zieht, muss dieses Weib auch noch ihren Sohn mit in die neue Wohnung nehmen.... ... und dieser macht Jungkook nicht nur das Leben zur Hölle, sondern stellt auch noch seine Sexualität in Frage. ────────── ✘ VKooK ✘ ✘ Smut ✘ ✘ Tae ! Top ✘ ──────────

Y/N never wanted to marry Jeon Jungkook, global superstar and single father of two. But when her brother, Seokjin, pleads with her to step in and help, she agrees - not out of love, but out of duty. Jungkook's heart still belongs to his late wife, the only woman he ever intended to share his life and home with. Cold and distant, he makes it clear to Y/N that she will never replace her. His son, Minjae, is wary and rebellious, while his daughter, Hana, clings to memories too fragile to hold onto. For Y/N, the marriage is a sacrifice. She has lived with heartbreak herself, her first love long gone, leaving behind only dreams of motherhood she thought she'd never fulfill. Now, thrust into a world of grief, fame, and family, she must find her place in a home that doesn't want her. But as days turn into weeks, bonds begin to form in the quietest of moments - a bedtime story, a shared meal, a comfort during tears. And slowly, against Jungkook's resistance and Y/N's own fears, something begins to shift. This is not a love story born out of choice, but of second chances, healing, and the courage to open a heart once broken.

"Stay away from me." "But...Why..." "Just leave me alone, don't ever try to contact with me." "Why...? I thought you love me..." "Who? Me? Nah... I am just playing with you." ~~~~~~~~ It's not as boring as it may look like...(hopefully ?) Well...okay...It's a bit boring and lame at first but I feel like the later chapters are better...so please give it a shot?.... ? Taekook is the main dish along with namjin and yoonmin as side dishes. I j-hope you enjoy! P.S.- I changed two things...if you know, you know 🥴 Highest ranking~~~ # 281 in fanfiction # 87 in gay # 9 in Tae # 1 in taekookfanfiction and vkookfanfiction # 12 in toptae #20 in bottomkook # 4 in btsau # 42 in kimtaehyung # 14 in kookie # 73 in vkook # 66 in taekook # 60 in jeonjungkook # 68 in yoonmin # 55 in namjin # 37 in player Completed - Aug 2018

"Let me simplify this for you, Y/N-shi," Jungkook says getting dangerously close, while he continues to ignore your eyes that shoot dangers. "You do as I say. I am your boss!" START : 01/09/2018 FINISH: 31/12/2018 Highest Ranking: #1 K-pop #1 jeonjungkook #4 kimtaehyung #7 Fanfiction

"I don't wanna be your friend. I wanna kiss your neck" ---🔞Smut Warning & Strong Language🔞--- 18 year old Sakura finds that living in the city isn't all what it promised. With little friends and a quiet social life, interesting isn't exactly the word to use when describing her life. She's always been a good girl, never one to fall into the wrong crowd or make dangerous decisions. But when parkour jumper Jungkook appears on her building rooftop one night, temptation begins to take over. Avoiding him is difficult, but then again can you blame her. After all. It's difficult not to run into someone when you start to date their roommate..

❝You mean, both of us can get benefit out of this thing?❞ "That's literally the reason people call it FWB," he sighs, tired with your innocent ramblings. "FWB?" You question, confused. Shrouding your smirk behind the tilt of your head, you continue acting oblivious. "Friends-with-benefits, you know that, don't you?" The lines on his forehead show how bothered he was by this. Everyone your age ought to know friends-with-benefits, right? "That's really a lot considering you don't even treat me as a proper friend. Can't it be called something more simple? I don't want to feel like I'm taking benefit of somebody. We can call it sex exchange? Or sexchange?" You smile proudly, coming up with it on the spot. He remains numb, staring dead ahead like always. The familiar expression of his coldness replaces his handsome features once again. So cold, a learned shudder passes down your spine. He's a snowman, he's an iceberg, always so fucking cold. Your insides prick when the expression replaces the rare mood of him wanting to talk. Talking with him is no different than talking to an inanimate object. "Fine, sexchange." "So, you agree? You'll dat- fake date me?" "I'll fuck you. That's it." *** ➼ mature content. ➼ smuts, angst, fluff, love, softness, jealousy and a cold jungkook who can fuck you harder than he hurts you.

Prologue Before the world called them iconic- they were just two exhausted people standing under artificial rain. One was a global superstar trying to prove he could tell a story beyond music. The other was an actress famous for becoming everyone except herself. They met because of a song. A chaotic music video. Explosions. Arguments. Flooded subway cars. Love loud enough to survive disaster. At first, it was only acting. Stolen glances written into a script. Hands touching because the director said so. Chemistry manufactured beneath cameras and studio lights. But somewhere between dance rehearsals and sleepless conversations- between teasing smiles and emotional scenes- something real began growing quietly underneath the performance. Slow. Dangerous. Impossible to ignore. The strange thing about love is that it rarely arrives grandly. Sometimes it starts with: a shared umbrella a badly timed joke a voice message at 3AM someone remembering how you take your coffee Sometimes it starts with one person looking at another and realizing: there you are. This is not the story of perfect people. This is the story of two artists learning how to be ordinary with each other. Of choosing someone again and again despite distance, pressure, exhaustion, and fear. Of finding home inside another person unexpectedly. And it all began with seven days. Seven nights. And a girl with two faces.

"did you just draw a dick on my face?" Min Soojung was more than textbook perfect-- she's independant, crazy smart, and most of all: competitive. That's until the day her full score was smugly ruined by a hot-headed bad boy, who aces all his subjects. It's annoying, it's frustrating, and most of all, he's....strangely obsessed...with her rough edges? Will she be able to keep up her honor student streak, or will she let the gates run free of his inevitable growing charms? Highest ranking: #1 in FANFICTION [Featured in global and local news in SPH, Mothership, TodayOnline, Singapore's Writers Festival and others]