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Gold-laced vows - Jm ft. JH

PAIRING: Jimin x fem!reader ft. Hobi GENRE: dark romance | thriller | morally grey characters | SYNOPSIS: Y/N comes from a simple background and becomes assistant to the chairman of Park Enterprise. Despite her initial lack of interest in the chairman's son, Jimin, she agrees to marry him after being offered a promotion. However, as she rises in luxury and status, she finds herself caught between two men: Jimin, who desperately wants her affection, and Hoseok, the mysterious partner who challenges her convictions. WC: 7.1k

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You woke up to the same dull ceiling, the same heavy sigh escaping your lips as the weight of your reality sank in again. Another day, another schedule, another cycle of pretending this life didn't exhaust you.

You were tired 'done', of living the life of a middle-class daughter, constantly balancing between duty and disappointment. Your mother stayed home, handling every chore like it was her silent burden. Your father worked, but his earnings were just enough to keep the lights on. Never more. Never enough for you to truly breathe.

You got what you needed but never what you wanted and in quiet moments, you caught yourself dreaming wishing you were born into wealth, where desires didn't need to be spoken out loud. Where everything came to you with the snap of a perfectly manicured finger.

But dreams were all they ever were.

You sat at the table, half-heartedly chewing on your breakfast as your mind wandered to last night's dinner with Mr. Sim and his secretary. The restaurant had been luxurious, the food decadent, every bite a reminder of the life you didn't have. The taste of it still lingered, not on your tongue, but in the ache in your chest. You craved that kind of life not just the food, but the ease, the privilege, the power.

Just as you stood to leave, your mother's voice called from behind.

"What should I cook for dinner?" You didn't even turn around. "Anything is fine," you replied.

But the truth was, it didn't matter. It never did. No matter what she made, no matter how full your stomach was your heart was always empty.

----

You reached your desk at the office, forcing yourself into the rhythm of your work, burying yourself in files, numbers, reports anything to numb the longing inside you. But that numbness didn't last long, a familiar presence approached, light footsteps and that overly cheerful voice.

"Jimin-ssi, I'm busy," you muttered before even looking up.

It was Park Jimin. Ever since you joined Park Enterprises, he had been the persistent thorn in your side. Relentless, flirtatious and annoyingly sweet. Always asking you out, always hovering around, like a moth to a flame you were trying hard not to become.

"You've been working non-stop," he said, his voice laced with that signature playfulness. "Why not grab a coffee with me?"

You finally looked up, just in time to catch him miming a coffee gesture, lips curled into a soft pout.

You rolled your eyes. "I said I can't," you snapped, sharper than you intended, turning back to your screen.

Jimin lingered by your desk like he had all the time in the world, completely ignoring the pointed glares you shot at him. You tried to focus tried to drown him out with the clacking of your keyboard, but he just wouldn't budge.

"You know," he said, casually tracing his finger along the edge of your desk, "you really should smile more. I'm sure it wouldn't kill you."

"And maybe you should work more," you snapped, not bothering to look at him, "since you seem to have nothing better to do."

He let out a short laugh, shamelessly unfazed. "Ah, but watching you reject me every day is much more entertaining than paperwork."

You rolled your eyes so hard it nearly gave you a headache. "Have you ever heard of boundaries?"

He leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a whisper. "Only when they're fun to cross."

You scoffed, pushing your chair back slightly, just enough to create space between the two of you. "I'm not interested, Jimin-shii. Not yesterday, not today or tomorrow either."

His eyes gleamed with mischief, but there was a hint of something else something unreadable. "That's okay," he said, shrugging. "I've got time."

You furrowed your brows. "Time for what?"

"To change your mind."

Before you could fire back a response, he placed a tiny, wrapped candy on your desk a strawberry one, your favorite, though you had no idea how he knew that and gave you a wink.

"In case you need something sweet during your boring work." And with that, he walked away, hands in his pockets, head tilted back like he ruled the damn building. You stared at the candy, you wanted to toss it. But instead, you slid it into your drawer.

----

"You did a great job, Miss Kim. Mr. Park was really impressed after reviewing your work," your senior colleague said, offering you a nod of approval.

You smiled politely, bowing your head slightly in gratitude.

"Thank you. But it was all thanks to our team. I'm just glad Mr. Park liked the project outcome." He gave a small laugh.

"Well, Mr. Park was particularly impressed with your contributions. He'd like to meet you."

You blinked.

"He... wants to meet me?"

You couldn't help the slight frown that tugged at your brows. The CEO of Park Company rarely involved himself personally with employees, especially someone at your level. You weren't exactly at the top of the food chain. Just another hardworking face in the crowd. Still, you nodded, hiding your nerves beneath a polite smile.

"Alright. I'll go meet him now."

Minutes later, you found yourself standing outside the CEO's office an imposing door of dark wood, with a gold-plated nameplate that seemed to weigh heavier than it looked. You took a deep breath before knocking lightly and stepping inside.

Mr. Park looked up from a folder, offering you a warm, businesslike smile. "Miss Kim. Please, come in."

You returned the smile with a polite nod and walked in, taking a seat across from him as he gestured toward the chair. "Thank you for meeting me, sir."

He leaned back slightly, folding his hands on the desk. "I've gone through the recent project the client strategy pitch for the Jeon account. The reports say you handled most of the structural framework and final presentation formatting?"

You nodded. "Yes, I was responsible for organizing the timeline breakdown, and I collaborated with the content team on the pitch narrative. It was very much a team effort."

Mr. Park gave a thoughtful nod. "I could tell. But your coordination and detailing stood out. Your strategic breakdown was clean, your risk analysis was thorough and more importantly, your presentation was sharp and easy to sell."

Your heart fluttered slightly at the unexpected praise. "Thank you, sir. I tried to keep the structure simple but impactful."

"That's exactly what impressed me." He paused, then added, "We need minds like that as we expand our executive projects this quarter."

You raised your brows slightly. "I appreciate that, sir."

Mr. Park glanced at a document on his desk before speaking again, this time with a more curious tone. "Tell me, Miss Kim, how long have you been with us?"

"Just over a year now."

"Hmm. And have you ever considered moving upward?" The question hung in the air casual in tone, but heavy in implication. You weren't sure what to say, not yet.

"To be honest, sir... I haven't thought about it seriously yet," you said, meeting his gaze respectfully. "But if I truly have the potential to take on more responsibility, then yes, I'd be willing to grow in the future."

Mr. Park nodded slowly, lips curving ever so slightly. "That's a good answer. Cautious, but open. I like that."

You gave a slight smile, a polite one, the kind that carried the weight of professionalism and just a hint of quiet ambition. "Thank you, sir. I've still got a lot to learn, but I'm willing to work for it."

He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. "That mindset will take you far." With that, he glanced at his watch, a subtle sign that your meeting had reached its end. You stood, bowing your head respectfully. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Park."

"Keep working hard, Miss Kim."

—

As you stepped out of the office and the heavy door shut behind you, you let out the breath you hadn't realized you were holding. The hallway was quieter now, the distant buzz of the office returning to your ears. You started walking back to your desk, a strange calm washing over you.

Not nervous or excited but something in between. You didn't know why the CEO wanted to speak to you personally, and you weren't going to overthink it. Maybe it really was just about your work. Maybe it was a good sign.

Either way, you weren't going to let your guard down just yet. Not in a company like this. You passed by a few co-workers in the corridor, nodding politely. Your thoughts, however, remained elsewhere.

"If I truly have the potential..."The words echoed in your mind. You weren't going to chase power blindly but if the door opened, you'd walk through it.

----

Another day, another disruption. You were buried in work, eyes glued to your screen, when the now-familiar voice chimed in, laced with playful charm that you'd grown used to ignoring.

"Miss Kim~"

You didn't bother looking up. "Jimin-shii, I'm working," you said flatly, your fingers continuing to fly across the keyboard. But, of course, he didn't take the hint. He never did. Instead, he placed a neatly wrapped chocolate bar on the edge of your desk, the same one you'd casually picked from the vending machine last week. You paused, briefly glancing at it before returning to your task.

"Are you tracking my snacks now?" you asked, not bothering to hide the edge in your tone.

"Just observant," he said with a grin. "You make it easy. "You sighed. "Don't you have anything better to do?"

"Not really," he replied, far too quickly. "Not when you're around."

Typical Jimin persistent, annoying, and far too comfortable with teasing you like you were the highlight of his boring day. You ignored him until, at last, he wandered off down the hallway, probably off to charm someone else.

That's when Mina, your coworker who sat a few desks away and had been quietly watching the daily routine of Jimin's flirting and your rejections, leaned over, her voice laced with curiosity.

"You know, Y/N," she said, keeping her voice low, "I've always wondered why you're so cold to Mr. Park's son."

You blinked. "Mr. Park's... what?"

Mina looked at you like you'd grown two heads. "You're kidding. You didn't know? That's Park Jimin. He's the ceo's son. As in, the Mr. Park."

Your heart stilled, and the air seemed to thicken around you. You stared at the chocolate on your desk, then toward the corridor where he had just disappeared. Your mind replayed every moment you'd dismissed him, every time you'd coldly brushed off his advances, thinking he was just some cocky office guy with too much free time.

You hadn't just brushed off some random flirt. You'd brushed off the CEO's only son. Your breath hitched slightly. So, all this time, the heir to the entire company had been hanging around your desk like a lost puppy, and you had no idea.

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your expression unreadable.

----

Since that day, something shifted, not enough to be obvious, but enough to be noticed.

You weren't suddenly all smiles or interested in Jimin's jokes, but you no longer rolled your eyes the second he approached your desk. You didn't shoo him away instantly or speak with that sharp edge in your voice. Instead, you responded with curt nods, polite words, maybe a faint smile that didn't quite reach your eyes.

And Jimin noticed.

He wasn't used to that version of you. For weeks, he'd gotten used to rejection clean, consistent, and sharp. But now? You were unpredictable. When he brought coffee, you didn't reject it, you accepted it with a small "thank you," barely meeting his gaze. When he asked you how your day was going, you gave him a real answer. Short, but real.

Yet, no matter how many small kindnesses you offered, there was still a wall invisible, but firm. You never encouraged him. You never lingered in conversation. And when he leaned in a little too close or let his gaze wander a little too long, you gently reminded him: "We're still at work, Jimin-shii."

That shii- the formality of it, lingered like a warning. But to him, you were suddenly a mystery he couldn't stop chasing.

Just when Jimin thought you were finally opening up to him letting your walls down, sharing more than just polite replies he made the mistake of hoping too much. That hope carried him to his father's office, heart racing as he confessed that he wanted to marry you. He wasn't asking for permission. He was declaring it.

That very evening, you were called into Mr. Park's office once again. His smile was polite but unreadable, his fingers laced together as he said, "Jimin told me that he wants to marry you."

You sat straight, not shocked, you had anticipated this but quiet for a moment.

"If you want me to marry your son," you said evenly, eyes meeting his without hesitation, "then I want something in return."

His brows lifted in faint amusement. "And what would that be?"

"I want to be promoted. A higher position in the company, something that reflects the role you're asking me to take. Make me the secretary to the CEO. If Jimin's going to be the CEO I want to stay next to him as a secretary"

Mr. Park leaned back slightly in his chair; lips pressed into a thoughtful line. "Jimin isn't the CEO yet," he said after a pause. "I still am. And my father- the chairman- still holds the reins." He looked at you again, eyes narrowing slightly, as if assessing your boldness. "But I could make you, my secretary. Directly under me."

You nodded once. "Then I accept. I'll marry your son."

A silence hung in the room. It wasn't romantic. It wasn't sentimental. It was a transaction clean, calculated, and quietly dangerous and outside that room, Jimin waited, clueless to the deal that had just sealed both your fates.

Later that night, you sat across the small dining table with your parents, the steam from the dinner untouched, curling into the silence. You cleared your throat. "There's something I have to tell you." Your mother immediately looked up, your father pausing with his chopsticks mid-air. 

"I... received a marriage proposal." Their expressions froze in confusion.

"A proposal?" your father echoed. "From whom?"

"It's someone from work," you replied casually, not meeting their eyes. "He's a good person, someone I like."

Your mother frowned. "Y/N, this is too sudden. You never mentioned anyone before."You smiled softly, feigning a bit of shyness, "I didn't want to say anything until it became serious."

"But marriage? That too in this way? Are you sure about this, sweetheart?" your father asked, the concern in his voice deepening.

You nodded, forcing conviction into your voice. "Yes. I like him. I really do." It was a lie but one they needed to hear. Because the truth was far less romantic and far more strategic. After a long silence, your mother finally gave a reluctant nod. "If you truly like him, then we trust you."Just like that, your parents' resistance dissolved unaware that you weren't marrying for love, but for leverage.

----

"Do you think this color suits her?" Jimin asked, holding up an ivory hanbok embroidered with soft gold threads. His eyes flickered to your mother, who smiled warmly, then to you, where they lingered a little too long, a little too fond.

"She'd look beautiful in anything," your mother said, proud. Your father gave a small nod of agreement, though his expression still held quiet uncertainty. You forced a polite smile, the weight of your carefully constructed lie tightening around your chest. Jimin grinned, stepping closer to you as you shifted through fabric samples.

"You said yes quicker than I expected," he whispered low enough for only you to hear, leaning slightly toward you. "Makes me wonder how long you were crushing on me before I even noticed."

You gave a soft scoff, stepping away. "Don't flatter yourself."

He chuckled, unbothered. "Too late. I already feel special."

Your mother caught the interaction, eyes twinkling. "You two seem very comfortable already," she commented.

You glanced away, pretending to be busy admiring a veil. Comfortable wasn't the word. Calculated, maybe. Strategic.

Jimin looped his arm with yours, and you let him. You had to. His touch was gentle 'warm' and entirely undeserved. He had no idea. No idea this marriage was a transaction. That your heart wasn't racing out of love but out of control.

Yet, he looked at you like you were his whole world. That was the scariest part.

----

It had been two months since the wedding.

Jimin was good to you too good, maybe. Always gentle, always present, always pouring out sweet nothings like they carried the weight of gold. He'd hold your hand during breakfast, send you flowers in the middle of meetings, kiss your forehead before sleep. The kind of husband anyone would envy.

But to you, it all felt hollow.

The "I love you's" he whispered so tenderly never quite reached your heart. You smiled, nodded, sometimes even echoed them back but none of it ever felt real. Maybe it was guilt. Or maybe, you were still waiting to feel something that wasn't survival.

You tried telling yourself you just needed more time. That love might bloom eventually, even in a marriage born from convenience and ambition.

Work at the company was stable. Mr. Park kept things structured, and your transition into the secretary role was smoother than expected thanks to his patient guidance and the old secretary's support. It kept your mind occupied, your schedule full, your emotions tucked safely away behind paperwork and appointments.

Jimin, however, seemed to treat your marriage like a dream he didn't want to wake up from. He spent more time caring for you than managing his own tasks. You'd find him waiting with coffee during your meetings, popping into your office with no agenda other than to see you smile.

"Jimin," you'd sigh for the fifth time in a day, "you have your own work to do."

"But you're my priority," he'd grin, like that was the sweetest thing he could ever say.

You'd force a smile, suppressing the irritation behind your eyes. No matter how many times you reminded him to focus on the business, he brushed it off with ease. He was drowning in affection and you were drowning in silence.

You had a meeting with Mr. Jung, who had requested to meet you at a restaurant. You hoped this meeting would go well.

___

The restaurant was quiet, an upscale place tucked away from the chaos of the city, the ambiance calm with soft lighting and the delicate hum of background music. You arrived early, just as planned, your nerves still tightly wound despite your best efforts to calm them.

You weren't sure what to expect. Mr. Jung Hoseok, as you'd learned was always professional, but there was something about him that felt different. He wasn't like the others at the company, and that made him dangerous in ways you hadn't quite figured out.

The waiter led you to a private booth at the back of the restaurant, and there, at the table, sat Mr. Jung. He was already waiting, his posture relaxed yet authoritative, eyes scanning through papers on the table.

When he saw you approach, his lips curved into a soft smile.

"Miss Kim," he said, standing up to greet you. His voice was warm, genuine. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting."

You shook your head. "No, not at all. I was early."

He gestured to the chair opposite him, and you took your seat. His eyes lingered for a moment, the look subtle but piercing like he could read every thought in your mind. But there was no judgment, just calm interest.

"I wanted to discuss the recent project," he began, sliding a folder across the table. "But I also thought it would be a good opportunity for us to get to know each other better, outside of work."

You nodded, pretending to focus on the papers, but you couldn't shake the feeling that something more was about to unfold. This wasn't just business. You felt his gaze once again, and despite your best efforts to stay composed, a shiver ran down your spine.

--

The hum of the car engine filled the silence as you sat beside Jimin, your gaze fixed on the blur of city lights passing by. He was talking about something about the wedding of a colleague, or maybe the new office café his voice warm and cheerful as always. But your mind wasn't there.It kept drifting back to the meeting with Mr. Jung.

Hoseok.

There was something about him you couldn't quite place. The way he looked at you calm, curious, unreadable left a strange feeling in your chest. It wasn't attraction. It wasn't fear either. 

It was something in between. Something heavy. Familiar, even. Like the first time you met Jimin, before you knew who he really was. Before you knew what you wanted.

You shifted in your seat, fingers curling slightly in your lap."You okay?" Jimin glanced at you, one hand still on the wheel.

"Hm? Yeah," you replied quickly, forcing a small smile. "Just tired, that's all."

Jimin nodded, not pressing further. He reached over to gently squeeze your hand. "You've been working hard. I'm proud of you."

You nodded silently, eyes back on the road ahead. But your mind was still elsewhere, replaying Hoseok's gaze, the weight of his silence, and the strange, cold chill it left behind.

----

The next morning at work, you were in the hallway, talking with a colleague from the finance department 'Minjae'. He was explaining something about the recent audit when you heard the all-too-familiar sound of shoes echoing down the hall.

"Y/n," Jimin called, voice light but sharp enough to cut the conversation in half.

You turned, offering him a polite smile. "Hey."

His eyes flicked from you to Minjae, then back to you again. "Is everything alright here?"  "Yes," Minjae answered for you with a chuckle. "We were just going over-"

"I wasn't talking to you," Jimin cut in smoothly, still smiling but with a coldness in his tone that made your stomach twist.

Minjae blinked, clearly caught off guard. You cleared your throat. "We were just discussing audit reports, that's all."

Jimin stepped closer to you, placing a hand on the small of your back not aggressively, but firm enough to send a message. "You've had a long week. You shouldn't overwork yourself. I'll walk you back to your office."

You nodded stiffly, giving Minjae a small, apologetic glance before letting Jimin guide you away. Once you were out of earshot, you sighed. "That was unnecessary, Jimin."

He looked down at you, smile gone. "I don't like the way he looks at you." You frowned. "We were just talking. You can't act like that in the office."

"I can and I will if it means protecting what's mine. "You stopped walking, heart skipping. "What's yours?" He leaned in, voice low, possessive. "You. 

You're my wife. Don't forget that." You looked away, jaw tight, emotions coiling deep in your chest.

It had been a few weeks since you first met Mr. Jung. Working with him had become a routine attending meetings together, coordinating on joint projects, and occasionally exchanging formal pleasantries. But his lingering gazes and flirtatious remarks made you increasingly uncomfortable. Yes, he was undeniably charming, and maybe others found it flattering but you didn't. You already had Jimin, and you didn't want anyone else. Not like that.

That evening at home, the atmosphere was unusually heavy. You were sitting in your shared living room when Jimin finally broke the silence.

"It's been months since we got married, but you still don't show any interest in me," he said, his voice low.

You looked up from your glass of water, the weight of his words pressing on your chest. "Jimin... you know I'm trying."

He let out a bitter laugh, then shook his head. "No, you keep pushing me away. Whenever I try to hug you, kiss you, even just sit beside you, you act like I'm a stranger."

His voice trembled toward the end, revealing more hurt than frustration. You didn't respond immediately. What could you even say? That he was right? That even now, something inside you still hadn't allowed your heart to follow your decision?

"I just, need some time," you mumbled, grabbing your coat.

"Time?" Jimin asked, confused, stepping toward you.

"Yeah. Just a little. I need to clear my head," you said, already stepping into your shoes. You didn't wait for a reply as you shut the door behind you, your chest tightening with guilt but also relief.

The night air was cool, a breeze brushing your face as you wandered the streets aimlessly. Eventually, you found yourself standing in front of a quiet, tucked-away street bar its flickering neon sign barely hanging on. You slid onto one of the stools and ordered a drink, letting the sharp taste of soju sting your throat.

Minutes passed.

"Rough night?" a voice said beside you. You turned slightly to see Hoseok taking the seat next to yours, flashing you a knowing smile.

"You could say that," you muttered, looking away.

"I figured. You looked like someone trying to escape the world for a bit."

You gave a weak chuckle. "Something like that. "He ordered a drink for himself before glancing back at you. "Let me guess, husband troubles?"

You didn't answer right away, but the silence between you said enough. "It's... complicated," you finally murmured. "Jimin is sweet, he really is. But I feel like I'm suffocating. He gives so much, and I- I don't know what I feel."

Hoseok raised a brow, lips curling into a smirk. "That's marriage for you, huh? A little love, a little confusion, and a lot of pretending."

That made you laugh genuinely. You took another sip of your drink, the corners of your lips lifting slightly.

