ADDICTION (Taekook)
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  • Reads 4,800
  • Votes 186
  • Parts 42
  • Time 5h 42m
Ongoing, First published May 10, 2024
Mature
"Trust me darling I will keep you here by your will or by force. I will not compromise your safety. Because you are mine and no one looks at what is mine" he whispered in my ear with his deap authoritative voice and I was too shocked to even react.


.................... 

Jeon Jungkook the leader of worlds biggest Italian mafia la morte Mafia. He have it all he is handsome,  extremely rich, most feared and extremely powerful no one can speak against him. He is the devil, he is the god of hell. 

Kim Taehyung the most deadly assassin. He is Persephone "the queen of the underworld". However saw him get lost in his beauty but he is a nightmare dressed like a day dream. He is feisty, handsome and feared. 

What will happen when these two cross path?  

Will they be able to resist each other? 

It will be the end or beginning of a new love story ?



Taekook Fan Fiction 💜

⬆️Top: Jungkook 
⬇️Bottom: Taehyung
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