One Rule: Don't Fall ||JJK

One Rule: Don't Fall ||JJK

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Last published Sat, Jun 6, 2026

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"cum for me ril" He said. His rough yet silky honey voice brushing past my soft skin "Make my fingers dirty, ril baby" _______ Friends with benefits There was only one rule. Don't fall. Aurelia Arthur has everything under control. Her grades, her reputation, her future. Love? She doesn't have time for it. Relationships are messy, distracting, and always end in heartbreak. Jeon Jungkook is the last person she'd ever expect to make a deal with. Quiet. Brilliant. Mysterious. The campus nerd who keeps to himself and somehow gets under her skin. What starts as a simple arrangement quickly becomes something neither of them planned for. No labels. No commitment. No feelings. Just fun. At least, that's what they tell themselves. But stolen glances turn into sleepless nights. Casual touches become impossible to forget. And when jealousy, secrets, and undeniable attraction enter the picture, the line between friends and something more begins to blur. The rules were simple. The problem is... No one ever taught them how to stop falling. ━━━ ✦ ━━━ A college romance filled with tension, chemistry, late-night conversations, jealousy, and two people who swore they'd never fall in love. One Rule: Don't Fall We agreed to everything. Except falling for each other.

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