"You always know what to say, don't you?"

"I do try," he said, eyes sparkling. "Especially when it gets you to smile like that."

"Alright, that's enough for tonight," Hoseok said, setting down your glass before you could reach for another shot.

"Heyyy- I'm not done," you slurred, swaying slightly on the stool with a lazy smile. "I can still drink more."

"You've already had enough to knock out a grown man, Y/N," he said with a chuckle, standing from his seat. "Come on, let me take you home."

"I don't need a babysitter," you muttered, attempting to stand on your own, only to stumble. His hand shot out, gripping your arm gently but firmly, steadying you.

"Yeah, clearly," he teased, his tone soft. "Let's go. You'll thank me tomorrow." Reluctantly, you let him guide you out of the bar. The cool air hit your face and made your head spin slightly, but Hoseok stayed close, one hand on your back, making sure you didn't fall over.

"I can walk," you muttered, trying to break away from his grip.

"Oh yeah? In a zig-zag pattern maybe," he smirked. "Come on, your palace awaits."

After a few more stubborn protests and one near trip over your own feet, you gave up and let him lead you toward his car parked nearby. The ride was quiet, apart from your occasional sleepy mumbling and his low chuckles at your half-formed thoughts.

He didn't drive up to the front of your house just parked around the corner.

"I figured it's better not to be seen," he said, unbuckling your seatbelt for you gently. "Wouldn't want your prince charming getting jealous, yeah?"

You blinked up at him. "You're actually... nice."

"I know. Terrible for my image," he grinned, stepping out to open the door for you. "Now come on. Think you can make it inside without collapsing?"

"Maybe," you murmured, leaning on him more than you wanted to admit as he helped you down the street.

When you reached your door, he didn't come closer. Just watched from a distance.

"Go inside, Y/N," he said, his voice suddenly quieter, almost serious.

You turned, glancing at him, his figure tall against the night sky, lit faintly by the porch light. "You're not as bad as I thought," you said, smiling sleepily.

"And you're not as cold as you pretend to be," he said back, eyes locking with yours for a moment too long.

----

The next encounter came quicker than expected. You were leaving the building late in the evening after a long meeting when you saw him leaning against his car near the back entrance as if he knew you'd be here. As if he was waiting.

"Going home already?" Hoseok asked, stepping closer. His tone was teasing, but his eyes were sharper than before, lingering.

Your heart skipped, just for a second. "What are you doing here?" you asked, adjusting your coat.

"Wanted to see you," he said casually. "Maybe take you for a drive. You know... relax you a little."

"I'm married," you reminded him, almost like a warning.

"And yet you still smile like that when I'm around," he said, eyes locked on yours. "So what does that tell me?"

You stepped back slightly. "Hoseok..."

"Relax," he said, raising his hands, grin still playing on his lips. "I'm not kidnapping you. Not yet."

You froze at the "yet." The way he said it. Then he stepped forward again, and this time his voice dropped a note lower more intimate, almost a whisper.

"I know something's missing in that marriage of yours. You don't have to say it. I see it. I feel it, Y/N." He reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "You crave something real. And he's not giving it to you."

You moved away quickly. "Don't cross that line again." But he just smirked, watching you walk toward your car with a kind of hunger that didn't feel like admiration anymore it felt like obsession and as you drove away, you felt it the heat of his gaze still burning into your back, like a shadow you couldn't shake off.

----

It had been a while since the two of you went out like this just dinner, just the two of you, no work, no interruptions. Jimin had planned it quietly, reserved a rooftop restaurant that overlooked the city skyline. You weren't sure if he did it to impress you or if he was trying to salvage something that had been slipping through his fingers for a while now.

"Do you like it?" he asked, eyes hopeful as he watched you look around at the candlelit setting and the softly playing jazz in the background.

You smiled faintly. "Yeah, it's... really nice."

He reached across the table, gently holding your hand. "I just wanted tonight to be about us. No company talks. No pressure. Just you and me."

You didn't pull your hand away.

Dinner was quiet but comfortable. He made you laugh once or twice reminding you of the reason why you agreed to this marriage in the first place. Jimin was sweet. He was kind. He looked at you like you hung the stars. And a part of you wished you could feel the same intensity back.

Back at home, the mood shifted.

You slipped out of your heels by the door, and Jimin followed you closely behind. His hand reached for yours again.

"Come here," he whispered, pulling you gently into his chest.

You stood still in his arms for a second before he leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your forehead then your cheek. His hands slid carefully along your waist, and his lips moved down to the edge of your jaw.

You stiffened.

"Jimin..." you whispered.

He paused, pulling back only slightly to look into your eyes. "I just want to feel close to you. Is that wrong?"

"No, it's not-" you murmured. "I just... I'm still figuring things out."

He nodded slowly, but his disappointment was obvious. He let go of you gently, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

After his words sank in, something shifted inside you. That wall you built stubborn and cold, brick by brick suddenly didn't feel so necessary. You could see the pain in his eyes. The ache of wanting to be loved by someone who hadn't yet chosen to love him back.

So when he turned away, ready to head to the guest room like he had many nights before, you softly called his name.

"Jimin..."

He stopped, glancing back. Hope flickered in his expression. "Don't go," you said. He hesitated, almost afraid to misread you. "Are you sure?"

You nodded once. "Yeah."

He came closer, gently, like you'd disappear if he moved too fast. You could feel the uncertainty in his steps, like he wasn't used to this version of you unguarded, softer. You leaned into him first, your arms wrapping around his waist, resting your forehead on his shoulder.

"I don't know if I'll ever feel the same way you do," you murmured. "But I want to try. I want to let you in."

Jimin didn't say anything at first. He just held you tighter, like your words were a lifeline. His hands cupped your face, eyes locking onto yours. "That's enough for me. Just let me love you. "And you did. That night, for the first time, you let him in. You didn't flinch when he kissed you. 

You didn't pull away when his fingers brushed your skin. You let yourself feel confused, maybe, but real. His touch was gentle, reverent, like he was memorizing you.

----

Months had quietly slipped by, and while everything around you looked pristine neatly framed wedding photos, shared routines, soft smiles over morning coffee, something inside you remained untouched. Jimin was good. Too good. He treated you with such gentle care, showered you with love that felt too heavy to carry. You tried, day after day, to feel the same. You let him in physically, emotionally, piece by piece, but your heart refused to soften. The love he gave, you couldn't return, and the guilt of it chewed at you. You wanted to believe time would fix it. That you'd eventually grow into the role of a loving wife. But nothing changed.

And then came the board meeting.

Mr. Park had finally declared what everyone expected: it was time for Jimin to take over as CEO. You sat in the corner of that polished room, watching everything unfold. This was supposed to be his moment your moment. But Jimin, smiling in that boyish, unbothered way of his, had politely declined. "I'm not ready," he said, as if it didn't mean anything. As if years of building a reputation meant nothing. As if he wasn't the future of this company. The others at the table glanced around awkwardly, but no one questioned it.

You did.

Because deep down, something snapped.

What did you give up your old life for, if not for power, stability, status? You didn't just marry him for love not that you ever had any. You married for security, for a future you never had access to as a middle-class girl always dreaming of something more. And now the man you tied yourself to was letting it all go? You tried to stay quiet. You tried to be composed. But later that evening, something compelled you to dig deeper. A quiet voice inside you begged to know the truth. You got your hands on the shareholder documents nothing official, just what his old secretary discreetly left behind on your desk. And when your eyes landed on the numbers, your blood ran cold.

35%.

That was it. Jimin only owned 35% of the company. The rest? Spread among his father, board members, and silent investors. The empire you thought you married into wasn't his to give. You weren't the wife of a king you were the woman holding hands with the prince who hadn't even earned his crown yet. The same prince who didn't even want the crown.

That night, as Jimin lay curled up beside you, peacefully asleep with his arm draped across your waist, you stared at the ceiling in silence. Every gentle breath he took echoed louder in your head. It wasn't just about love anymore. It was about value. About whether you had made the right trade your freedom for his last name. Your ambition for a promise of a future that he didn't even seem to want.

You turned your back to him in bed and for the first time in a long while, you realized you felt more alone now than you ever did before.

----

You didn't expect to see Hoseok at evening, not at the rooftop bar overlooking the city skyline, where only people with expensive tastes and deeper secrets came to drink. But there he was, leaning back in his tailored suit, a half-smirk curling on his lips as if he'd been waiting for you. 

"Fancy seeing you here," he said smoothly, raising his glass as you sat down, keeping your distance like always. He wasted no time. "So... I heard a little something." He leaned in, lowering his voice like it was gossip passed in the dark.

"Your husband. Jimin. He only has 35% of the company's shares, not even 40. Must've been disappointing, huh?" His words stabbed, not because you were surprised, but because he was right.

You didn't answer, just sipped your drink, eyes fixed on the lights far below.

He didn't stop. "You're smart, Y/N. Too smart to tie yourself to a man who can't even hold the reins. You think they'll ever hand him the full company? With that soft heart of his? His father still puppets him, and the board doesn't respect him. He's a pretty face in a tailored suit nothing more." There was venom beneath Hoseok's charm, but something about his words felt real dangerous.

Then came the shift. He reached out, brushing his fingers over yours where they rested on the glass. "Come with me instead," he said softly. "I have everything he doesn't. The power, the position hell, even the board's loyalty. I could give you more than Jimin ever will. All the luxury, all the control. You'd never have to feel second-tier again."

You stared at him for a long moment, heartbeat slow but cold.

And then you smiled but it didn't reach your eyes. "No," you said quietly. "I don't want to be with a man who sees me as a prize to win over another. I made my choice, Hoseok. Whatever my reasons were, I'm still married. And I don't jump ship just because someone's offering more gold."

His smirk faded. Just a flicker, but you caught it. You stood, brushing imaginary dust from your coat. "Next time you want to talk about power, make sure it doesn't reek of desperation."

And with that, you left him sitting alone drink untouched, ego bruised beneath the cold glow of the rooftop lights.

----

You had been keeping your distance for the past few days early mornings, late evenings, staying buried in work, barely uttering a few words to Jimin that weren't necessary. It wasn't like he hadn't noticed. The soft smiles you used to fake were gone now, your gaze never lingered on him, and you stopped replying to his affectionate messages. He felt it all. The way you brushed past him without a word, the way your side of the bed remained untouched most nights.

That morning, the silence stretched longer than usual. You stood by the kitchen counter, dressed and ready for the office far earlier than needed, a steaming cup in your hand, eyes fixed on nothing.

"Y/N," Jimin called softly from behind, his voice still rough from sleep. "Are you... okay?" You didn't answer right away.

"I've been trying to talk to you for days," he continued, walking closer. "Did I do something wrong? Please tell me what it is..."

But before your lips could part, the soft hum of the television in the living room caught both your attention. The news anchor's voice cut through the air, calm yet cold.

"Breaking news this morning: CEO of Jung Enterprises, Mr. Jung Hoseok, has died in a tragic car accident late last night. According to the police, the vehicle lost control near the expressway. Further investigations are ongoing..."

Your cup nearly slipped from your hand.

Jimin turned sharply to the TV, brows furrowed. "Hoseok...?"

You froze. The blood in your veins turned to ice, your heart thudding a little louder than before. The man who just days ago offered you power, luxury and something else laced with danger was gone.

----

The silence between you and Jimin lingered well after the news. You couldn't shake the unease, the way everything felt like it was slipping beyond your control. That evening, as you sat in your shared room, your thoughts spiraled back to the company, the shares, the CEO seat, everything you had built yourself around.

"Why did you let it go?" you asked suddenly, your voice sharper than intended. "Why did you give up the CEO seat? And why do you only hold 35% of the shares when this company practically has your name written all over it?"

Jimin looked up from the papers in his hand, startled by your sudden burst. "Y/N..."

"Do you even realize what you gave up?" you snapped. "And for who? Who was it worth giving all that up for?" There was a pause, one long enough to make you regret asking. But then, Jimin stood and walked toward you, his gaze gentle but firm.

"I gave it up for someone," he admitted quietly.

Your heart twisted painfully. "So there was someone?"

"Yes," he said without hesitation, his eyes locked with yours. "You."You blinked, unsure if you heard him right.

"I gave up the CEO seat because I knew you'd be better at it than me," he continued. "You understand the structure, the team, the flow. My father saw it too. That's why we agreed—after one year, you'll take the seat officially. I'm just holding space until then."

You felt your breath catch. "What?"

"I've watched you grow, Y/N. You've handled every responsibility with sharpness I never had. I didn't want to be CEO just because it's expected of me. I wanted the right person to take that title. Someone who earned it. Someone like you."

His voice trembled slightly as he added, "I didn't marry you for that reason. But if there's one thing I wanted to give you with my whole heart it's this. A future you deserve." And in that moment, despite the storm of doubts and the ghost of Hoseok's death still hanging in the air you didn't know what hurt more, the weight of Jimin's sincerity, or the guilt of not loving him the way he loved you.

You didn't say a word. Not right away. Instead, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him tightly your cheek pressing softly against his chest. Jimin stilled for a moment, then hugged you back, almost too tightly.

"Thank you," you whispered, eyes stinging with a confusing mix of guilt, shock, and something strangely comforting. "For believing in me... for giving me something I never thought I could earn."

He held you like he never wanted to let go. His hand gently moved up to the back of your head, cradling it like porcelain. "You deserve it all, Y/N. The power, the title, the life you dreamed of. I'll give you everything... just stay with me."

And you thought he meant it metaphorically. You had no idea what you were thanking him for, no idea of the blood on his hands or the body buried behind his promises. You only knew he loved you, too much maybe, but enough to give you the world.

He had seen the way Hoseok looked at you. He noticed the late-night texts, the lingering gazes, the subtle tension. Jimin wasn't someone who'd allow anyone to threaten what was his. Hoseok's death wasn't a tragic accident it was a decision. A final one.

The moment you told his father that you'd only marry him in exchange for a higher position in the company, Jimin saw it clearly your desire wasn't for love, but for power, for status, for security. He understood your greed for money and ambition, and instead of turning away, he embraced it. Without hesitation, he gave you exactly what you asked for. You wanted luxury, and Jimin gave it.

You wanted a name, and he gave it.

All he wanted, was 'you'. And now that you were in his arms, whispering thank you's and promising to stay he knew he had won. Forever.

END

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Switch Girls | j.jk

chap.03

➻ 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒔:Jeon Jungkook, known for his pattern of serial relationships, embarks on a heartfelt journey to find his “forever” partner. As he navigates love, heartbreak, and self-discovery through various relationships, Jungkook gains valuable insights that shape who he is. Each connection teaches him something new, ultimately guiding him toward the person he’s truly meant to be with.

➻ 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Jungkook x Original characters

➻ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: feamale characters (the girls he meets) 1. Katherine 2. Lacie 3. Raizel 4. Skyla 5. Hei-Ran

➻ 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: drama | coming-of-age | angst | smut |

𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | ◄ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ► Also you can read on Wattpad: switch girls / j.jk

The man on the couch takes a few puffs from his cigarette and releases the smoke, as it swirl through the air. He concentrates intently on the screen, a frown on his face as he diligently attends to his work.

Jimin enters the room, munching on an apple.

"Early morning cigarette, huh?" he teases. "What's up?"

Jungkook responds curtly, "Nothing, just work."

Jimin settles onto the couch beside him, sensing something amiss.

"Just work, or is there something else bothering you? You've been uncharacteristically quiet since last night."

Jimin's mind drifts back to the night Jungkook had spent with Katie. Since then, he's been unusually quiet and stressed. It's clear as day that something has definitely happened between them. Jimin can sense that his friend must have messed up big time.

"Bro, you look like you're carrying a world of weight on your shoulders," Jimin says, concern written on his face.

"Did something happened between you and Katherine?" Jimin asks. Jimin's direct question catches Jungkook off guard, and he hesitates for a moment before responding.

"Why do you ask?" he counters, trying to maintain a nonchalant tone.

Jimin doesn't miss the flicker of unease in his friend's eyes

"Because you've been more quiet than usual since the night you two were together," Jimin points out, his tone laced with gentle concern.

Jungkook leans back against the couch, his head falling back as he recalls the events of the night.

"It's just that..." he begins, his voice trailed off for a moment.

He then explains to Jimin how he and Katie were locked in a closet together, forced to play the 7-minute challenge. He confesses how alcohol made him lose control, leading him to say things he regrets now.

"I should have controlled my mouth. It's the alcohol's fault. If I hadn't been drunk, I wouldn't have done that," Jungkook concludes, exhaling heavily.

Jimin listens intently, his expression a mix of surprise and disappointment.

"Dude, you can't blame alcohol for everything. You gotta take responsibility for your actions," Jimin lectures firmly.

He can sense the guilt in his friend's voice. Jungkook continues to smoke, the cigarette dangling between his fingers.

"What do you want me to do bruh..? Go fall on my knees and beg for forgiveness" Jungkook chuckles.

Jimin narrows his eyes at his friend's flippant response.

"No, Kook, I'm not saying you should beg for forgiveness. But you do need to own up and take responsibility for your actions," Jimin replies firmly.

Jungkook huffs in response, crossing his arms.

"You really gonna act like that, huh?" Jimin retorts. "You won't take any responsibility for hurting her? You'll just brush it off and forget about it?"

Jungkook looks away, avoiding Jimin's gaze.

"Why not? That's what I always did," he mutters, his voice laced with resignation.

"Jimin let's not talk about those, it was past. I just want to forget and move on. I just want to focus on myself and my career" Jungkook says and walks out of the room.

As the door closes behind Jungkook, Jimin remains seated on the couch, troubled by the conversation. He understands that Jungkook wants to move on and focus on his career, but the disregard for others' feelings still nags at him.

Jungkook leaves the room, his mind burdened with thoughts and conflicted emotions. He knows he's at fault, but his ego and pride prevent him from considering an apology. In his mind, women are complicated and difficult to handle. His male ego also holds him back, making it hard for him to let his guard down and admit his wrongs.

✧₊⁺___

Indeed, women could be a source of both frustration and bliss. If one could make your day miserable with their complexities, the other could also turn your night into sheer euphoria.

Each individual woman was like a complicated puzzle, challenging and yet intriguing at the same time. Navigating the intricate maze of a woman's mind and heart required finesse and understanding, something that not every man possessed.

In the dimly lit club, Jungkook had just called Skyla, making use of the phone number she has given, he just booked her tonight wanting to seek a distraction from everything going on in his life. With her sitting on his lap, he found himself indulging in the moment, their mouths engaged in a passionate kiss.

His hands wandered, caressing her curves and pulling her closer against him. He pressed against her, his desire for her growing with each passing moment.

He pulls away from the kiss and looks at her. As a voice interrupts them making him look at the person.

A moment of shock and disbelief washed over Jungkook as a cold liquid suddenly splashed on his face, soaking both him and Skyla in the process. He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear the liquid, as Skyla quickly rose from his lap.

"What the fuck?" Jungkook exclaimed, his voice laced with surprise and anger. Anger flared within Jungkook as he recognized the drunk woman as none other than Katherine. Her slurred words and unsteady stance only served to fuel his annoyance.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he growled, his voice dripping with frustration. Skyla stood beside him, watching the exchange with a mix of surprise and confusion.

"I hate you. You Jungkook bastard. How dare you call me flat? HUH? HOW DARE YOU BODY SHAME ME??" Katherine yells out with anger.

Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise as Katherine yelled out, her drunken rage evident in every word. Her words made him flinch, the memory of the hurtful comment he had made surfacing once again.

"Is this because of that night?" he mutters, his voice filled with realization and guilt.

"JEON JUNGKOOK!!" Sharon yells. Jungkook flinches at the unexpected appearance of Sharon, her angry voice cutting through the air like a knife.

"You mother fucker. How dare you body shame my bestie huh??"Sharon says. both the friends were too drunk and were clearly mad at him."It was just a comment, I didn't mean it," he stammers, trying to defend himself against the two angry women.

Jungkook's mind races, trying to come up with something to say to diffuse the situation, but he is interrupted by Sharon's fiery words.

"You can't just make a comment like that and expect us to just brush it off!" she yells, her voice filled with drunken anger.

Jungkook shakes his head, struggling to find the right words to quell their anger. But the alcohol in their system makes them unyielding.

"NOOOO" Katherine suddenly yells.

"You just called me flat and now you are kissing a random woman being happy while quenching your lustful desire."

Frustration and anger mix within Jungkook as he listens to Katherine's furious tirade. Her words stung, reminding him of the hurtful comment he had made.

"I know I said that, but I didn't mean it. Can we talk about this some other day" he tries to explain.

"Now that you broke up- sorry cheated on me you must be enjoying sucking big boobs women because you are just a baby who wants to be breast fed" Katherine says as she lets out a sarcastic chuckle

Jungkook clenched his jaw, anger and annoyance filling him as he heard Katherine's words. He couldn't believe she would stoop so low, bringing up their past relationship and lashing out at him.

"You're being ridiculous," he retorted, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and hurt.

"I should get going" Skyla says, witnessing the heated exchange between Jungkook and his ex-girlfriend, decided it was best to remove herself from the situation.

"Waitt.... take your boyfriend too he needs a mommy who can breastfeed him" Katherine says while giving a fake smile to Skyla.

Skyla paused for a moment, her face flushing with embarrassment at Katherine's crude remark.

Jungkook clenched his fists, trying to contain his anger. He shot an icy glare at Katherine, his voice low and firm.

"That's enough I'm taking you both home and Skyla I'm sorry for what happened, but I need to take them" Jungkook says to Skyla as she nods and walks away.

As Jungkook guided Katherine and Sharon towards their home, he could feel their resistance and stubbornness, but he stayed firm. He couldn't let them continue their drunken antics in public, drawing the attention of the club's crowd.

"Enough is enough," he muttered under his breath, his grip on each of their arms tight.

They continued walking, Jungkook firmly escorting them back to their place, determined to put an end to the chaotic situation.

✧₊⁺___

As they rode in the vehicle, Katherine and Sharon continued their relentless barrage of insults and curses, their voices piercing through the air like knives.

Jungkook could feel his frustration mounting, wishing he could escape the verbal onslaught. He tried to remain calm and collected, but their barrage of insults weighed heavily on him.

The barrage of curses continued as they rode in the vehicle, Katherine and Sharon spewing venomous words at Jungkook, threatening to slit his throat and targeting his groin.

He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, fighting the urge to shut them up. If it wasn't for their drunk self, he would have not even stayed a second.

Frustration and tiredness were evident in Jungkook's expression as he parked the vehicle at Katherine's house. As Sharon stumbled out of the car, she looked around disoriented.

"Can you get in by yourself?" Jungkook asked, his voice slightly strained.

Sharon let out a scoff, her words slurred. "Of course, I can. I have two damn long legs," she replied before stumbling towards the entrance.

Jungkook let out a weary sigh as he watched Sharon stumble her way to the front door of the house. He knew he still had to deal with Katherine, who was still sitting in the passenger seat, mumbling incoherently.

He turned his attention to her, his patience beginning to wear thin. "Come on, let's get you inside," he muttered, his voice tinged with annoyance.

With a sense of duty and resignation, Jungkook carried the drunk Katherine in his arms, bringing her inside the house. He laid her gently on the bed, the sound of her mumbling and incoherent words filling the room with a chaotic undercurrent.

He let out a sigh of exhaustion, the night's events wearing on him.

"Just sleep it off," he muttered, more to himself than to her.

As Jungkook turned to leave, Katherine suddenly grabbed his hand, stopping him in his tracks. She looked up at him, tears glistening in her eyes as she asked him,

"Was I not enough for you?"

Jungkook is taken aback by Katherine's sudden question. He hesitates for a moment, torn between walking away and engaging in a conversation he had hoped to avoid.

"Katherine..." he says softly, his voice tinged with resignation.

"It's not that simple," He continues, his words carefully chosen. "It was never about you not being enough."

He takes a step closer, his gaze locked on her tear-filled eyes. Her vulnerability tugs at his heart, making it difficult for him to remain indifferent.

As Jungkook leans down and places a gentle kiss on Katherine's forehead, he utters a soft apology, his voice filled with a mix of regret and care.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, his words tinged with sadness. "I'm sorry for everything."

He hesitates for a brief moment, struggling with the weight of the past, before finally turning away and walking toward the door, leaving behind the remnants of their broken relationship.

✧₊⁺___

The male's attire accentuated his physique, with the grey shirt hugging his form and the rolled-up sleeves revealing strategically placed tattoos on his right arm.

His intelligent gaze was fixed on the screen before him, his glasses adding a touch of smartness to his appearance, exuding an air of focus and professionalism. This man was the epitome of a hot office worker, with his serious expression and intense focus adding to his appeal.

Jungkook's mind begins to wander as he tries to focus on his work. The memory of the previous night resurfaces, causing a pang of guilt to wash over him. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had somehow hurt Katherine, leaving her with feelings of inadequacy, despite his insistence that it was never her fault.

He sighs, his thoughts heavy with regret.

Jungkook's expression is one of contemplation and self-reflection as he recalls his relationship with Katherine. He never intended to cheat on her, never planned to end things, and he always felt that she had been more than enough for him.

However, beneath the surface, a seed of insecurity had taken root within him, making him question their relationship and whether he was truly worthy of her love.

Their first meeting was through mutual friends, Taehyung introducing Katherine to Jungkook. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he was instantly captivated.

Katherine was always bothered by Jungkook's tendency to get close to other girls, engaging in hook-ups and carefree interactions. Their initial encounters were tumultuous, filled with disagreements and friction, but as time went on, they formed a reluctant friendship.

When Jungkook realized he harbored feelings for her, he made a conscious effort to change his habits, distancing himself from his previous lifestyle in an attempt to become serious about their bond.

As he confessed his feelings to her, she reciprocated, expressing love for him as well. But despite her words of affection, there was always a hint of indifference, leaving Jungkook questioning her genuine interest in him.

It felt to Jungkook that, despite his best efforts to make the relationship work and to ensure their happiness, Katherine seemed to value her friendship with Taehyung over their own connection. Time after time, she prioritized her friend's needs, always saying

"Taehyung needs me."

Jungkook began to feel as though her devotion to Taehyung surpassed her commitment to their relationship, leaving him with lingering doubts about where he truly stood in her life.

It was a special day, Katherine's birthday, and Jungkook had meticulously planned a day filled with surprises and quality time spent together. However, when Katherine expressed her desire to organize a party, he suppressed his disappointment and agreed.

However, her constant prioritization of her male friend, Taehyung, became evident once again.

"Katherine, I wanted to tell y-" As Jungkook tried to speak, she cut him off.

"Kook, Tae has drunk too much and he's not feeling well I need to drop him home" She says.

"Jimin can drop him home," he suggested, a hint of irritation in his voice.

But her response was firm "But he needs me. He's not feeling well," she insisted, her concern apparent as she made it clear that she felt responsible for Taehyung's well-being.

Jungkook's annoyance was palpable. He had carefully planned a special day for her birthday, but it seemed that Taehyung's presence always seemed to overshadow their moments together.

--- Graduation day should have been a joyous occasion, marking the culmination of their years of hard work. However, Jungkook found himself struggling to find joy in the achievement. Their relationship had reached a point where Katherine's constant prioritization of Taehyung over him had left him feeling defeated and overlooked.

The pattern had become all too familiar, Taehyung always seemed to be in need of attention, and Katherine was always there to provide it. From cooking him meals to feeding him to cuddling him, Jungkook bore constant witness to his girlfriend's unwavering devotion to another man.

"Katherine, can I have a moment?" Jungkook asked seriously, his voice leaving no room for negotiation. "I want to talk to you. Privately."

Katie looked at him with a mixture of surprise and confusion, glancing back briefly at Taehyung before nodding. "Yes, sure."

Jungkook could feel the tension building as he led her away from their friends, away from Taehyung, seeking a secluded place to have an honest conversation with her.

"Katie, I'm not sure this is working out for us," Jungkook began, his voice laced with a mix of defeat and resignation.

Katie looked at him with a mixture of confusion and frustration as he continued.

"You and Taehyung have been inseparable. It feels like there's no place for me in your life," Jungkook explained, his voice tinged with a hint of jealousy.

But Katie shot back. "You also had plenty of female friends and you've slept with numerous women," she retorted. "I've never said a word about that. Why are you bringing this up now?" she added, defensiveness creeping into her tone.

Jungkook's expression darkened as he tried to keep his emotions in check. "It's different, Katie," he replied, his voice firmer. "You spend all your time with him. You always choose him over me."

"It's not the same thing," he continued, his frustration starting to show. "You prioritize him above everything, even our relationship."

Katie defenses still up. "You're overreacting, Jungkook," she replied, her voice wavering slightly.

"Overreacting?" Jungkook repeated, his voice rising slightly. "Overreacting because I'm tired of being second best in my own relationship?"

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "I've tried to understand, I really have. But it's like I don't matter to you, not as much as Taehyung does."

Katie's gaze dropped, and the defensiveness in her expression softened. "That's not true, Jungkook," she muttered.

"Then why do you always choose him over me? Why do I always come last in your list of priorities?" he demanded.

Katie's shoulders slumped slightly as she struggled to find the right words. "It's just... Taehyung needs me," she replied, her voice soft yet firm, the same justification she had given countless times before.

Jungkook felt a pang of anger and frustration, his jaw tensing. "But what about me? Don't I need you too?"

Jungkook's voice carried a hint of defiance as he responded, his emotions running high.

"Fine then," he shot back, anger and hurt intertwining in his tone. "Maybe I need a best friend too. Maybe I need someone who puts me first."

Katie's expression changed, a mix of surprise and disappointment crossing her features. "What are you saying?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Jungkook stood his ground, his feelings of frustration and neglect bubbling to the surface. "What I'm saying is," he began, his voice measured. "I'm tired of always coming in second place. I'm tired of feeling invisible in our relationship. If you want Taehyung to be your number one priority, maybe I should find someone who treats me like a priority too."

Katie's eyes widened, a mix of shock and hurt etched on her face. "You can't be serious," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook's expression hardened. "I'm completely serious," he replied, his voice firm. "Either you start making me feel valued in this relationship, or I'm going to find someone who does."

Katie's heart ached at his words, realizing the extent of his pain and frustration. "But Taehyung, he needs me," she protested weakly, still unable to fully grasp the gravity of the situation.

Jungkook's patience was wearing thin. "And what about what I need?" he shot back, his voice stern. "Why does his need always come before mine?"

Katie found herself at a loss for words, her mind racing to find a way to defend herself and her devotion to Taehyung. But deep down, she knew Jungkook had a point. She had prioritized

Taehyung over him time and time again, leaving him feeling neglected and unimportant.

"I... I don't know," she admitted, her voice quiet and filled with guilt.

Jungkook's heart was heavy with pain. He couldn't continue a relationship where he felt he didn't matter, where he felt he had no value.

Jungkook found himself slowly withdrawing from Katie, creating distance between them. He occupied himself with various activities and kept himself busy, as if he were trying to escape the emotional turmoil that had become a constant presence in their relationship.

One fateful day, Katie stumbled upon the unexpected sight of Jungkook engaged in an act of infidelity, leaving her shattered and brokenhearted.

Both Jungkook and Katie acknowledged that they had each played a part in the downfall of their relationship. Jungkook knew deep down that he was predominantly to blame, as he had turned to extracurricular affairs rather than effectively addressing his concerns within the relationship. It seemed that, like so many others, he had resorted to finding solace outside rather than facing his problems head-on.

As their relationship came to an end, Jungkook sought solace in his hobbies and work to distract himself from the heartache.

With time, he found a job that demanded his attention and discipline, providing a semblance of order to his life and a way to keep his mind off the turbulent past. Though the breakup had left a deep scar, he was slowly learning to heal and move onward.

✧₊⁺___

Jungkook entered the house with an exhausted exhale, his eyes instantly drawn to the unfamiliar footwear at the entrance. Confused, he wondered if they had unannounced guests.

As he proceeded further into the house, Jungkook noticed the messiness of the surroundings. His concern grew when he heard a voice coming from Jimin's room. Without hesitation, he made his way towards Jimin's room.

Jungkook's heart raced as he approached the scene unfolding in Jimin's room. To his horror, he saw a man towering over Jimin, repeatedly striking him. Anger and concern filled his being at the sight.

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Crowned Lies - J. JK x Y/n

PAIRING: Jungkook x fem!reader GENRE: dark romance | royal intrigul | mystery | suspense | SYNOPSIS: Raised as a prince in a kingdom built on legacy and lies, Y/n has spent her entire life hiding the truth of who she is a girl forced to live as a boy to protect her family's honor. But when her father, the king, dies and the weight of the crown threatens to crush her, secrets begin to unravel. Jungkook, the son of Jeon's, has known the truth longer than she realized and as power shifts, so does his place by her side. WC: 7.9k

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Han Suk-Kyu was once the pride of the Han Kingdom strong, skilled, and destined to rule. But everything changed during the great war between the Han and the Jeon clans.

To end the bloodshed, the Jeons extended a desperate offer that they would marry off their only daughter to the Hans, uniting the two kingdoms through peace. At first, it seemed a victory for the Hans until the terms were revealed.

Suk-Kyu, once hailed as the future king, had been grievously injured in battle. His left leg was rendered nearly useless, and whispers spread like wildfire "A cripple can't sit on a throne." Despite his unmatched talent and leadership, the Jeons refused to offer him the crown. Instead, they gave their daughter as a bride, and handed the throne to another Jeon. A distant relative with no proven strength but perfect health.

The insult was unbearable.

Suk-Kyu's pride was shattered. His father, the reigning king of Han, remained silent, a silence louder than betrayal. For Suk-Kyu, it wasn't just a throne that was denied. It was dignity, recognition, power. He was given a wife out of formality, a Jeon princess but the crown was kept just out of reach.

Still, there remained a clause. A cruel, humiliating clause buried in the peace treaty.

"If Han Suk-Kyu bears a son, and that son proves greater than the Jeon heir, only then shall the crown be passed to Han's bloodline."

But the newly crowned Jeon king had no children yet. No heir not yet. Suk-Kyu swore to himself he would have a son.

A son stronger, wiser, and more capable than any Jeon heir could ever be. A son who would reclaim what was denied to him. A son who would wear the crown he could not.

---

The Jeon palace no longer belonged to the Jeons at least not entirely. After the war, the Hans emerged victorious. Their banners flew over the high towers, and their soldiers patrolled the courtyards. Yet, despite everything, Han Suk-Kyu was not king.

The throne remained in Jeon hands handed to Jeon Jun-Hyun, a distant relative of the royal line. The treaty had seen to that. The Jeons offered their daughter to Suk-Kyu in marriage, and in return, kept their bloodline on the throne. Now, Han Suk-Kyu walked the halls of this palace 'his palace' like a ghost of what he should've been. A conqueror without a crown. A ruler in name, but never in power. Every step was a reminder of what was stolen from him.

The palace halls grew colder with each passing day, not from winter's breath but from Han Suk-Kyu's silence. His wife, the Jeon princess, lived in a gilded cage of his resentment. They had been trying for months, yet no child came. Each full moon brought the same crushing disappointment. Suk-Kyu's patience thinned, fraying like old silk. What began as quiet frustration soon turned into rage masked as cruel words.

And then, the news came like thunder, Jeon Jun-Hyun had a son. The Jeons had an heir.

The kingdom rejoiced. The people cheered. And within the stone walls of Han Palace, Han Suk-Kyu shattered. He had given everything his pride, his dignity and still, the gods favored the Jeons.

That night, he stormed into her chambers, eyes ablaze with something darker than hatred.

"Jun-Hyun," he spat the name like poison, "that man has a son- an heir and you..."

He paced, hands clenched. "You can't even bear me a child. Are you... infertile? Is that why your father gave you to me? Because I'm crippled and he thought I was useless — so he sent someone just as broken!"

His voice cut deeper than any blade, but what hurt her most was the truth behind the words. Not once had he loved her. Not once had he looked at her as more than a vessel a means to an end and now, not even that. Her chest tightened, eyes brimming but no tears fell. There was no room left for softness in a marriage built on bitterness.

She stood still in silence, as if her pain might go unnoticed if she made no sound. But in that moment, something shifted. Because a part of her the part that once longed for his warmth finally turned cold.

---

The Jeons held a grand naming ceremony for their newborn son a celebration the entire kingdom spoke of. The palace brimmed with music, incense, and blessings. Nobles gathered, offering prayers for the future king. They named him Jeon Jungkook A name spoken with pride. A name they hoped would grow into legend strong, talented, and destined to rule.

Han Suk-Kyu stood among the crowd, a cold shadow in their warmth. Every cheer scraped against his pride. He didn't want to be there didn't want to smile, didn't want to watch that child be raised to take the crown that should've been his and yet, he stayed. He endured i until he couldn't anymore.

Leaving the celebration early, Suk-Kyu returned to his chambers a storm raging within him. But instead of solitude, he found her 'his wife' standing in the center of the room, nervously wringing her hands.

Her voice trembled. "I... I'm pregnant." He froze. Those words simple, almost breathless shattered the storm inside him. Pregnant.

For a moment, the weight he carried vanished. He didn't speak. He only looked at her, wide-eyed, as if he wasn't sure he'd heard right. And then, without a word, he smiled genuinely, perhaps for the first time in years.

--

Han Sunmi once a Jeon princess sat quietly by the window, her hand resting gently on her growing belly, a soft smile tugging at her lips. She was pregnant. Finally and for the first time in what felt like forever, she was seen.

Han Suk-Kyu had changed. He brought her warm broth in the mornings. He asked if she had slept well. He instructed the servants to tend to her every need and sometimes, he did it himself. She still remembered the first time he smiled at her not with scorn or coldness, but something gentler. Genuine.

It was strange. Beautiful, perhaps but strange nonetheless. He wasn't cruel anymore but she couldn't tell if this was love or just the relief of finally having an heir. Still, she held onto the warmth while it lasted. Even if it was borrowed time.

But behind the fragile calm, a shadow lingered. Fear.

Sunmi knew what it meant to be born into legacy. She knew how it warped people how it turned fathers into tyrants, and sons into soldiers long before they could speak and now, with a child growing inside her 'a potential heir; she found herself praying.

"Let this child be free," she whispered into the night. "Let them be loved, not molded. Not like us."

Moonlight spilled across her figure, pale and solemn. A mother's prayer not for glory or power, but for something far rarer in the palace, kindness. Because here, legacy was not a crown of gold. It was a crown made of thorns.

---

The cries of a newborn echoed through the chamber. Han Sunmi lay pale and breathless on the bed, sweat clinging to her brow, her eyes fluttering weakly as she cradled the fragile, wailing life in her arms.

The midwife smiled, wiping the child clean and wrapping her in soft linens. "She's strong," the woman whispered. "A healthy baby girl."

But when Han Suk-Kyu stepped into the room, the air shifted. His eyes immediately went to the child in Sunmi's arms and then to the midwife. She bowed her head, hesitating before asking, "Your Highness, shall I announce the gender to the palace?"

He stood frozen, the words weighing heavier than they should have. A daughter. After months of prayer, sleepless nights, and quiet desperation the gods gave him a daughter.

His hands clenched at his sides. He had begged for a son. He had endured humiliation, betrayal, and insult for a legacy and now the only thing standing between him and the throne was a girl. A daughter. A curse.

For a fleeting moment, a dark thought crossed his mind he could end it now. The child was minutes old. The world didn't know. He could try again. Sunmi barely conceived once; what were the chances she would again?

But then, another idea took root. More dangerous and yet more powerful.

"Tell them it's a boy," he said coldly, his voice flat and emotionless. "The Hans have an heir."

The maid's eyes widened, unsure if she had heard right. "But, Your Highness-"

"Do as I say." She bowed low and fled the room, leaving silence in her wake.

Suk-Kyu stood by the bedside, looking down at the sleeping infant in Sunmi's trembling arms. She was beautiful delicate, small, innocent. But there was no use, she was useless. Useless to the kingdom, useless to him.

If the world wanted a son, then a son they would have. Even if it meant this girl would never be allowed to be one.

---

From the day she took her first breath, Y/n true identity became the kingdom's most dangerous secret. Only three people in the entire palace knew the truth: Her mother, Han Sunmi, The aged midwife who had delivered her, and her father Han Suk-Kyu, the man who had cursed her fate. To the world, she was Prince Han Jae-Yun the long-awaited male heir of the Hans.

A symbol of power, a beacon of vengeance, a child molded for the throne.

The servants didn't know. The guards didn't know. Even the woman who dressed her every morning had no idea the prince she bowed to was a girl bound in silence.

Han Suk-Kyu had made sure of that. He exiled the midwife after the birth rewarded her with gold and land, but banished her from court, warning her that one word would mean death. The room where Sunmi gave birth was sealed and erased from records. No one questioned it.

From then on, Y/N was raised with the boys trained beside them, laughed with them, bled with them. Including one boy in particular: Jeon Jungkook.

The Jeons' true heir. Her future rival.

But Han Suk-Kyu wanted her close to him not as a friend, not even as a playmate. As a weapon in disguise. A shadow built to one day overshadow him.

"You are not a girl," he would whisper into her ear when no one was around.

"You are the heir. You are my son. Don't forget that."

She never did. Even when the armor cut into her skin. Even when the bindings grew tight around her chest. Even when her heart whispered truths her father would never allow.

The palace garden rang with the laughter of boys blades of wooden swords clashing, feet pounding against gravel, breaths quickened by play. Jeon Jungkook grinned as he dodged the swing of a practice sword and lunged forward, tapping Han Jae-Yun's shoulder.

"Got you!" he beamed. "You're dead!" But Jae-Yun didn't laugh. He stepped back, lowering his sword slowly, his face blank eyes dark and unreadable.

"You swing too wide," he said curtly. "Any real soldier would've gutted you before your blade came close."

Jungkook blinked, confused. "It was just a game."

"Then you've already lost," Jae-Yun muttered, turning his back and walking away.

The other boys fell silent. No one dared speak when Han Jae-Yun turned cold. He wasn't a crowned prince not yet. But the weight he carried, the name he bore, and the fire in his eyes already marked him as something more than just another noble boy.

Jungkook stood there, awkwardly tightening his grip on the sword. He didn't understand. Every time they trained or played together, Jae-Yun pushed him away. Always sharp with words. Always colder with him than with the others.

But there was only few months or a year difference between them. They were supposed to be friends. Weren't they?

He ran after him. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked, panting slightly. "Why do you always talk like that to me?"

Jae-Yun stopped. "Because I don't like you."

Jungkook flinched. "Why?"

Jae-Yun didn't answer. He didn't say, "Because my father hates you." "Because he says I have to be better than you, or I'm nothing."

"Because you are allowed to be a child, and I am not." none of these came out of his mouth, he didn't wanted to say this to Jungkook.

Instead, he turned around, his voice cool and distant not that of a boy, but of someone rehearsing power. "Because you were handed everything I was told to steal."

Jungkook stared, not understanding the meaning behind the words not yet.

But Y/N did. Even as her heart ached with the bitterness she was too young to name she had already learned one thing. There is no space for kindness in the shadow of a throne.

---

The courtyard was quiet in the early morning light, dew still clinging to the stone tiles. Han Sunmi stood by the edge of the corridor, watching from the shadows as the boys practiced their sword forms under the palace instructor's stern eye. Her eyes lingered on one of them the smallest in the group, but already swift on her feet, precise in her strikes, sharper in focus than any of the others.

Y/N. Her daughter.

Clad in prince's robes, hair tied like a boy's, posture like her father's. The child she carried, birthed, and once sang lullabies to now moved like a soldier, not a girl. Not her little girl. When the practice ended, the boys ran off for water and rest. Y/N remained behind, perfecting a parry. Always staying longer a always doing more.

Sunmi approached quietly, her slippers barely making a sound on the stone. "Y/N-ah..." she called, voice soft, filled with something caught between affection and grief.

Y/N stiffened. Slowly, she turned. Her expression unreadable. Still flushed from training, sweat clinging to her temple, eyes guarded.

"Don't call me that," she said. Not sharply but firmly. Sunmi blinked, stunned by the tone.

"That's your name," she whispered. "The name I gave you."

"That's not who I am," Y/N replied, jaw tightening. "Not here. Not anymore."

"You're still my daughter," Sunmi said, stepping closer. "You always will be."

But Y/N stepped back. "Please, Mother," she said, voice cool now practiced, like her father's. "If someone hears you..."

She didn't need to finish the sentence. They both knew what would happen if a maid, a soldier, anyone, overheard the Jeon Princess calling the Crown Prince by a girl's name. "I have to go," Y/N said, brushing past her.

Sunmi stood frozen, the name still lingering on her lips. Y/N. She didn't cry not yet. But something inside her cracked, quietly, like a thread pulled too tight.

That night, she didn't call for her daughter. That night, she whispered the name to herself in the silence. The name that no one else was allowed to say.

"Y/N-ah... don't forget who you are."

---

Years passed.

And with them, the children grew no longer clumsy-footed little things chasing butterflies in the garden, but trained heirs molded for war and legacy. By now, Jungkook had become everything a kingdom could wish for. Sharp-minded. Sharp-tongued. A master with the sword. He was fast, thoughtful, and graceful both in the training yard and in court.

People whispered about him in corridors. The Jeon blood runs strong, the boy is a born king.

And Han Suk-Kyu heard every word. Each one like a knife to the gut because while Jungkook thrived, Han Jae-Yun 'his daughter', raised as a son began to fall short. Not in effort, but in comparison.

She trained twice as hard. Bled on the sparring mats. Learned to speak with poise and silence her heart but she wasn't him. She wasn't Jungkook and for her father, that wasn't enough.

That evening, after court, the halls echoed with sharp, angry footsteps. "Do you take me for a fool?" Suk-Kyu hissed, slamming the wooden doors behind them. "Do you think your title alone will earn you the throne?"

Jae-Yun stood tall, even as her shoulders trembled. "I'm trying- "

"Try harder," he snapped. "Because that bastard Jeon doesn't try. He wins. He commands." He turned his back to her, pacing like a beast in a cage, then whipped around again.

"You think the world will kneel to you simply because you wear that crown? No. They'll compare. They'll whisper your weakness behind your back. And you—" he growled, stepping closer, "will lose everything I built."

A crack echoed his hand striking the table near her, not her, but close enough that she flinched. "You will beat him," he seethed. "You will become more than him. Or you are nothing." She stood there, jaw clenched, nails digging into her palms. She couldn't speak. Not in that moment. Because if she did, the scream building inside might have shattered the very walls.

---

The sun had begun to sink, casting long shadows across the training grounds. Y/N moved with purpose, her wooden sword slicing through the air, each swing sharper than the last. Sweat clung to her brow, dripping down her temple, but she didn't stop. Couldn't stop.

Not when her father's voice still echoed in her mind

"You are nothing if you cannot surpass him."

Her grip tightened. She lunged forward. Again. Again. A sudden shift in the wind. A faint breath behind her.

She wasn't alone. Y/N didn't hesitate she spun around, sword raised, the wooden blade slicing toward the presence behind her. But it never landed. A firm hand caught the blade mid-air with ease.

"You're so weak, Jae-Yun," came the all-too-familiar voice, smooth and irritatingly calm.

Jungkook.

Y/N jerked the sword from his grasp, stepping back with narrowed eyes. "Why are you here?" she demanded.

"I saw you practicing. Thought I'd join you," he said with a smirk, as if that explained everything.

"Leave."

"Why?" he stepped closer. "I just got here."

"I said, I don't want you here." Her voice was sharp, biting. But he didn't flinch.

Instead, he kept walking, slow and steady, closing the distance between them. Y/N backed away, heart pounding until her spine hit the cold stone wall. She felt trapped. He stopped just inches from her, eyes scanning her face with a lazy kind of amusement.

"You're so small," he murmured. "Do you even eat properly? You look... almost like a girl."

The words struck her like a slap. Before he could blink, she shoved him 'hard' her palm slamming into his chest with every ounce of strength she had. He stumbled back, caught off guard, feet skidding slightly in the dust.

"Stay away from me, Jeon," she snapped, her voice trembling with fury. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then Jungkook looked up, wiping a bit of dust from his sleeve, and chuckled low and amused.

"Touchy."

Y/N gritted her teeth, knuckles white around the hilt of her sword.

---

The sound of war drums echoed across the valley low, thunderous, and unrelenting. Han Suk-Kyu rode at the front, his armor dark as night, a crimson sash tied at his waist. Beside him was Jeon Jun-Hyun, the former king once a ruler, now a warrior bound to duty. Together, they led their armies into battle.

The kingdom was threatened, and though old rivalries burned between them, the enemy was greater than any past hatred. For a brief moment, they stood side by side two men once enemies, now forced into alliance. But fate had different plans.

The battle was brutal. Steel clashed against steel, blood soaked into earth, and the sky itself seemed to mourn. By the time the sun set, Jeon Jun-Hyun lay dead on the battlefield, his sword still clutched in his hand.

Han Suk-Kyu stood over his fallen body, eyes unreadable. He had not loved the man. But he had respected him. And with Jun-Hyun's death, the weight of the crown shifted.

Back at the palace, there was chaos. The Jeon line was left with nothing but a child a boy too young to rule, too young to lead, too young to even understand what had been lost.

The council convened. There was no one else fit. No blood left in the Jeon line strong enough to hold the throne now. No warrior with the presence, experience, or power to command loyalty. All eyes turned to Han Suk-Kyu. A man once seen as an outsider. A conqueror. A threat.

Now, a king.

And so, the crown passed. Not through peace. Not through tradition but through fire, blood, and necessity. From that day forward, the child Jeon Jungkook was no longer the heir to the throne but a shadow in the court of the man who took everything from his family and Han Suk-Kyu, now king, returned to his palace not just as ruler but as the architect of a future he would shape with iron hands starting with his daughter, hidden behind the mask of a prince.

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Second person POV:

The palace was too quiet. A stillness hung in the air like a storm that had passed, leaving nothing behind but debris and silence. The kind of silence that screamed. The kind that followed death. You found him in the courtyard the one his father used to train him in.

Jungkook stood in the center, a sword hanging limply from his hand. His eyes were vacant. Hollow. And the weight of grief pulled at his shoulders like chains.

You didn't say anything. Not at first.

Then he moved sudden, sharp. He threw the sword, the metal clattering violently against the stone. "I told him not to go," he muttered. "I begged him not to..."

His voice cracked. You stepped forward, slowly. Each footstep careful. You shouldn't be here not like this. Not with him. You were supposed to be cold, above this kind of emotion. That's what your father raised you to be but you couldn't walk away. Not when he looked like a boy abandoned by the world.

He sank to his knees and then it came the tears. Angry, broken, helpless. "He promised he'd come back," Jungkook choked out. "He promised." Something tugged in your chest something sharp and unfamiliar.

You moved closer. "Jeon," you said softly.

He looked up, startled. His eyes were red, lips trembling, the pain laid bare across his face. For a moment, he looked like a stranger. For a moment, you looked like someone who cared. You knelt beside him, your hand brushing his arm. He flinched at first pride still clinging to him but he didn't pull away.

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

He didn't answer. He just sat there, staring at the ground like it might swallow him whole. You hesitated. Then, without knowing why without stopping yourself you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him.

At first, his body tensed under your touch. Then he collapsed into you. His head dropped to your shoulder, his hands clutching your back as if you were the only solid thing left in the world. He didn't sob loudly. He just shook quiet and raw, like a storm that had finally broken and still, you held him.

You didn't think about who you were supposed to be. You didn't think about what your father would say if he saw you like this a "prince" embracing his enemy's son. You didn't care because in that moment, you weren't the soon to be Crown Prince Han Jae-Yun.

You were just you a girl holding a grieving boy beneath a darkening sky and for once, that was enough.

---

Jungkook started to think maybe. you could be his friend. He wasn't sure when it began. Maybe when your arms wrapped around him that day. Maybe when you stayed long after his sobs faded. Or maybe when you didn't say anything after didn't bring it up, didn't mock his weakness, didn't act like you were better. But the next time he saw you, you were cold.

Colder than ever. You avoided him in the halls. Your gaze turned sharp again, your tone distant, clipped. You trained harder, spoke less. The brief warmth from before? Gone like it had never existed.

He didn't understand and maybe you didn't either.

Because every time you remembered the way his tears soaked into your shoulder, something inside you ached. You weren't supposed to ache. You weren't supposed to feel anything not for him. Not for anyone. So you did the only thing you knew: you buried it deep and became exactly what they wanted and then you turned eighteen.

The day came with no celebration, no joy only duty.

You knelt before the throne as your father placed the crown prince's emblem in your hands. Your title wasn't a gift. It was a brand. You rose, back straight, voice steady "I will serve the kingdom."

Later, in the privacy of the empty war room, you faced your father the man who had shaped your fate since birth.

"Why not Jungkook?" you asked. Your voice wasn't angry. Just curious.

"He had the potential. He's strong, intelligent, admired. He was born into royalty. Why wasn't he made the crown prince?"

Your father's eyes narrowed. The softness he sometimes showed you rare as it was vanished. "I am the king," he said, his voice sharp as steel. "And you are my heir. You do not question what I chose. You obey it."

You held his gaze, your hands clenched at your sides. "But-"

"No." His voice boomed. "You are the crown prince. Not Jeon Jungkook. You were born to serve this kingdom, not question my decisions. You will do what you were raised to do."

Silence fell between you. A silence where your true name didn't exist. Where your childhood was erased. Where even the warmth you had shown to a grieving boy was something to be ashamed of.

You bowed your head, swallowing everything you wanted to say. "Yes, Your Majesty."

Because the truth was Jungkook could've been a great crown prince but only you were desperate enough to be anything your father needed even if it meant becoming someone no one could ever truly know.

---

The hall glittered with golden lanterns and velvet banners the kind of beauty meant to disguise the chains behind your title. But you stood tall beneath the throne's gaze, dressed in ceremonial robes, your crown prince sash weighed down more by expectation than gold.

It was your celebration but it didn't feel like yours. It felt like a show.

"Your Highness~!" a voice cooed. You turned barely suppressing a sigh as another princess from a far-off allied kingdom reached for your arm.

"You must be so proud," she smiled sweetly, far too close, brushing imaginary lint from your shoulder. "A crown prince and so young. Do you have someone you fancy yet? A future queen, perhaps?" She giggled behind her hand.

You stepped back slightly. "I don't entertain such thoughts."

"Oh~! So modest!" another chimed in, already moving to stand beside you, her fingers trailing across your sleeve as if you belonged to the highest bidder. "We could give you many heirs. Our kingdoms would be stronger together."

The murmur of giggles and fluttering fans surrounded you like a net. Each smile was a calculation. Every compliment, a strategy and you hated it. Before you could speak, a firm voice cut through the noise.

"Step back." The room stilled for a moment.

You looked up to see Jungkook, standing a few paces away. His posture was relaxed almost casual but the way he looked at the princesses was anything but.

"His Highness is busy," he added, a polite smile on his lips that didn't reach his eyes. "Surely you know the difference between flattery and overstepping."

The princesses flushed. One bowed slightly. "Forgive us." Then, one by one, they scattered.

You let out a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding. Jungkook walked up, his hands behind his back.

"Congratulations," he said softly. You looked at him. "For?"

"Becoming the Crown Prince." He smiled, a bit more real this time. "I suppose you always were." You nodded, unsure what to say. A strange part of you wanted to thank him not just for the words, but for sending them away but instead, you kept your voice even. "They were annoying."

He chuckled. "You've always hated attention."

You looked at him and something in your chest tightened. "Why did you help?" His smile faded a little, gaze steady. "Because you looked like you wanted to leave. And you've never asked for help... but maybe this once, you needed it."

You said nothing because if you let yourself speak freely, your voice might crack and tonight, you were the Crown Prince. Cracks were not allowed. So, you just said, "Thank you." For a fleeting second, something soft passed between you but you stepped away before it could settle. After all, you weren't here to feel. You were here to rule.

Later that night, long after the music faded and the guests spilled out of the palace in drunken waves of laughter and praise, you stood alone beneath the temple lanterns. The wind was cool. Finally quiet.

You loosened the collar of your ceremonial robe, fingers brushing the sharp edge of the crown emblem stitched at your chest the one that meant your life no longer belonged to you.

"You always disappear after things like this." You turned sharply.

Jungkook was leaning against one of the stone columns, shadows dancing across his face, arms folded as if he'd been waiting. "How long have you been here?"

"Long enough." You didn't respond.

He stepped closer. His expression was unreadable. Not soft or harsh, just watchful. "You were good tonight," he said. "Convincing."

Your brows furrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He smiled faintly. "Nothing." But it did mean something. There was something in the way he looked at you something deeper, something that made your skin crawl and your throat tighten. His eyes didn't wander. They didn't linger on your sword, your posture, your title.

They lingered on you. Your face. As if he was trying to see past it.

You crossed your arms, guarded. "Is there a point to this, Jeon?"

"I just wonder sometimes," he said, stepping closer. "What the crown prince dreams about at night. Does he dream of war? Power? Or..."

His voice dropped lower, barely above a whisper. "...does he dream of being someone else entirely?"

Your breath caught. He held your gaze, just for a second longer than necessary then stepped back, as if nothing happened.

"Anyway. Congratulations again." And with that, he turned and walked away. Leaving behind only silence and suspicion.

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You had always bathed alone. In a palace where even the smallest tasks were done for you robes drawn, water fetched, hair combed you drew the line here. No maids. No servants. No help.

Especially not during this. Because the truth was dangerous one mistake, one glimpse could ruin everything.

So when others your age rushed to the baths after training, laughing and complaining about sore muscles, you never joined them. You couldn't. You wouldn't.

The heat of the bath soothed your aching limbs. Steam curled around you like a protective veil as you leaned against the smooth stone edge, letting the hot water rise just enough to conceal everything that must stay hidden. You closed your eyes for just a moment.

Then the door creaked. Your eyes snapped open. Jungkook.

He walked in casually, like he belonged there because he did. His hair was damp with sweat from training, a towel hanging loosely from his shoulder. His eyes flicked to yours with the usual ease, the usual arrogance.

"I figured you'd be here," he said simply.

You stiffened. "There are other baths-"

"Yeah, but this one's always warmer," he cut you off with a smirk. "Don't worry, I won't peek at your princely bits."

He dropped his towel, stepped in, and let out a satisfied sigh as he sank into the hot water across from you. His presence filled the space too easily. You kept your arms folded over your chest, careful. Still. Watching him closely.

"What?" he asked, glancing at you. "Why're you so tense?"

"I'm not," you lied.

He raised an eyebrow. "Relax. It's just a bath. We're both boys, aren't we?"

You gave a small nod, unsure if your face was too pale or too red. He tilted his head playfully, the corner of his mouth lifting. "Unless... you're not. Unless you're actually a girl hiding in here."

Your heart jumped. But you forced a scoff, turned your head, and said flatly, "Don't be stupid."

He chuckled. "Just saying. You're always acting like you're guarding a treasure under those robes."

"Maybe I am," you muttered. 

The bath fell quiet for a moment, only the sound of water shifting between you. Then Jungkook leaned back against the edge, eyes closed, completely unbothered.

"Good stuff in this water," he murmured. "No wonder you keep it to yourself." 

You stayed still, the herbal mix working in your favor the steam clouding the air, hiding you just enough. He didn't question you further. He didn't press and as he relaxed across from you, humming quietly to himself, you let out a slow breath relief washing over you along with the water. For now, your secret was safe.

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The King sat tall upon his throne, his gaze fixed on the elegant parchment in his hands an invitation sealed with the mark of the Kim family. It was a formal gesture, requesting an alliance through marriage. Their daughter, the princess of the Kim clan, was being offered to secure peace and strengthen bonds between kingdoms.

Han Suk-kyu's lips curled into a thoughtful line. His eyes narrowed in contemplation before he rose slowly, his left leg dragging slightly behind him as he walked. The weight of years and war made every step deliberate. With the letter still in hand, he made his way toward the training grounds, where Jungkook stood.

"You've grown into a fine man," Suk-kyu began as he approached him. "The Kim family has sent an invitation. They wish to form an alliance with our kingdom, by offering their daughter's hand in marriage." He paused, then added, "I believe you would make a suitable husband for her."

Jungkook's jaw tensed. His grip tightened around the sword in his hand. "Why me?" he asked flatly. "Why not Jae-Yun?"

You stood nearby, having overheard it all. Your heart dropped at the mention of your name 'Jae-Yun'. The idea of being married off to some princess felt suffocating. You'd just turned eighteen. The burden of royalty already sat heavily on your shoulder; you weren't ready to carry more.

Suk-kyu didn't flinch. "He is the crown prince. The future king. We will find him a partner worthy of that role, when the time is right." His eyes shifted back to Jungkook. "But this- this engagement with the Kim's would bring us strength. Wealth. Security. You won't need to marry her immediately. Just the engagement is enough for now."

Jungkook looked away, his lips parted as if to respond, but no words came. Finally, he spoke, voice low and firm.

"I don't want to get engaged. I'm not ready to be with someone." And with that, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving the King in silence and you, clutching the edge of your dress, heart still racing.

You followed him out into the quiet of the evening, your steps barely making a sound against the stone. He was by the ginkgo tree again, fists clenched at his sides, shoulders tense beneath his robe.

"You didn't have to say my name," you said, your voice low, guarded.

Jungkook didn't turn to look at you. "Would you rather I said nothing at all? Let them tie me to a stranger while you sit there in silence?"

"I didn't ask you to speak for me."

He spun around then, eyes sharp. "I wasn't speaking for you. I was trying to get out of something I didn't want."

You flinched, just a little. He noticed. His gaze narrowed. "They want to tie me to someone I've never even seen. Smile, bow, pretend I care," he scoffed, stepping closer. "But you? You just sit there on that throne like you belong, like none of this eats you alive."

You swallowed hard. "I never asked for this either."

"No," he said, voice dropping. "But you wear the role better than anyone. A little too well."

He took another step. You didn't back away, but your breath caught when the space between you vanished.

"You've changed," he murmured, eyes raking over your face, searching. "Colder. Sharper. You weren't always like this, Jae-Yun."

You stiffened, heart thudding beneath your ribs.

"Sometimes," he said, voice just above a whisper, "I wonder what you're really hiding behind that perfect posture and that fake title." Your hand twitched, ready to push him away but he didn't move.

"Relax," he said, lips curling into something unreadable. "Unless you really are hiding something. Like a secret you'd die to keep." You didn't respond. You couldn't.

He leaned in, his breath warm against your skin. "Be careful. Secrets don't stay buried forever. Especially not in places like this." Then, without another word, he turned and walked off leaving you in the dark, breathless, and shaken.

----

It started slowly. The whispers in the halls. The doctors coming more frequently, leaving with grave expressions. You tried to ignore it at first, convincing yourself it was just fatigue, just age, just something he'd recover from. He always did.

But then days passed, and Han Suk-kyu remained in his bed, coughing into silken cloth stained with blood you weren't supposed to see.

You stood outside his chamber, hands clenched into fists, nails digging into your palms beneath your long sleeves. Your breath came slow, steady practiced. You had to look calm. You had to be composed. But inside?

You were breaking because if your father fell, if he left this world, what were you then?

A lie.

A fragile secret hidden behind a title that wasn't yours.

You pushed open the doors and stepped in. The air was thick with incense, trying in vain to mask the smell of sickness. He looked smaller in that massive bed. Pale. Shrinking. But his eyes still held their sharpness when they met yours.

"You should be training," he rasped.

"I wanted to see you." you say. 

"I didn't raise you to be soft."

"I'm not," you said, too quickly.

He gave a faint, bitter chuckle that turned into a cough. You stepped forward, but he raised a hand, stopping you.

"No crying. No weakness. Not now."

You held your breath. Because if you spoke, your voice might crack and he'd see right through you.

"I kept you alive in this palace," he said. "I gave you a name, a future. Don't let it crumble because of me."

"I won't," you whispered.

But your chest ached. Because no matter how strong you pretended to be, no matter how tightly you held onto your training, your mask, your duty it was him holding the threads together. Without him, you were nothing. Not a prince, not a daughter. Just a secret and secrets didn't survive long on their own.

----

You sat alone in the far corner of the palace garden, beneath the large ginkgo tree whose yellow leaves fluttered down like whispers. The night air was cooler than usual, brushing against your skin like the ghost of a memory. Your hands rested in your lap, still and trembling just slightly only slightly, but enough that you noticed.

You hadn't cried. Not yet. But the tightness in your chest grew heavier with each breath. You didn't hear her footsteps, only the soft rustle of fabric, then the warm presence beside you.

Sunmi, your mother sat down gently, not saying a word. She didn't touch you at first just sat there, letting the silence wrap around both of you. She smelled faintly of herbs and honey, the scent you'd always associated with comfort even if you'd never admitted it aloud.

"I heard," she said softly.

You swallowed, staring ahead, not trusting your voice.

"I know you're scared," she continued, her voice like silk on stone. "I am too."

You turned your head slightly, not quite looking at her. "You don't understand," you whispered. "If he... if something happens to him-"

She reached out then, gently placing her hand over yours.

"I do understand," she said, her voice firm now. "More than you think." You didn't pull away. Her hand was warm grounding. "He holds everything together," you murmured. "Without him... what if it all falls apart?"

"You won't let it," she said. "Because you're his daughter. Because you're mine. Because you've lived every day carrying more than anyone knows and still, you've stood tall."

Your eyes stung. You blinked fast, but one tear escaped before you could stop it. She reached up and brushed it away with her thumb.

"You don't always have to be so strong," she whispered. "Not when you're with me." And for the first time in a long time, you let your head rest on her shoulder. The stars were out. The wind moved the leaves. And for just a little while, in the quiet space between grief and fear, you let yourself be a daughter again.

----------------- Everything happened so fast. A year passed, and your father's illness only worsened. No cure worked, no prayer was answered. And then he was gone.

The palace was silent the day he died. Draped in mourning colors, the halls echoed with footsteps and hushed sobs. Everyone grieved, but your pain ran deeper than theirs. Not just because you had lost your father but because you had lost the only person who ever knew the real you.

Tears spilled from your eyes, not from sadness alone, but from the weight of it all, the life you had lived as someone you were not. The sword you learned to wield, the voice you had trained to sound deeper, the way you walked, dressed, moved everything sculpted to be someone else. You had buried yourself beneath layers of expectations, of lies... all for him.

And now, he had left you behind with them.

You stood at the edge of the royal pyre, expression blank, heart hollow. You didn't cry like a daughter who had lost her father you cried like a child who had lost her purpose.

Behind you, someone approached. You didn't turn. You already knew who it was.

Jungkook's voice came quietly, but it cut through the still air like a blade. "How long will you keep living a lie?"

Your breath caught in your throat. You froze. What did he just say? Your hands clenched at your sides, heart pounding in your chest.

You turned slowly to face him, your eyes narrowing. "What do you mean?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. "What lie?"

He didn't smile. He didn't smirk. He only looked at you with a knowing, quiet gaze. "You know what I mean."

Your jaw tightened. "How long have you-"

"Known?" he finished for you. "Long enough."

The air around you felt suddenly colder, like it was wrapping around your neck. "Then why didn't you say anything?" you whispered, your voice shaky now. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"I watched you," he said, stepping even closer, his voice low. "Watched you bury yourself deeper every day, convincing everyone, even yourself, that you could carry this alone. But I saw the way you flinched when they called you 'Prince.' The way you never bathed with the others. The way you always looked like you were holding your breath."

You looked away, ashamed, but he didn't stop.

"I didn't say anything because, I knew it wasn't my secret to tell." You couldn't move. Your chest felt too tight. Your mind ran in circles, trying to understand how he had known, how long he had been silently watching you fall apart.

"And now?" you finally asked, your voice barely audible. "Why are you saying it now?"

He hesitated. Then he said, "Because he's gone. And I see you drowning in a life he built for you. You don't have to keep pretending not with me."

Your eyes locked with his, your walls trembling, your mask cracking.

"You knew all this time" you murmured, almost in disbelief.

He gave a faint nod. "And still, I stayed. I'm still here."

"What should I do now?" you ask him, your voice trembling.

"The people in my kingdom will shame me, they'll throw me away, or worse kill me." Jungkook looked at you, unblinking. "Kill yourself Jae Yun."

You stared at him, stunned. "What?" His voice was quiet, but there was weight behind every word. " Kill the name Jae Yun."

You felt your heart skip.

"The kingdom will mourn a prince who never truly existed," he continued, "but in time, they'll forget. The world will forget the lie your father built."

He stepped closer, lowering his voice to a whisper meant only for you. "Leave all of this behind and live. As yourself."

Your throat tightened. "Leave as Y/n." And for the first time, it sounded like freedom.

---- A few months passed. The entire kingdom mourned.

News had spread like wildfire Crown Prince Jae Yun had fallen in battle during a border conflict. His body was never found. Only his sword, bloodied and broken, returned. The royal court held days of silence. The common folk lit lanterns. And your name faded into memory.

You stood behind the palace walls, watching as the world mourned someone who never truly existed.

It was Jungkook who forged the lie. He did it cleanly, quietly, without question. He told the world Jae Yun had died with honor. And with that, the chains around your throat loosened. Not completely. But enough to breathe.

Then one evening, as the sun dipped into the horizon, painting the sky in shades of fire, Jungkook stood before you.

His eyes burned with something unreadable duty, longing perhaps even love. "The kingdom will be mine soon," he said quietly. "And every king needs a queen."

You froze.

He stepped closer. "Not a princess. Not a symbol. A queen. You."

You blinked, unsure if you heard him right. "You want me...?"

He didn't flinch. "Yes. Not Jae Yun. Not the lie. You."

You didn't know what to say your heart pounded like a drum in your chest. But when his hand reached out, gentle and steady, you realized something: You had died in the eyes of the world and yet, for the first time, someone saw you.

------

Jungkook smirked in victory. He had it all the throne, the woman he loved, and vengeance for his father's death.

He never let go of the pain of losing his father. He investigated every lead until a former worker under Suk-kyu confessed the truth, Suk-kyu had murdered the King. Jungkook made sure his father's killer met a slow, merciless death.

And then there was you.

From the beginning, you were a mystery to him. The more you pushed him away, the more he felt drawn in. He remembered the moment he realized the truth when he overheard a conversation between you and your mother. She never called you Jae Yun when you were alone. Only when others were around. That was when he understood: you were a girl, disguised, hidden from the world. He even knew how your father silenced the midwife to protect the secret.

During every sword training session, he had cherished being close to you. He loved the fire in your eyes, the way you challenged him, fought him, tried to outdo him in everything. Sometimes, he even let you win just to see that rare smile of yours.

Now, those memories flashed before him like a dream.

The priest's voice echoed through the small, sacred hall. The vows were spoken. The witnesses were few your mother and his, the only ones allowed to attend. It was a private union, one rooted in secrets, blood, and silent longing.

"I do," you whispered.

"I do," he said, eyes locked on yours, unreadable but intense.

"You may now kiss the bride," the priest announced.

Jungkook stepped forward, lifting your veil with reverence, and pressed his lips to yours claiming you, sealing his triumph.

He was no longer just the king of the throne.

He was the man who had avenged his father's death.

He was the one who uncovered the girl behind the prince's mask. And now, he had the queen who once dared to defy him sitting beside him, not to rule, but to remind the world that even kings could fall for the enemy and win.

The crown was his. The war was over and yet this was only the beginning.

END

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chap.02

➻ 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒔: Jeon Jungkook, known for his pattern of serial relationships, embarks on a heartfelt journey to find his "forever" partner. As he navigates love, heartbreak, and self-discovery through various relationships, Jungkook gains valuable insights that shape who he is. Each connection teaches him something new, ultimately guiding him toward the person he's truly meant to be with.

➻ 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Jungkook x Original characters

➻ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: feamale characters (the girls he meets)

1. Katherine 2. Lacie 3. Raizel 4. Skyla 5. Hei-Ran

➻ 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: drama | coming-of-age | angst | smut |

𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | ◄ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ►

Also you can read on Wattpad: switch girls / j.jk

"Seriously," he asked, addressing her directly, "Why are you in here? And how did you get in?"

The uninvited guest smirked at Jungkook, her gaze never wavering from his muscular torso. He shifted awkwardly under her intense stare, feeling exposed and vulnerable in his current state.

The woman was dressed in a fashionable but professional office attire. A black shirt, paired with fitted trousers, complimented her bad-girl style enhanced by visible tattoos and a tongue piercing. As the woman began to speak, her pierced tongue darted out and ran across her lips, making them glisten.

Jimin entered the room at that moment, his expression a mix of amusement and realization. "Jungkook," he said, barely containing his chuckle, "that's my colleague from work. She came here to pick me up."

"Raizel, let's go," Jimin said, trying to steer the woman away from the half-naked man.

As she smirked and winked at Jungkook, she teased, "Bye baby boy."

Jungkook grumbled to himself, his jaw clenching in annoyance. "I'm not a baby boy," he muttered under his breath, feeling aggravated by the unexpected encounter.

Once the woman, Raizel, had finally left the room, Jungkook let out a deep sigh. He was relieved to have his privacy back, but the memory of her mocking words lingered in his mind. "Baby boy," he muttered disdainfully, shaking his head in disbelief. The audacity of that woman.

Jungkook let out a weary sigh, a familiar sense of resignation settling over him. It seemed that his life had always been a pattern of fleeting flings and hookups. He had attempted to break the cycle, seeking something more stable and long-term. Yet, his supposed 'mistakes' always seemed to derail any chances of genuine connection.

With a solemn expression, he thought to himself, 'Perhaps I'm just not cut out to be a one-woman man'. His desires and urges were a constant battle within him. He regretted what he had done to Katherine, the guilt weighing heavily on his conscience.

Jungkook couldn't help but ruminate on the what-ifs. If only he had contained his lustful impulses, perhaps things would have ended different with Katherine. He desperately longed for a partner with whom to spend the rest of his days, someone who would be his rock and his constant.

Unfortunately, destiny had other plans. His infidelity had shattered the once-promising relationship, leaving behind shattered fragments of their broken love. The memories of their once-happy times, now represented by shattered pieces of an urn, served as a poignant reminder of how he had destroyed their bond.

Jungkook always looked up to his parents as the epitome of a perfect couple. Their love and bond was something he admired and hoped to one day replicate. He believed in the possibility of finding a relationship that mirrored the deep connection his parents shared.

Jungkook chuckled as he spoke with his mother on the phone. She was, as usual, inquiring about his eating habits and asking if he was cooking for himself.

"Yes, Mom, I'm eating healthy food," he reassured her. "No, I cook for myself, don't worry."

Jungkook had moved to Germany for his higher studies, leaving his parents back in Korea. Initially shy and reserved, he had later earned the reputation of being the 'International Playboy' at the university.

It was during that time that Jungkook met Katherine. She was a breath of fresh air in his life and a chance at love.

After his tumultuous past with women, Jungkook made a commitment to focus solely on his career. He channeled his energy and dedication towards his work, ultimately landing a high-paying job at a reputable company.

His exceptional skills and talent in designing were recognized and valued, solidifying his place in the company. With a new sense of purpose and direction, he focused on building his career, determined to put his womanizing days behind him.

The woman entered Jungkook's office wearing a tight white shirt that accentuated her assets, coupled with a black tight skirt. As she walked in, her ample bosoms swayed underneath her clothing. She greeted Jungkook, and he reciprocated her greeting, trying to maintain a professional demeanor.

"Mr. Krämer wanted to know when your team was going to present the new project," she inquired while leaning against his desk.

"The deadline is on Monday, Miss. Julie," Jungkook replied, his expression remaining stoic.

"Oh, right, I forgot," she said, giggling softly. "I'll let Mr. Ziegler know."

She leaned in closer, a sly smile playing on her lips as she inquired, "Are you free tonight?"

He quickly responded, maintaining his composure, "No, I have plans."

Disappointment flickered across her face, but she tried to conceal it with a faux smile.

"Oh, I see," she said, feigning indifference, "Well, another time then."

She turned to leave, her hips swaying as she walked out of the room.

Jungkook watched her leave, his gaze lingering for a moment on her figure before refocusing on his work.

✧₊⁺___

Katherine moved through the hall, surrounded by people who were either intoxicated, making out in corners, or simply vibing to the loud music. She was wearing a simple yet stylish outfit, consisting of a black shirt and light blue shorts. Her makeup was subtle, applied only to enhance her natural beauty rather than create a dramatic look.

Taehyung walked up to her, a grin on his face as he called out her nickname. "Katie..." He pulled her into a tight embrace, his arms encircling her petite frame.

"You look absolutely smoking hot," he complimented, his speech slightly slurred, hinting at his intoxicated state but still coherent enough to articulate his words.

"You look pretty hot yourself, Tae," she replied, mirroring his smile. "Sharon was asking for you," he added, gently guiding her towards the mini bar.

They made their way through the crowd, Taehyung leading the way to the mini bar. The room was buzzing with laughter and conversation, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and the heat of bodies pressed together.

Katherine exchanged hugs with Sharon, and they enjoyed their drinks while chatting and giggling together. However, her gaze shifted towards the male drinking wine.

He was dressed casually yet stylish in a white T-shirt, a black jacket, and skinny jeans. He was casually conversating with one of his friends, letting out laughs periodically. Katherine couldn't help but roll her eyes as she observed him.

Taehyung successfully caught Jungkook's attention, prompting him to glance at the woman next to him. He quickly hid his emotions, feigning a cold demeanor.

"Alright, fellas, let's play the spin the bottle challenge," Taehyung announced, downing the last sip of his drink and rallying everyone to gather in a circular formation.

Katherine groaned in protest, clearly not thrilled about the idea.

The group watches intently as the next spin of the bottle lands on both Jungkook and a friend of Taehyung. A noticeable blush forms on the girl's face, as she tries to avoid the expectant gazes of the encouraging spectators.

Jungkook stole a glance at Katherine, who had a disinterested expression on her face. He tried to shake off any lingering feelings as he leaned forward to kiss the girl.

The kiss was aggressive, with Jungkook sucking on her lower lip and exploring her mouth with his tongue. She clung to his neck, deepening the kiss further.

"Wow, that was hot," several people exclaimed in the circle, clearly impressed by the previous kiss. As the next spin landed on both Jungkook and Katie, the group immediately erupted into excited coos.

Taehyung, sporting a mischievous grin, issued a challenge, saying, "Alright, I challenge you two to 7 minutes in heaven."

Both Jungkook and Katie widened their eyes in surprise, the daring proposition clearly caught them off guard.

The two were forcibly shoved into the small closet, the door locked tightly from the outside. Katie let out an annoyed huff as she found herself alone in the confined space with Jungkook.

Taehyung's voice came through the door, his words firm and insistent. "We won't open the door until 7 minutes have passed, and we won't knock or give you guys any warning before opening it. So, you can't blame us later."

Jungkook clenched his jaw as he heard those words, silently cursing Taehyung in his mind. He had made up his mind - as soon as he was out of this game, he would give Taehyung a piece of his mind, that was for sure.

The closet was so tight that their bodies inadvertently touched, making the proximity all the more intense. The silence between them was deafening, only broken by the muffled sound of the ongoing party outside.

Katie spoke in a low, whispery voice as she addressed Jungkook. "You're probably enjoying this, aren't you?"

Jungkook's frown deepened as he listened to her words. "Why would I?" he responded, genuinely puzzled by her statement.

Katie chuckled; her tone laced with sarcasm. "You just kissed a girl out there and now you're locked up in a closet with another one here. Of course, you'd be enjoying this."

Jungkook's frown deepened further, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance at her implications. "You've got it wrong," he protested, his voice laced with irritation. "I didn't ask for this." his words slurring slightly as the alcohol took effect.

"Oh please," Katie retorts, her voice laced with sarcasm. "You have your chest pressing against mine so snuggly. It's clear how desperate you are for a woman."

Jungkook bristles at her comment, his irritation mounting. "Oh yeah?" he responds, his voice growing sharper. "Well, I didn't feel your bosom at all, it's like I'm with a guy, too flat."

Katie's eyes narrow as she registers his words, his jab clearly hitting a nerve.

Her hands fly to her chest in a defensive gesture. "You did not just say that" she huffs, her cheeks flushing red.

Jungkook grins smugly, not missing the opportunity to rile her up more. "Oh, I did," he says, his tone casual. "And it's true."

Katie lets out a sarcastic chuckle and retorts, "Well then, you just dated a flat-chested woman." Jungkook responds with a muttered comment under his breath, "No wonder why I cheated."

As the words escape his lips, he immediately realizes the harshness of his statement. He glances at her, noticing the unmistakable hurt reflected in her eyes. Clearly, she hadn't expected such a callous remark.

A hint of sadness flickers in her eyes, but she quickly masks it with a scowl.

"You're a jerk" she snaps through gritted teeth, her voice laced with anger.

The door suddenly swings open, causing both Jungkook and Katie to involuntarily flinch.

Taehyung, still visibly drunk, smirks at them as he declares, "Seven minutes is over."

As Taehyung giggles gleefully, he notices Katie storming away from the room, her expression a mix of anger and disappointment.

Taehyung then turns to Jungkook and asks jokingly, "What did you guys do in there?"

Jungkook says nothing, simply walking away without responding.

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chap.01

➻ 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒔: Jeon Jungkook, known for his pattern of serial relationships, embarks on a heartfelt journey to find his "forever" partner. As he navigates love, heartbreak, and self-discovery through various relationships, Jungkook gains valuable insights that shape who he is. Each connection teaches him something new, ultimately guiding him toward the person he's truly meant to be with. ➻ 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Jungkook x Original characters ➻ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: feamale characters (the girls he meets) 1. Katherine 2. Lacie 3. Raizel 4. Skyla 5. Hei-Ran ➻ 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: drama | coming-of-age | angst | smut | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ► Also you can read on Wattpad: switch girls / j.jk

The room resonated with the hushed moans and gasps, the air thick with a growing sense of heat and ecstasy. Sounds of passion filled the room, the temperature rising with each passing moment as they both explored each other's bodies.

The man thrusts into the woman who lays under him as she lets out a muffled groan, she buried her head into the pillow, surrendering to the pleasure as her body trembled with ecstasy.

Her face flushed with heat, she released soft cries of pleasure, completely overcome by the sensations coursing through her body. Jungkook's grip on her hips tightened, his teeth sinking into his lower lips as he thrusts into her.

"Fuck yeah," he muttered in a shaky breath, the curse word escaping his lips as the intensity of the moment overwhelmed him.

"Shit, you like it? Like taking my cock like a good slut you are, don't you" he says. He murmured against her skin, whispering words of desire and need, his voice low and thick with lust.

As she clenches around his length making him groan. He spanks her ass "Don't clench too much babe your making it hard for me" he grunts.

"P-please..." she moans.

"Please what?" he smirks as he asks her, he knows she's close to her edge

"I- I want to c-cum" she says.

"Cum on my cock, cream my cock, little slut" he says as he fists a hand full of her hair and thrust from behind.

He fucked her until she was left shuddering and running out breath, with few more thrusts they both cum together. As he ejaculates filling his juices into the thin rubber.

His fingers released her hair from their clenching as he began to gently caress his hand over her back, his touch feather-light against her sweat-covered skin. He clenched his jaw, his expression strained with need as he ran his fingers through his hair, brushing back the damp strands stuck to his forehead.

✧₊⁺___

Jungkook glanced at the woman who was now fully dressed, her smile reflected back at him as he gave her an awkward smile in return.

He took a moment before speaking, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

"Uh, yeah... it was really good. I enjoyed it a lot," he confessed, feeling a blush creeping up his cheeks. "I hope you did too...?" He waited anxiously for her response; he didn't see her as a random hook-up until she didn't just view this as a casual hook-up.

"Oh I enjoyed it too" she says while passing a smile.

The woman broke the silence, her smile lingering on her lips as she met his gaze, waiting for something unspoken. Jungkook was left confused, his eyes locking on hers as he arched a questioning eyebrow. Her next words, spoken in a casual tone, came as a surprise to him.

"Uh... my payment?" Her question hung in the air, creating a moment of tension between them. Jungkook's eyes widened slightly, his mind racing to make sense of her request. He had expected many things, but this... this was unexpected.

"Payment... you mean money?" he asked, wanting to make sure he had heard her right.

The woman nodded, her expression unchanged, as if he should have anticipated this request. "Yeah, payment. For my services," she clarified with a cool nonchalance.

Jungkook quickly excused himself, "One minute... I need to make a call," he said.

✧₊⁺___

Laughter erupted in the room, as the man clothed in all black sat on the couch, his annoyance evident upon his face.

"Seriously, could you please stop laughing?" Jungkook pleaded as he rolled his eyes, growing frustrated at his friend's amused reaction to his predicament.

Jimin continued to crack up, clutching his stomach as he struggled to contain his laughter.

"Dude, you really messed up," he managed to get out between fits of laughter. "You mistook your date for a call girl!"

Jungkook groaned in annoyance, his patience wearing thin.

"Jimin, stop laughing or I swear I'll punch your face, seriously," he warned.

"It was an honest mistake. She has the same name as my date, and she wore a blue dress, just like her. She was the only woman in a blue dress at the event!"

Jimin chuckled, his amusement growing with each revelation. "The fact that you not only spent the night with her but also paid her... it's hysterical, man," he declared.

Jungkook grumbled, feeling embarrassed but also adamant about the situation.

"I can't just let her go like that," he stated. "She performed her job properly, regardless of my error. I have to make it right, somehow."

Jimin shook his head, a smirk on his lips.

"You're something else, Kook. You're actually considering going back to her?" he teased. Jungkook let out a frustrated sigh.

"I'm not planning to make a habit of it, Jimin. But she deserves proper compensation for a job well done, even if it was a mistake on my part."

Jimin shrugged, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "You're willing to pay her again? You must have really enjoyed yourself, huh?"

"Nope I'm not going to spend another night with her even though I enjoyed it," Jungkook responded firmly. Jimin chuckled, continuing to tease.

"But you've got her number, don't you?"

"Just because I have her number doesn't mean I'm going to spend another night with her," Jungkook retorted, rolling his eyes at Jimin's insinuation.

"What are you going to tell Skyla now?" Jimin asked

Jungkook let out a weary sigh. "I'm not going to meet her, that's for sure. And as for blind dates... please don't arrange them again," he implored, his irritation evident.

"If I had known what Skyla looked like, maybe I wouldn't have mistaken her for the other woman with the same name. It was a total mess."

Jimin chuckled at his friend's predicament, finding it amusing. "It was definitely a mess alright," he agreed, barely containing his laughter. "But hey, at least you had a good time, right?"

Jungkook shot him a glare. "That's not the point, Jimin. I'm not even sure how to even approach this situation now. " Jimin suddenly switched topics, saying, "Taehyung asked if you're attending his party." Jungkook groaned in response.

Taehyung, hailing from a wealthy family, held a party at his home as his parents were away on a business trip. His family's business, which operated in Korea, had a presence in Germany where they currently resided.

Jungkook let out a weary sigh, already anticipating the night ahead. He knew that Katherine would be there, an inevitable fact given her close friendship with Taehyung. The mere thought of seeing her irritated him, and he couldn't help but mentally roll his eyes in frustration.

Jimin's eyes widened in surprise as Jungkook responded, "I'll come." Given the strained relationship between Jungkook and Katherine, he hadn't expected him to accept the invitation.

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The constant sound of water droplets slapping against the bathroom floor echoed throughout, as the hot shower cascaded down his body, soaking his muscular frame. Each droplet ran through his wet hair, down over his well-toned muscles, caressing his flesh and leaving it slick with water.

With a flick of his tattooed hand, he twisted the tap, turning off the steady stream of water.

Steam filled the room, as the heat enveloped the small space. His body remained dripping with water, the droplets slowly trickling down his chest, and onto his toned stomach.

He stepped out of the misty bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, the fabric clinging to the curves of his hips. His wet hair was towel-dried, the locks sticking out in different directions. Droplets of water still clinging to his body, dripping down his chest and torso.

"You got a hot body" the unknown woman in his room says.

Jungkook was taken aback by the unexpected voice in his room. He paused, mid-motion with the towel in his hands, and looked up to find an unfamiliar woman standing there, her eyes raking over his bare torso.

"Who are you?" Jungkook demanded, his voice laced with surprise and confusion, "And what are you doing in my room?"

He looked around the room, searching for his friend, Jimin.

"Jimin, where the hell are you?" he called out, frustrated and bewildered. "Why'd you let this woman into my room?"

The woman continued to linger in his room, her eyes still glued to his body, making him feel uncomfortable to say the least. He adjusted the towel around his waist, attempting to cover himself a bit more.

"Seriously," he asked, addressing her directly, "Why are you in here? And how did you get in?"

........ To be continued

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Switch Girls | j.jk ❥・index

➻ 𝑶𝒖𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆: Jeon Jungkook, known for his pattern of serial relationships, Jungkook embarks on relationships with multiple girls with the intention of finally settling down and finding his "forever" partner. Throughout his relationships with various women, Jungkook gains valuable insights and meets new people. He learns to appreciate the lessons and growth he experienced in his past relationships, recognizing that each ex and previous girlfriend has played a crucial role in shaping the person he becomes.  ➻ 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Jungkook x Original characters ➻ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: feamale characters (the girls he meets) 1. Katherine 2. Lacie 3. Raizel 4. Skyla 5. Hei-Ran ➻ 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: drama | coming-of-age | angst | smut | ➻ 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: This book contains content that may be uncomfortable for some, including depictions of cheating, explicit language, and sexual references. If you find these topics distressing, feel free to skip the relevant chapter(s) or discontinue reading the book altogether ➻ 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒔: Ongoing

➳ 𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝔁 chap.01 | chap.02 | chap.03 | chap.04 | chap.05 | chap.06 | chap.07 | chap.08 |

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Quid Pro Quo - JK X Y/N

PAIRING: Jungkook x fem!reader GENRE: yandere au | supernatural | romance | suspense |

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The young boy moved down the corridor, his head lowered and a black hoodie and mask obscuring his face. He walked purposefully towards his classroom, avoiding eye contact with anyone, as if he had no desire to interact with the other students. Unsurprisingly, none of them showed any interest in engaging with him either.

The boy walked to his desk in the classroom and settled into his seat.

The girls in the class suddenly started to chatter excitedly, and he knew it was because of Kim Taehyung. He was the ultimate college heartthrob, a man every girl dreamed of. Attractive, charming, and possessing a irresistibly cute boxy smile that could melt any heart.

He gritted his teeth with jealousy as he took in Taehyung's appearance. It wasn't fair Taehyung was flawlessly handsome, while he was cursed with less-than-attractive features. In class, he faced constant ridicule for his looks, being called all kind of names.

He always sported a mask to shield his face, tired of the harsh comments thrown at him. People whispered behind his back but lacked the courage to say anything to his face. He had once taught his bully a painful lesson by breaking his jaw, but the insults never stopped.

After finishing his class, he was going towards the library. As he strolled towards the library, engrossed in his phone, he suddenly bumped into a girl, causing her to drop her books.

He quickly bent down to help her pick them up, his voice low as he apologized, "I'm sorry."

She smiled and accepted the books, thanking him politely.

Y/n extended a friendly hand, introducing herself, "I'm Y/n."

He found her friendly and charming, but he hesitated to respond. Fearing that she would also judge him based on his looks, he muttered a quick "sorry" and made his way to the library, leaving her behind, bewildered by his sudden departure.

Deep down, Jungkook harbored a deep resentment for being born with unattractive features.

He longed to have friends and a beautiful girlfriend, yet it seemed unattainable due to his appearance. Every morning, he hoped to wake up as a handsome man, but disappointment met him every time.

The pain of being judged solely on his looks weighed heavily on him. He yearned to be accepted and loved, yet he believed that his unattractive features would only drive people away. He felt trapped in a cycle of disappointment and longing, the weight of his appearance always lurking in the shadows of his thoughts.

One fateful day, he made the desperate decision to seek assistance from a witch. In the eerie darkness, he couldn't even see her face.

When he implored her to make him handsome, she agreed, but only on one condition: a favor from him in return. In his anxious state, he inquired, "What is it you want?"

The witch merely let out a chilling laugh and replied, "You'll find out soon enough," before vanishing into thin air, leaving the young man feeling bewildered by her cryptic reply.

The witch granted his wish, and suddenly, he was no longer unattractive. A wave of happiness washed over him, realizing that he was finally handsome. The revelation that he had been transformed into a handsome man filled him with a newfound sense of confidence. Jungkook relished in the feeling of not being judged based on his appearance anymore.

Jungkook moved to a new city, where he secured a scholarship. He saw this as a chance to start over, to finally live the life he had always wanted. He was excited to meet new people and make friends, and perhaps even find a girlfriend.

He would no longer have to deal with the same students who had judged him for his appearance back in his old school. This was his chance to embark on a fresh beginning in a new city, surrounded by new faces.

_____

Leena nervously approached him, her voice quivering as she asked, "Oppa, would you like to go out with me?" He sighed in annoyance, shaking his head.

"No, Leena," he replied firmly, his patience wearing thin. Ever since he moved here and became known for being handsome, he had to deal with a lot of unwanted attention, including persistent girls like her. Jungkook wasn't looking for anything serious; he was tired of the constant propositions.

"I'm not interested."

He had never considered any of them as potential girlfriends and often just engaged in casual hookups. They didn't seem worthy of his serious commitment, and he had no interest in a relationship, especially one based solely on appearance. It was exhausting dealing with the constant advances, and he longed for something more meaningful than hookups.

Jimin chuckled as he observed Leena's unwavering determination. "It looks like she's not giving up until you're her boyfriend."

Jungkook rolled his eyes, frustrated. "Well, that's never going to happen, not even in her wildest dreams."

Jimin continued, "By the way, have you heard about the new transfer student who's joining us?"

Jungkook raised his eyebrows, intrigued. "No, I haven't. Who is it?"

"I don't know, I just heard that there will be a new student coming" Jimin says shrugging his shoulder.

It had been five months and things were going relatively well since Jungkook arrived. Yet, there was a nagging thought that continued to bother him he still hadn't repaid the favor to the witch who had granted his wish.

The debt he owed to the witch still weighed heavily on his conscience, adding an unsettling feeling to his daily life. Despite his new circumstances, he couldn't shake off the sense of obligation he had towards the witch who had transformed his life. As the days went by, he felt the pressure mounting, wondering when and how he would fulfill his end of the bargain.

"Jungkook!!" Jimin calls out his name making him snap out of his thoughts.

"This is the fourth time me calling out your name, what were you thinking?" Jimin asks.

"Oh, it's nothing" Jungkook replies. "What is it?"

Jimin smirked, looking at Jungkook. "I was wondering if you'd be up for hitting the club with me later. We could have a good time."

Jungkook knew exactly what Jimin had in mind when he mentioned having fun.

He thought that maybe some alcohol and a bit of mindless fun could distract him from the thoughts that kept bothering him.

Accepting the invitation, he responded, "Yeah, sure".

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Jungkook looked at the transfer student who had just walked in with the teacher. His heart skipped a beat the moment he saw her. He hadn’t expected anyone from his old school to show up here, he thought he had already left that part of his life behind. But now, standing right in front of the class, was someone who knew him from before.

Y/N stood beside the teacher as she introduced herself to the class, unaware of the storm brewing inside Jungkook.

The teacher pointed to the empty seat next to Jungkook. "Y/n, you're sitting next to Jungkook," the professor said, causing Jungkook's heart to skip a beat.

Y/n made her way over and sat down beside him.

"Hi, I'm Y/n," she said, smiling at him.

Caught off guard, Jungkook struggled to respond. Jungkook's heart pounded as Y/n took the seat next to him. This was not an expected situation, and his thoughts were in disarray. He was concerned that she might recognize him from his old school and bring up his past.

Finally finding his voice, he introduced himself, stuttering nervously, "J-Jungkook... Jeon Jungkook."

Y/n smiled at him before turning her attention back to the professor, who had begun the lesson.

Meanwhile, Jungkook's thoughts swirled with anxiety.

He fretted about what would happen if she discovered his true identity the boy that everyone used to call ugly at his old school. If that happened, he feared, he would lose the chance for friends and once again become the subject of gossip.

Suddenly, Y/n gently asked, "Hey, are you okay?"

He hastily replied, "Yeah, I'm fine."

Despite his worries, Jungkook reassured himself, thinking that there was no way Y/n could recognize him now. He had changed so much that even he sometimes had trouble recognizing his old self in the mirror. There was no way she could see through his new appearance.

Y/n offered her help, saying, "Just let me know if you need anything." Jungkook simply nodded in response, trying to calm his nerves.

_____

As time went on, Jungkook and Y/n grew closer as friends. Their friendship continued to deepen, and Jungkook found himself developing feelings for her.

Her kindness, politeness, and willingness to help with studies had made a lasting impact on him. He discovered that he truly enjoyed her company and longed for her presence whenever they were apart.

After a few weeks of growing affection, Jungkook gathered his courage and finally proposed to

Y/n. Initially, she was indecisive about accepting, but ultimately agreed to give the relationship a chance.

"There he is" Y/n muttered under her breath as she spotted Jungkook standing with his back turned, unbeknownst to her. As she was about to approach him, she noticed a pretty girl approaching him and closing in on him.

The girl was giggling and seemed overly touchy with him, her hands caressing his shoulder.

A surge of jealousy welled up within Y/n. "Why is she laughing and why isn't he stopping her?" she thought, her frustration mounting.

Jungkook was growing increasingly irritated with Leena's clinginess. He was exhausted from constantly rejecting her advances.

Suddenly, he spotted Y/n walking towards him. Before he could say a word, she surprised him with a bold move she kissed him. Taken aback at first, Jungkook eventually gave in and kissed her back.

Leena sulked as she stormed off, furious after witnessing the kiss.

Y/n pulled away, a mischievous smile on her lips.

Jungkook chuckled, recovering from the sudden kiss.

"Wow, what was that all about?" he asked with a smirk, thoroughly surprised yet enjoying the unexpected display of affection.

Y/n lightly hit his shoulder, causing him to wince slightly.

"Why were you so close with her?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of jealousy.

Jungkook scratched the back of his head, a look of confusion on his face. "I wasn't. She was the one being clingy," he explained.

Y/n crossed her arms, her expression still somewhat envious.

"Still, you could have pushed her away," she pointed out.

Jungkook chuckled and smirked then asked teasingly, "Aww, are you jealous, my love?" Y/n continued to pout, her expression clearly showing a mix of irritation and affection.

Jungkook chuckled again, clearly amused by her jealousy, but he was also touched by her possessive nature.

"Aww, don't pout love," he said, reaching out to cup her cheek. "You know you're the only one for me, right?"

Y/n's cheeks warmed at his touch, her annoyance slowly melting away. She knew deep down that she was the only one in his heart, but the sight of another girl being so close to him had triggered her jealousy.

"I do know that," she murmured softly, her eyes meeting his gaze. "I just can't stand seeing other girls getting cozy with you."

Y/n leaned her head against his shoulder, a small sigh escaping her lips.

"You're so handsome and kind," she murmured, "Any girl would be lucky to have you as her boyfriend."

Jungkook wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

"But I only want you," he reassured her, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head. "You're the only one I have eyes for."

"What if I wasn’t handsome? What if I had been born differently - ugly, not like how I am now? Would you still love me?" he asked softly.

Y/N looked at Jungkook, puzzled by the sudden question.

"Of course I would love you, no matter what," she replied, gently caressing his cheek with affection.

"Even if you turned into a frog, my love for you wouldn't waver."

Y/n chuckled and then leaned forward to plant a kiss on his cheek."Why do you ask such a silly question?"

Jungkook's gaze lingered on her, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. He appreciated her reassurance but still seemed contemplative.

"I guess I was just wondering... what if I was ugly" he confessed, his voice soft.

Y/n's eyes softened, her heart aching at his words. She could sense the insecurity behind his question.

"Jungkook," she said gently, taking his face in her hands, "You could never be ugly to me. Your beauty goes beyond just your appearance."

Y/n looked into his eyes, her touch gentle and comforting.

"Your kindness, your heart, and your love," she continued, her voice filled with sincerity, "that's what makes you truly beautiful. I love you for who you are, not just your looks. No matter what you look like, you'll always be the most handsome man in my eyes."

Jungkook's eyes watered slightly, touched by her heartfelt words.

"Thank you, Y/n," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "Sometimes I forget that love isn't just about looks. You see me for who I am, and that means the world to me."

He pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her close and feeling the warmth of her love radiate through him.

"I'm so lucky to have you," he murmured against her hair.

As days passed, Jungkook and Y/n's bond grew even stronger, their love for each other unwavering. Jungkook had completely forgotten about the favor he owed the witch, his mind preoccupied with Y/n.

The witch, on the other hand, hadn't forgotten. She knew what she wanted, and she was determined to collect on her debt.

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Jungkook chuckled, amused by her relentless chatter about babies.

"Looks like I won't get a break from these baby talks until we actually have one," he teased with a smirk.

Y/n surprised him with her next words, her tone serious and direct.

"Well, then give me one," she said bluntly, leaving Jungkook dumbfounded for a moment.

His eyes widened in shock, and he stammered a response.

"H-huh? Did you just ask me for a baby?".

Y/n moved even closer to him, leaving no space between their bodies. As she looked him in the eyes, her gaze sultry and seductive, she pleaded with him.

"Kook, I want your babies," she whispered breathlessly. "Please, give me babies. I want to have your babies."

Jungkook was taken aback but found himself unable to resist her, his mind in a daze. He tried to protest, but her seductive tone and captivating gaze held him captive.

"But what about marriage? Isn't it too fast?" he managed to articulate.Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, her body pressed against his, her voice a seductive whisper.

"Who needs marriage?" she purred; her eyes locked on his. "We have love, and that's all we need. Just give me your baby, and I promise you'll never regret it."

Jungkook's protests faded as her words wove a spell around him. He was intoxicated by her presence and couldn't deny her request.

Y/n's voice was a sultry whisper in his ear, her body pressed against his.

"Just give me babies, Jungkook. You know you want to. Just say yes."

Jungkook's resistance crumbled under her seductive spell, his mind clouded with desire and love. The thought of having a child with her, the thought of having a tangible bond that would keep them together forever, was overwhelming.

He found himself nodding slowly, unable to deny her, unable to refuse her. As Jungkook leaned in to kiss her, Y/n met him halfway, her lips crashing against his in a passionate embrace.

The kiss was filled with a mixture of desperation and hunger, their mouths moving together in a messy yet loving dance.He pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her body possessively. It felt like all his thoughts had vanished, replaced by a single-minded focus on her, on having her, on giving her what she desired.

____

"Fuck love, you take me so well" Jungkook grunts as he thrusts into her tight pussy.

"Yes!! Give it to me. Give me your babies" she moans and rolls her eyes as he hits her right spot.

His hand slowly started exploring your body, running gently over your curves "Yeah. I'll give you all the babies you want"

As Jungkook lay there, completely oblivious to who was beneath him, he had no clue that his true love was the very witch he was currently entwined with. He had no idea that the favor he had been granting her was to give her a child.

Little did he know, he was now forever bound to the witch, with no escape in sight. Y/n was fiercely possessive and would make sure that Jungkook was hers, no matter what.

Y/n was once a lonely witch, yearning for companionship and affection. Abandoned by her parents in her youth, she understood all too well the deep longing for love.

When her eyes fell upon Jungkook, she felt a connection, recognizing a kindred spirit in him. Like her, he had endured being bullied and ridiculed, labeled as "ugly." She saw in him a reflection of her own longing, a shared craving for the acceptance and love that eluded them both.

Y/n knew that Jungkook, being a human, would be unlikely to accept her advances easily. As a witch, she had a plan. Instead of immediately revealing herself to him, she decided to disguise herself as a regular human.

Using her magic, she camouflaged herself to appear normal, hiding her true identity. With this clever disguise, she approached Jungkook, hoping that by making herself relatable and human-like, she could win his heart.

Y/n's desire for a child with Jungkook was more than a mere whim. For her, it represented a way to bind him to her forever, ensuring that he could never leave her side.

It was a strategic, almost possessive move, but it served her purpose of keeping Jungkook by her side, locked in an unbreakable bond.

Y/n had no intention of letting Jungkook slip through her fingers. She had made sure that he was completely under her spell and that he was now tied to her for eternity.

There was no escape for him, and Jungkook had no idea what he was in for. He was now hers, body and soul, ensnared in her web of love and magic.

END

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J.JK SMUT ONE-SHOT

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PARING- prof jungkook X fem!reader GENRE- smut SYNOPSIS- What happens when you cheat on your test and your professor catches you cheating? He says that he will punish you. WARNING- Strong language, dirty talks, foreplay, Oral sex. Professor AU (Jungkook as prof.)

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The class was filled with busy noises of students all around, and it seemed like there was some kind of activity going on. You managed to enter the class just now before your professor could arrive, feeling relieved that you made it here just in time before anything could happen.

Everyone looked busy studying and discussing something as you walked past them and went to your usual seat.

"Did you prepare for the test??" Sharon asks you, your best friend.

"What test?" you ask being shocked to hear the name of a test, and you're not prepared for it at all. "Mr. Jeon said he would give a test after teaching us this chapter. Did you forget?" she asks, seeming surprised that you had no idea.

"Sharon, please help me with this test. I swear I'll buy you lunch if you do" you beg her.

She was hesitant at first but after you begged her and made her agree for it, she did so reluctantly. "Ok fine, but if Professor Jeon finds out we're going to be in real trouble, you understand?" she says.

The test has already started, and Professor Jeon has already distributed the question papers to every student.

"I hope everyone got their question papers." Professor Jeon says, making sure that everyone received the papers and that there was no confusion. He then gives a firm warning to the students, making you gulp in nervousness.

"Anyone who tries to copy or cheat during this test will be facing serious consequences," he warns, making it clear that you would be punished if you were caught cheating or copying someone else's answers.

Standing in front of his desk, you feel the heat of shame on your face as you have been caught cheating in the test. You stand there now, biting your lower lip out of embarrassment, as he has you stand there and face the consequences of your actions.

"Miss Y/n I didn't expect that you would cheat in the test," he says as he looks at you sternly, seated on his chair while you stand in front of it.

You look at him, noticing how he has his shirt partially unbuttoned and the rolled-up sleeves revealing his tattoos, something that he normally would always keep covered.

His hair was combed back, displaying his forehead with the glasses emphasizing his piercing gaze.

"I hope you know that you'll have to face the consequences Miss Y/n," he says with a smirk on his face.

The tension grew with each passing moment as you stood there, unsure of the kind of punishment that was coming your way.

The fact that he was saying this in such a stern manner was making you even more excited about the idea that he was going to punish you, and you couldn't help but feel interested in finding out what the punishment would be.

There was no denying that Professor Jeon was the hottest lecturer on campus. All the girls and even teachers would gush over him, and it was understandable why. He was a three-course hot meal, and who wouldn't fantasize about that?

You were no exception; you had always had dirty fantasies about him, just like the girls in your class.

With his good looks and attractive personality, he easily made your heartbeat faster any time you found yourself in his presence, and the fact that he was a professor only made him that much more attractive to you.He is grinning at you, his eyes locked on yours as he leans forward in his chair, his hands clasped together, while he poses this question to you.

"Miss Y/n, so tell me what I should do with you?" he says, his expression is making you squirm and want him to punish you.

"Answer me, what do you think I should do with you? You're a naughty student who has been caught cheating, and now you're standing in front of me like this." His tone is demanding, and there's a distinct edge to his voice as he looks at you. You didn't know what to respond so you just stand still.

You were wearing a skirt which exposed your thighs and gave him a tantalizing view, making it difficult for him not to stare. The tight shirt you had worn today seemed to hug all your curves and make you look even hotter, as if it was adding fuel to his already burning desire for you.

"Your movements, your clothes, and that innocent little face of yours… all of this speaks of the naughty little thing you are. And I know you like it when people are looking at you this way."

"You like being seen as such a naughty girl, don't you? I can see it all over you, and I know that underneath all that innocence, a naughty girl is lurking inside of you." His voice was filled with amusement and lust as he spoke to you.

You already had a slight hint of a blush on your cheeks, the excitement was building within you with the way he was talking, making you feel more excited over the idea of him punishing you.

"Naughty girls like you need to be punished."

"Now, strip." he says making you shocked.

"Sorry what?" you ask again thinking you might have misheard him.

"Be a good girl and just do as I order." "And do not make a sound, do not speak unless I allow you to." His tone was firm and stern as ever. The tension grows in the air as he becomes even more serious and demands that you obey him. As you finally complied with his order.

"Now, remove your clothes slowly and seductively. Start from the top and take off your shirt. Then do the same for your skirt, remove it slowly, and seductively." His tone of voice was filled with lust as he commanded you to remove your clothes. You do as you were said without talking much, well you are not allowed to that's your punished.

The atmosphere was becoming more intense as you realized this was beginning to turn from a punishment to something else entirely.

Keeping his gaze locked on your figure he remained in his seat, waiting for you to undress, and the fact that you were doing it at his command was making him even more satisfied. Your movements had become slow and seductive removing your clothes piece by piece, exactly as he had commanded you to be.

"Good girl, very good." He speaks from behind you in a tone that was still commanding and filled with desire.

"Now, you're only in your underwear." His words caused your heartbeat faster. "Come close to me now." as he gave you a new command.

The fact that he was commanding you to get close to him after stripping down to your underwear was making you feel even more exposed and vulnerable, but simultaneously the sensation of being so close to him was making you feel even more excited.

"Remove your underwear." his voice comes out demanding. You kept your cool despite how your body was feeling and did as he ordered you to do.

"Now come sit on top of the table and remain there." You stayed still on the table as you waited for him to give you the next command.

"Put your legs slightly apart and keep your hands on your legs."

Those were the next orders that he gave you, and you couldn't help the sensation of warmth that your body felt as you obeyed his order. Your legs were now propped slightly apart, allowing him to have a better view of the underside of your leg and the rest of your body. And you kept your hands on your legs while maintaining a firm grip on them as you stayed completely still on the table.

"Now close your eyes, and do not open them until I tell you to do so." he says making your brows frown.

"But Prof. Jeon…. why can't I open my eyes?" you say forgetting that you shouldn't be talking because you are not allowed to.

"I said keep your eyes closed and remain as still as possible, that includes not talking as well." He replied immediately, still maintaining that authoritative tone of voice.

He placed his hands on your body, and each touch caused an intense sensation to flow through your body as you remained still and as silent as possible, even when your body felt like it was burning up.

His hands travel over your boobs as he massages them and pinches your hard nipples making you wince.

He brushes his hand over your legs which are spread apart for him. His hands brush over your inner thighs while making its way towards your womanhood which caused your breath to quicken even more as you felt a surge of heat spread throughout your entire body.

"I can feel how wet you're getting from this…" His voice had now shifted to a more seductive tone, as he continued to touch you in more intimate places. You felt his fingers rubbing your pussy as your hands are still maintained a firm grip on your legs. Just then you felt your legs tremble after feeling his fingers pace has increased on rubbing your clit.

"Just a few minutes ago you were wearing full clothes, and now you're practically wet by my touches alone." he says with a smirk on his face, since you have your eyes closed you can't see him, but you sure know that he is smirking.

His fingers are now inside you, fingering in and out of your wet core making you gasp; his two fingers are now hitting your right spot making you squirm. All you can do is spread your legs wide apart and let him finger you and make you moan, and you are not complaining it, you are enjoying every moment, even if it's your punishment.

"And what if I started to do this" Jungkook added another finger making you moan loud as he wraps his other hand around your mouth as he fingers you faster making cry out of pleasure. Your walls were clenching around his fingers while hitting your spots.

"Look at how your body is responding with such pleasure. Your moans are becoming louder every time I touch you in these little spots, I can see how much you're enjoying this entire thing."

His fingers are making your whole-body tremble, this was too much for you to handle so you squirted on his fingers, wetting the table and his fingers as your juices were dripping down the table.

"You were not allowed to do this Miss Y/n" he says making you look at him, your eyes vision seem blurry right now.

"Now get down on your knees and suck my cock" he says making you surprised, as he takes his seat on the chair. You walk up to him and kneel down as he unbuckles his belt and removes his pants.

Having your hands wrapped around his dick you give it a few strokes as you take his dick in your mouth and sucked until you fully engorged and started to push down your throat. You began to be bobbing your head up and down, making greedy slurping sounds as you sucked and massaged his balls with your free hand which caused him groan.

"Such a good kitten, look at you… sucking my cock like good girl" he says while having his fingers curled into her hair and pulled your face down onto his cock. He felt her tight hot throat squeezing around the head as she started to splutter. Ignoring her gagging he fucked her throat.

Few mins later while having throat fucked by him, he finally cum in her mouth.

He gets up from the chair and he says "Sit on the chair and spread your legs and hold it in your hands" you sit on the chair and do as you were said while giving good view for your dripping wet pussy. Jungkook throbbing cock pulsed seeing you like this, he rubs his dick on your pussy as he enters your hole making you gasp.

He starts thrusting making you moan; your hands are wrapped around your legs as you are now getting fucked your professor on his chair. You never fantasied him fucking you in his office on his chair like this. Your walls clenched around his dick making him grunt.

"Such a slut. You are taking my cock like a good girl you are" he says while thrusting in you, the chair was moving with every thrust he made, and you couldn't hold it anymore the grip of your hands on your legs was losing. Jungkook holds your legs up in place and fucks you.

He still has his white shirt on which are making body prints visible because of sweat covered all over his body, his hands grip your legs while pounding inside you.

"prof-.. jeon.. f-uck" you moan, feeling his cock hit your right spot. His cock was thrusting in and out of your core while the skin slapping sound and moans echoed in the room. Just then you were about to reach your climax, so was Jungkook with few thrust he pulls out and cums on your stomach as you tremble after getting your orgasm.

"Get up" he says, you look at him while trying to catch your breath. "Why?" you ask him.

"I'm still not done Miss Y/n" he says as he makes you stand up on your feet and makes you bend over the table and spanks your ass making you moan.

"Let me fuck you from behind".

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PAIRING: heartthrob Taehyung x fem!reader (taken girl) GENRE: dark romance | obsession | campus romance | SYNOSIS: The popular senior student and campus heartthrob is obsessed with a junior girl who is currently in a relationship. He resorts to blackmail, using underhanded tactics to force her to leave her current boyfriend so he can have her for himself.

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Seoul University— a name etched in ambition and agony. In South Korea, it wasn't just a college; it was a crown. The ones who got in bled for it through sleepless nights, bruised knuckles, and broken spirits. Some earned their way through sheer brilliance, clutching scholarships like lifelines.

Some paid their way in their wealth carving a golden staircase straight into the lecture halls. And then, there were the desperate, the ones who'd rather ruin someone else's life than face rejection. For them, the entrance exam wasn't a test, it was war. Even murder wasn't off the table.

Kim Taehyung, however, was different.

Born into a family of wealth and power, he didn't hold a silver spoon. No, it was gold, encrusted with diamonds, perhaps. He never needed to ask for what he wanted. Things arrived before the thought even formed in his mind.

But still, he didn't want his life served on a platter by his family. Not always. He found thrill in earning things with his own hands when the taste of victory came with sweat, not inheritance.

Getting into Seoul University wasn't a challenge for Taehyung. But what did challenge him was her.

A girl, a rival. A constant shadow. She always topped the class, claimed the spotlight, walked halls with pride that clawed at his ego. Every time she ranked above him, something in him snapped not loudly, but dangerously.

He wanted that #1 spot.

He needed it and he would tear down anyone who stood in his way.

The final school exams arrived. And when the results came out there it was. His name. At the top. Not just of his school, but among the ten top students in all of Korea. The Kim family celebrated like royalty, showering him in praise, pride burning in their eyes.

But there was no applause for the girl. No celebration.

She wasn't even listed.

Turns out, while Taehyung basked in glory, she was facing hell. She was pregnant. Disowned by her parents, humiliated in school, abandoned by those who once called her a friend. Alone and disgraced, with nowhere to go, she made one final choice. She didn't wanted to live anymore.

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He glanced once more at the results, then at the empty seat beside him in class. His smirk deepened.

"Checkmate."

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After a whole year of cursing your university calling it useless, suffocating, and soul-draining with its obsession over grades and discipline here you were, standing in front of your mirror, getting ready for the one day it actually felt alive.

The University fest.

It was the only event the administration put genuine effort into. Once a year, Seoul University shed its cold, academic skin and turned into something vibrant. For one day, the strict halls echoed with music instead of lectures, laughter instead of deadlines.

Not that the university didn't have other events throughout the year but let's be honest, most of those were duds.

Awkwardly planned, painfully boring, and almost always micromanaged by stiff old professors who couldn't tell the difference between BTS and a projector screen.

But this cultural fest was different. It was big, bold and buzzing with energy.

They'd even invited actual K-pop idols to perform live. A dream, right? You couldn't help but feel your heart beat a little faster at the thought.

And it wasn't just the celebrities. This fest had everything food stalls, talent shows, games, music, fashion walks.

And of course, Jay. Your boyfriend. Your heartbeat in sneakers and baggy sweatshirts.

Jay was one of the star performers in the dance showcase a skilled, passionate dancer who owned every stage he touched. You'd fallen for him back in your first year maybe it was the way he moved, or the way he made even the smallest things feel special.

The two of you had bonded over so much your love for food, late-night K-drama binges, dance rehearsals, and of course, your obsession with K-pop.

He made you feel seen in a campus of thousands. And today, you were going to cheer for him like your life depended on it.

As the afternoon sunbathed the university grounds in a soft golden hue, you and Mina strolled through the crowd. The air smelled of street food, sugar, and excitement.

Students had set up colorful food stalls on their own laughing, shouting, serving dumplings, corndogs, and kimchi pancakes to their friends, teachers, and strangers alike. It felt like a carnival and for the first time in forever, your university didn't feel so suffocating.

You and Mina made your way through the chaos, finally stopping at a stall selling boba tea and crispy salty snacks. You grabbed your drink and took a sip, the coolness cutting through the heat. Mina nudged your shoulder.

"So, ready to see your boy steal the stage?" she teased with a grin. You smiled, eyes scanning the crowd, already searching for him.

The dance event had just begun, and excitement buzzed through the crowd like electricity. Jay's batch was up against a senior team. The tension was high, the energy magnetic.

But the real stir?

It wasn't just the dance.

It was him.

Kim Taehyung the university's golden boy. The heartthrob. The prodigy.

Good looks, top grades and yes. a phenomenal dancer. He participated every year, and every year, the screams only got louder.

A girl standing beside you let out an ear-piercing shriek that nearly gave you a heart attack. You flinched, shooting her a sharp side-eye. She didn't even notice too busy drooling over her idol like half the crowd.

You rolled your eyes.

Seriously, was she trying to summon him with that scream?

The stage lit up as both teams took their places three members on each side. Jay and his two best friends stood tall with confident smiles, while Taehyung and his crew wore matching expressions of deadly calm.

The music dropped.

The dance began.

From the first beat, it was clear this wasn't going to be an easy win. The seniors were skilled, polished, commanding the stage with sharp moves and years of experience. But Jay's team, they had fire. They had creativity, precision and something the seniors didn't. Hunger.

Jay was mesmerizing each movement fluid, each beat nailed. You couldn't take your eyes off him. He moved like the music was in his bones. And every time he went head-to-head with 

Taehyung in a mirrored step or a face-off, the crowd roared.

You cheered with everything you had, your voice almost hoarse, "Let's go, Jay!"

You watched your boyfriend shine, not just as a dancer, but as a star in his own right. The crowd was split some loyal to the legend, others rallying behind the rising stars and then it ended.

Breathless, intense, wild applause. The results were announced.

Jay's team won.

Your heart exploded with pride. You pushed through the crowd toward him. As soon as he saw you, his tired face lit up. You threw your arms around him with a cheer, and he wrapped you in a tight embrace, lifting you off the ground and spinning you in circles.

You laughed into his shoulder, joy buzzing through every inch of you. You had no idea someone else was watching jaw clenched, eyes cold, the smile long gone from his face.

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You were scratching your head in frustration, hunched over your notebook in the quiet corner of the library. The math problem in front of you might as well have been written in another language. No matter how many times you tried, your answers were wrong, and your patience was running dangerously low.

"Looks like you're in trouble."

Your head snapped up at the unexpected voice. Startled, your eyes landed on none other than Kim Taehyung. You'd been so deep in your struggle, you hadn't even noticed him approach.

"If you don't mind..., can I sit here?" he asked politely, holding a book in one hand.

You nodded silently, unsure what else to do. He took the seat beside you, flipping open his book. Judging by the cover, he was here to study or at least pretend to. You didn't care to ask. The less conversation, the better.

But of course, that silence didn't last.

"Are you struggling with the problems?" he asked, his voice deep and calm, almost too casual.

"Yeah..." you whispered, barely audible.

You weren't sure where your voice went or why you suddenly felt nervous.

"Let me help you," he offered, already leaning in to glance at your notebook.

He furrowed his brows slightly, scanning your messy calculations. Without a word, he picked up your pen and began scribbling beside your steps correcting mistakes, simplifying the process. His hands moved quickly, confidently. After a moment, he looked up and began explaining.

To your surprise it made sense. His explanation was clear, his tone patient. You followed along more easily than you expected, even asking a small question here and there.

Somehow, what started as a frustrating solo study session turned into something completely unexpected.

You were learning math from Kim Taehyung and weird enough you didn't hate it. He made the problem seem simpler or maybe he just made it easier to focus.

After studying with Taehyung for a few minutes where he helped you solve a few difficult problems and even gave you some helpful exam tips you found yourself genuinely grateful. He wasn't as intimidating as you'd always assumed. In fact, he was surprisingly patient.

Just as you were about to thank him again, your phone buzzed on the desk. You glanced at the screen it was Jay.

He'd just finished basketball practice and was asking where you were.

You quickly typed back. "At the library :)"

And hit send.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Taehyung watching you not your screen exactly, but your expressions. His gaze was sharp, observant.

"Is that your boyfriend?" he asked casually.

You smiled and nodded. "Yeah." He simply gave a small nod in return, almost unreadable.

You tilted your head slightly, a frown forming on your face. "How did you know?"

He looked at you, amused, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Easy," he said. "The girl in front of me was smiling at her phone like the world disappeared. Blushing, too. It's either a boyfriend or a serious crush."

He got up from his seat, grabbed his book, and slung his bag over his shoulder.

With one last glance over his shoulder, he added, "Either way, lucky guy." And just like that, he walked away, leaving you sitting there oddly flustered.

"What was he doing here?"

Jay's voice startled you, you hadn't noticed when he arrived.

"He was helping me with some problems, with studying," you replied, trying to keep your tone casual.

Jay didn't say anything at first, but the look in his eyes was serious.

"Y/n, stay away from him," he said firmly.

You nodded slightly, understanding where he was coming from. Jay was never the possessive type. He had always trusted you, been patient, and handled your relationship with maturity even when things got messy. When you were wrong, he called you out gently. When he was, he made the effort to fix it. That's what made your bond strong.

But when it came to Kim Taehyung, there was a shared understanding between the two of you. You'd heard the rumors everyone had. Stories of him being a womanizer, a manipulator, a bully back in his school days. No one knew which parts were true, but the whispers were enough to stain his name.

So, when Jay warned you, he didn't need to explain. You both already knew what kind of stories followed Taehyung and neither of you wanted trouble. Still, something about that brief study session lingered in your mind longer than it should have.

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The fest had ended two days ago, and things were slowly returning to their usual rhythm. The corridors were quieter, lectures had resumed, and the excitement that once buzzed through campus now faded into sleepy yawns and scribbled notes.

You were heading toward your lecture hall, your books hugged to your chest. Jay had already gone ahead to basketball practice, and Mina had skipped class to catch up on sleep. So today, it was just you.

As you turned the corner toward the stairs, you stopped.

There he was. Kim Taehyung, leaning casually against the wall just outside the lecture building, flipping through a book or at least pretending to. He looked completely unbothered, dressed in all black, his hair tousled like he hadn't tried at all but still looked perfect.

Your steps faltered.

As if sensing you, he looked up and he smiled. Not a full grin just a small, knowing smirk that made your stomach tighten a little.

"Oh? Running into me again. Must be fate," he said coolly, sliding the book shut.

You rolled your eyes lightly, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. "More like bad timing."

He chuckled under his breath, then pushed off the wall and started walking alongside you. "How were the tips I gave you? Helpful?"

You nodded, keeping your eyes forward. "They were. Thanks again."

"I'm glad. Not many people let me help," he said, his tone casual but something about the way he said it felt heavier. Like it meant more than just tutoring.

You stopped in front of your lecture door, turning to face him. "Why did you help me?"

He tilted his head, his eyes locking with yours. "Maybe I was bored. Or maybe I just wanted a reason to talk to you."

Your heart skipped a beat not out of flattery, but surprise. He said it so simply, so effortlessly.

Before you could reply, the bell rang. You looked toward the door, then back at him.

He was already stepping back, hands in his pockets. "Go. Don't want to be late," he said, voice smooth. You turned and walked into the lecture hall, feeling his gaze linger for a second longer before he finally walked away.

You stepped inside but for the rest of the lecture, his words echoed in your head. "Maybe I just wanted a reason to talk to you."

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Days passed, and on the surface, everything with you and Jay seemed fine sweet, stable, easy. But deep down something was off. A gnawing discomfort that wouldn't leave.

Taehyung. He was everywhere.

You didn't know how or why but no matter where you went, he always showed up. At the library. Near your class. On campus grounds and now even here.

You and Jay had gone out to a small restaurant after a long week just to relax, eat, talk. He was sitting across from you, smiling as he spoke to his mom over the phone, and you were quietly chewing your food.

Until your eyes lifted and froze.

There he was. Kim Taehyung, sitting just a few tables away with a few of his friends, but his eyes? Locked straight on you.

Your breath caught. You looked away immediately, your heart thudding a little faster. You suddenly couldn't swallow the bite of food in your mouth. Instead, you gulped down water and stared at your plate like it held all the answers.

"Hey," Jay's voice brought you back. He had finished his call and was watching you with concern. "You alright?"

You quickly nodded. "Yeah, I just... need to use the restroom."

You got up, your steps a little quicker than usual. Inside the restroom, you splashed some cold water on your face, trying to shake the guilt clawing at your chest.

You hadn't told Jay about Taehyung how he helped you study, how he sometimes bought you ice cream out of nowhere, how he always found ways to talk to you when Jay wasn't around.

You had tried to avoid him. You really had but he made it hard and today, it was about to get harder.

As soon as you stepped out of the restroom, someone grabbed your wrist hard and before you could react, you were pushed back, your spine hitting the wall with a soft thud.

You gasped. "W–What the hell, Taehyung?!"

He stood close, eyes dark, jaw clenched. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and not in the comforting way.

"You've been avoiding me," he said, his voice low but laced with something sharp.

"Let go of me," you snapped, glaring up at him. He was too close far too close. And all you could think about was that Jay was sitting just a few steps away, in the same restaurant, while Taehyung was pulling moves on you like none of it mattered.

But Taehyung didn't budge. Instead, he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a low mutter quiet, but clear enough for you to catch every word.

"Leave him." You blinked.

"What?" you breathed, your voice barely audible.

His eyes locked onto yours, dark and unreadable. "Leave your boyfriend, Y/n." His words hung in the air like thunder right before the storm.

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You left Jay. You had to. It wasn’t because you stopped loving him it was because loving him meant destroying him. When you asked for a breakup, his world cracked in front of you.

He looked at you like he couldn’t understand because he couldn’t. You stood there, lying through your teeth, saying you were falling out of love, that things didn’t feel the same, that you wanted to let go, and it shattered him.

Jay begged. For days, for nights, he tried everything kind words, shared memories, even silence when he thought it might make you speak first. But you never gave him a chance because if you did, you would break, and you couldn’t afford that.

This was for him. He needed to be safe and staying with you wasn’t safe for him.

It had all started the night at the restaurant when Taehyung cornered you and told you the truth. Or at least, his truth.

You had asked him why. Why he kept showing up. Why he kept pushing. Why he was so desperate to pull you away from Jay and his answer? It was Simple and chilling.

“Because I wanted him to lose something he couldn’t replace.”

Taehyung’s pride had been wounded shattered, really the day Jay and his team beat him in the dance event. His final year. His final performance. The spotlight he thought was his by default taken.

It wasn’t just the win. It was the humiliation. Every year, Taehyung had been the unbeatable top in events, sports, academics. He wasn’t used to second place. Especially not to someone like Jay someone you loved.

That made it personal.

At first, you didn’t believe him. You thought he was just bitter.

But then, you saw it.

The basketball seniors ‘Taehyung’s friends’ began targeting Jay during practice. Subtle at first, then cruel. Elbows to the ribs, trips made to look like accidents, shoves masked as “defense.” Jay, ever resilient, never complained. He wiped the blood off his lip, wrapped his bruises, and went back to the court.

He didn’t want to back down.

Until one day it exploded.

A full-blown fight broke out. Jay and his teammates against the seniors. It was brutal loud, fast, and unfair. Jay couldn’t win. He was strong, but they were ruthless. You watched it all from the sidelines, helpless, broken and furious.

That night, you made your choice.

You looked Jay in the eye. You said the words you swore you’d never say.

“I don’t love you anymore.”

Because you knew as long as he was with you, Taehyung wouldn’t stop, and you couldn’t let Jay be the casualty in a game he didn’t start.

So, you left. Not because your love faded but because it was the only way to protect him from the one man who didn’t know how to lose.

Just like every other day since you ended things, Jay was here standing in front of you with those broken eyes, asking for the one thing you couldn’t give him. Another chance.

“Y/n please,” his voice cracked, raw and desperate. “Tell me what I did wrong. Just tell me, I’ll fix it.”

You stared past him, your arms folded tightly, holding yourself together barely. It wasn’t the first time he begged. It wouldn’t be the last. And every time, it tore a new hole in your chest.

“It’s not you, Jay. It’s me,” you said again, voice dull, rehearsed, lifeless. “I just… fell out of love.”

The lie tasted bitter on your tongue, but it was the only shield you had left.

Because if you told him the truth that you loved him too much to let him, get destroyed in someone else’s revenge he’d never walk away. He’d fight. And he’d lose. You turned around before he could see the tears threatening to fall. You didn’t have the strength to break all over again.

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“The sad look on your pretty face doesn’t suit you, Y/n.” Taehyung. The devil himself, with that same smooth voice and smug grin like he hadn’t been the reason you were slowly crumbling.

You had hoped foolishly that once you left Jay, Taehyung would vanish. That he’d be satisfied. That he’d leave you in peace. But you were wrong.

If anything, he got worse. He was everywhere the library, the café, your department hallway. Offering to “help” with math problems, asking you out like it was normal, like he wasn’t the reason you were walking around with a hollow heart.

You rejected him every time. He didn’t seem to care. Because this wasn’t about you, not really.

Taehyung wanted Jay to suffer to watch the one person he loved the most slip out of his reach and land in the arms of the man who took everything from him. You thought ending it with Jay would be the end of it. But instead, it created a new war one where you were the battlefield.

The worst part? Jay wasn’t giving up and Taehyung hated that.

“Why are you here?” you asked, your voice sharp as your glare cut through the air. Taehyung stood there tall, composed, with that infuriatingly calm smile tugging at his lips. The kind that made your skin crawl. “I’m here for you,” he said softly. “Thought you might enjoy a little company.”

You clenched your fists, jaw tightening. You wanted to slap that smug grin right off his face. “I’d be happy if you disappeared from my sight forever.”

He didn’t flinch. He just stepped closer. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said it the words that made your blood run cold.

“Aww… then I guess you wouldn’t want to see your ex-boyfriend die, would you?”

Your heart dropped and your body froze, You stared at him unable to speak, barely able to breathe.

“What?” you whispered, the fear in your voice betraying you.

He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with something unhinged something far from sane.“You wouldn’t want that to happen, right? My sweet angel wouldn’t want her Jay getting hurt…” he cooed, stepping into your space.

You tried to move, but he was already too close. Before you could react, his arms snaked around your waist and pulled you roughly against him.

You gasped, trying to push him away. “Let go of me!”

But his grip only tightened. “Don’t trigger me, Y/n,” he muttered, his smile gone now replaced with something dark and dangerous. “I’ve been so good to you. Patient and gentle. And yet… you keep disappointing me.”

You squirmed, struggling to break free, your voice trembling. “I already broke up with Jay! What else do you want from me?!”

His face was mere inches from yours now. You could feel his breath, smell the coldness of his cologne. His eyes didn’t blink they pierced. “You,” he said coldly. “I want you. To be mine.”

“That will never happen,” you spat, barely above a whisper.He laughed. Low, empty and unsettling. “Then start mourning him now,” he whispered. “Because if I can’t have you…”

He leaned in closer, lips near your ear, voice dropping to a chill. “You already know what I’m capable of.”

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, your voice barely holding together as tears welled in your eyes.

Taehyung looked down at you, fingers brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch soft disturbingly soft compared to the cold terror building in your chest.

“Because I want you,” he said slowly, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “All to myself. I want to make you love me.”

You shook your head, the tears slipping down your cheeks now.

“I would never fall in love with you,” you said, voice trembling with a mix of anger and heartbreak.

His expression didn’t falter. He simply chuckled low, deep, and terrifyingly calm.

“Doesn’t matter. My love is enough for both of us.” You flinched at his words, feeling his arms still wrapped around you like a cage. His grip was firm, possessive, and it sent shivers down your spine.

“This isn’t love,” you hissed through your tears. “It’s an obsession.”

His smile widened. “Exactly,” he whispered. “And that obsession… is the reason you’re here. In my arms. Away from him. Where you belong.”

He leaned in closer, his forehead pressing gently to yours, his voice dropping to a twisted whisper. “You don’t have to love me now. You will. One day. Or maybe you won’t. But I’ll love you enough to make up for it every day, whether you want it or not.”

Your body trembled under his hold. You had never felt so fragile. So small. So powerless. And the most terrifying part? He looked like he truly believed this was love.

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The first time Taehyung saw you was at the university canteen. You were clinging to some guy’s arm, laughing at something he said your head tilted back in carefree amusement.

He barely glanced your way at first. Just another junior couple being all sweet and clingy on campus. Nothing special.

“Jay’s lucky to have someone like her,” Minjun muttered beside him, taking a sip of his soda. Taehyung looked over. “Yeah,” another friend chimed in, watching you fondly. “He really hit the jackpot with her.”

It was then that Taehyung’s gaze fully landed on you, 'You’ were gently wiping the corner of Jay’s lips where some food had smudged, a soft giggle escaping your lips as he leaned closer to whisper something.

For the first time that day, Taehyung actually watched. Yes you were beautiful but it wasn’t just your looks. It was the way you moved around him. The way you smiled. The way Jay looked at you like he had the entire universe sitting beside him.

Taehyung didn’t care. At least, not yet.

A few weeks later, Minjun dragged Taehyung to a university basketball match.

“Come on, it’s against the juniors. Should be fun. I heard their team’s actually good this year.” Taehyung resisted at first. Sports matches weren’t exactly his idea of entertainment anymore especially not with juniors. But after enough whining, he gave in.

The match was heated. Tough. But in the end, the senior team crushed the juniors. Victory was expected.

Taehyung was casually high fiving his teammates when he spotted you again.

You were on the court’s edge, rushing over to Jay handing him water, dabbing at his sweat with a towel, brushing his hair away from his face as you whispered softly to him.

“It’s okay,” you said gently. “You played so well. You’ll win next time.”

It wasn’t just support. It was tenderness. The kind that made even strangers pause and stare and Taehyung did pause. He watched. Silently. For a long moment. And something shifted. He didn’t know what it was. Just that it didn’t sit right. That warm, loving look in your eyes it should’ve been on him. Not Jay.

After that, he started noticing you. Not by choice at least, that’s what he told himself.

But somehow, his eyes found you across the campus courtyard. In the library. By the vending machines. Laughing with Jay under a tree. Holding hands during a club meeting. You were everywhere. And with every passing day, the irritation turned into something darker. Something sharper.

He tried to pull your attention. Once, he handed you a book from a top shelf in the library. Another time, he stopped someone from spilling their drink on you at the café.

Each time, you barely looked at him. Just a soft “Thanks" or a polite bow, then you were gone. Back to Jay. Always to Jay.

You ignored him. Not cruelly just like he didn’t exist and that annoyed him more than he ever expected. Because someone like him 'Kim Taehyung’ didn’t get ignored.

Especially not by someone like you. You should’ve noticed him. You should’ve looked at him the way you looked at Jay. But you didn’t and soon, he couldn’t stop looking back.

It wasn’t like Taehyung couldn’t have any girl he wanted.

With a single glance a smirk, a whisper girl practically threw themselves at him. They loved the way he looked, the way he moved, the reputation that clung to his name like perfume.

But they didn’t want him. They wanted the image the wealth, the power, the danger. And that bored him.

Until you. You didn’t look at him the way others did. In fact, you barely looked at him at all. That made him want you more. Not for fun. Not for ego. But for something deeper. Something darker.

He didn’t just want you he wanted what Jay had. The love. The attention. The gentle care in your voice when you spoke to him. The way your eyes lit up around him.

Taehyung wanted that. He wanted to be on the receiving end of your affection, your worry, your everything. Even if it meant stealing it.

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When the university fest was announced, and the annual dance competition returned the one Taehyung entered every single year he saw his opportunity.

It was never about the gold medal. Not this time.

He didn’t want to beat Jay on stage. He wanted to beat him in your heart. To rip the spotlight from Jay, not for victory but to win you.

To take you.

He began crafting his game. Slowly, carefully. Pretending it was all about revenge telling you Jay humiliated him, that he needed to reclaim what was his. But that was a lie.

Jay wasn’t the target. You were.

He told you that if you didn’t stay away from Jay, if you didn’t listen, if you didn’t obey, he couldn’t be sure what might happen to him. And it worked.

You backed away. You avoided Jay. You ended it for his safety. Even as it shattered you.

Taehyung saw it. The pain in your eyes and he loved it. Because you were doing it for Jay. You were sacrificing your own heart for his safety.

Even if it burned Taehyung with rage knowing Jay still held a piece of you, he used that love like a weapon.

Jay became the leash, and Taehyung was holding it tight.

"You’ll do anything for him, won’t you?” he once whispered in your ear. “That’s fine. Because as long as he’s breathing… I own you.”

It was never about dance. Never about winning a medal.

It was always about owning your heart even if he had to crush it to get there.

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Taehyung observed your unconscious form with a mix of satisfaction and curiosity. As his gaze fell on your wrist, he noticed a distinct mark that caught his attention. Recognizing the letter 'V' etched on your skin, his smirk grew wider as realization dawned upon him.

"Looks like I've finally found you, my precious soulmate," he murmured to himself.

Taehyung left your unconscious body in the bed while a sense of contentment washed over him.

He had finally discovered his long-lost soulmate, a person he had been tirelessly searching for.

But now, there was another matter that required his attention. He had a witch under his custody, a witch who he had sought out for help in finding his soulmate.

However, destiny had granted him a different path, he now had to handle the situation with the captured witch.

Taehyung approached the caged witch, his eyes fixed upon her weary frame.

"I require your cooperation," he stated firmly.

"I was informed you were responsible for helping me find my soulmate," he continued.

The witch, weakened by the torment endured, retorted angrily, "Find your soulmate?! That's never going to happen."

Taehyung sighed; irritation evident in his tone.

"You forget your own predicament. You're in my custody, a position where you should be thankful to be alive."

The witch grumbled under her breath but remained silent, aware of the power dynamic.The witch, a smirk forming on her face, inquired, "What's in it for me? What do I stand to gain if I help you?"

Taehyung responded calmly, "I'll set you free."

Taehyung instructed the witch to peer into Y/n's past, seeking to uncover her life story before their paths crossed.

The witch complied, delving into Y/n's history and recounting her experiences.

Taehyung was pleased with the information revealed, discovering that the rituals he had performed had indeed taken effect. Everyone Y/n had cared about, everyone who had loved her, had tragically perished.

At the tender age of 14, Taehyung's peers among the royals had already found their soulmates, while he remained unable to locate his own. It seemed that fate had bestowed his friends with the gift of soulmates since birth, but for some reason, Taehyung doubted whether he even possessed a destined partner.

Taehyung's father, growing ever more frustrated with his son's inability to find his soulmate, decided to seek assistance from witches to help in the quest. Taehyung, being willful and accustomed to receiving everything he desired due to being the sole heir to the throne, never took no for an answer.

As a result, his father, in an effort to aid his son, reached out to witches, hoping that they would be able to solve the mystery of Taehyung's elusive soulmate.

Upon hearing that his soulmate still hadn't been born, Taehyung's anger boiled over. The fact that he had to wait for his soulmate to be born infuriated him. He was possessive and territorial, unwilling to accept the idea of anyone else potentially capturing her heart.

Fueled by his possessive nature, he requested that the witch perform rituals on his behalf.

Taehyung's frustration turned into outright anger towards his father when he realized that the favors the witches demanded were beyond their means.

In his rage, Taehyung found his father utterly useless, leading him to commit the extreme act of killing his own father to ascend the throne and reign over the kingdom.

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As you regain consciousness, you become aware of a gentle touch on your head. Opening your eyes, you look up to find Taehyung sitting beside you, his hands tenderly caressing your head.

"Why are you here?" you ask, your voice still groggy from sleep. You attempted to sit up in bed as you met his staring gaze.

Taehyung smiled at you, a sense of sweetness in his tone as he replied, "Don't you think it's perfectly normal for me to be in my own room, love?"

Despite his sweet demeanor, you couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something strange about his behavior.

Taehyung seemed strangely concerned for your well-being as he inquired, "Are you alright? Do you need anything to eat?"

You were bewildered by his friendly demeanor, knowing the rumors about his behavior towards women. The gossip surrounding him stated that he was a notorious womanizer, and no woman who spent the night with him ever returned. These rumors made you wary of his intentions towards you.

You mustered the courage to speak, your voice trembling slightly, "I... I want to go home."

Taehyung responded casually, a hint of possessiveness in his tone, "This is your room, darling."His possessiveness sent a shiver down your spine, his use of the pet's name making you uneasy.

You plead Taehyung through tears, tears, plead him to release you, you say, "Please, I'm just a slave who cooks here. Please, let me go."

Taehyung's plans had been thwarted. He had envisioned his soul mate to come from a respectable or wealthy background, perhaps a princess, but you were far from his expectations. You were from a lowly family, serving as a slave in his castle.

Taehyung's smile widens as he leans closer, intending to kiss your lips, but you swiftly turn your head aside, causing him to end up kissing your cheek instead.

"How can I let you go, my sweet?" he murmurs, a hint of playful frustration in his voice. "You are my soulmate; you cannot escape me."

He reaches out and gently grabs your chin, turning your face towards him, as he gazes intensely into your eyes. "You belong to me, darling. There is no escape from our bond."

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest, your mind racing as you realize the significance of his words.

Taehyung's expression softens slightly as he says, "Don't worry, I won't force you. We can take our time to build our relationship."

Confusion washes over you as he mentions working on your relationship, especially considering his age and your lack of consent.

Tears stream down your face as you adamantly reply, "No, I don't want to be with you."

Taehyung's eyebrows furrow slightly as he hears your refusal, but he remains composed.He gently reaches out and wipes the tears from your face, his fingers gently caressing your cheeks.

"Sweetheart," he says in a soothing tone, "I understand that this is a lot to process, but you have to understand that you are mine. Whether you want it or not, your soul belongs to me."

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You reluctantly accepted your new reality, deciding to live with Taehyung. He provided you with luxurious food, clothes, jewelry, and anything you desired. Despite your minimal interactions and resistance, he still treated you with kindness, satisfied with merely having you by his side.

Taehyung seemed content with your presence, even though you didn't fully reciprocate his affections.

Life took an unexpected turn when you found yourself married to Taehyung. You felt trapped, unable to escape the situation as saying no seemed pointless. Your hopes of being treated well by your family and husband were dashed, leaving you feeling disillusioned.

But now, an unfamiliar person declaring himself as your soulmate and professing love left you utterly shocked.

Taehyung's voice was gentle as he inquired, "Are you alright, love?"

It was your wedding night, but the events of the day had taken their toll on you. The crowd, the guests, and the grandeur of the occasion had left you exhausted and weary, especially in your heavy wedding dress and painful high heels.

He noticed the pain written on your face and added, "You look tired. Those heels must be causing quite a bit of discomfort." Taehyung gently took one of your feet in his hand and examined the bruises on your legs.

"I'm fine" you say in a low tone.

Taehyung frowns slightly at your dismissive response.

"You're not fine," he says, his voice tinged with annoyance. "I can see the bruises on your legs. Those heels have been tormenting you all evening."

He carefully places your foot back on the floor and looks at you intently, his irritation evident.

Taehyung gently caresses your cheek as he speaks "It's our wedding night, love."

His words send a shiver down your spine. You knew exactly what he was insinuating, and the thought makes your heart race.

He was undeniably attractive, with a physique reminiscent of a Greek god and a face that any girl would swoon over. Yet, you couldn't help but wonder how you, of all people, managed to be his soulmate.

Taehyung's gaze lingered on your face, studying your reactions intently. He seemed to relish in the moment, savoring your unease.

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping an octave, "You look nervous, love. Are you nervous about being alone with me?"

He had a predatory gleam in his eyes as he slowly reached out and traced his fingers along your exposed collarbone.

Taehyung spoke softly, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection as he confessed, "Ever since we met, everything seems to have turned to gold, as if you were made just for me. You are a true gift from the gods."

His words touched a deep chord within you, as years of feeling like a disgrace suddenly seemed distant. A single tear escaped your eye as you absorbed the impact of his heartfelt declaration.

You hugged him tightly, a sense of gratitude and affection welling up within you.

"I'm lucky to have you," you murmured into his chest, feeling incredibly fortunate to be in his arms.

Taehyung wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly, enveloping you in a warm embrace. He had a protective demeanor, treating you like a delicate flower, showering you with tenderness and care.

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You woke up, your legs feeling numb and slightly sore from the previous night's activities. The night had been magical, filled with gentle intimacy and care. Despite the age difference, Taehyung had made you feel special and pampered.

He asked, his honey skin glowing, "How are you feeling?"

You couldn't help but blush as you took in his naked body, your gaze lingering on his figure, and the memories of the night before came flooding back.

"I'm feeling alright," you replied, a tinge of blush still visible on your cheeks. "Just a bit sore."

Taehyung chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he observed your blushing face. "I didn't hear any complaints last night," he teased.

You felt your cheeks heat up even more at his words, and you averted your gaze, too embarrassed to maintain eye contact with him. You knew he was referring to the passions of the night before.

Taehyung noticed your shy demeanor and smiled, amused by your reaction. He reached out and gently grabbed your chin, making you look up at him.

Taehyung spoke with a mixture of possessiveness and tenderness in his voice, his gaze fixed on you.

"You have no idea the lengths I went to have you here in my arms," he whispered, his hand tracing a gentle pattern on your bare skin.

He tightened his arms around you, pulling you closer to him.

"Every single thing I did to have you here was worth it," he continued, his eyes searching yours intently. "I would do it all again and more if it meant I could have you like this."

Taehyung leaned in and kissed your forehead gently, his lips lingering for a moment before he spoke again.

"I'm not letting you go, ever," he murmured, his voice firm and determined. "You're mine now, and I won't let anyone, or anything take you away from me."

You found yourself feeling both trapped and cherished. Despite his cruelty towards others, he had always been an angel to you, loving and protecting you wholeheartedly.

When the rest of the world turned away and showed you a cold shoulder, he was the only one who welcomed you with open arms.

In that moment, you didn't care about the world outside. All you wanted was to be selfish, to be with him forever, and hold onto the love and security he provided.

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King's Mate- V X Y/N. 01

PAIRING: King Taehyung x fem!reader GENRE: yandere king au | supernatural | romance | suspense | W.C: 2.5k words

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Such names were all you were given, born from a poor family. Your family considered you a disgrace to them all.

The day you were born, your mother also died, and your father, to your misfortune, began to harbor envy towards you. He was a farmer, and since your birth, his business in agriculture went low. All the crops were destroyed due to the cruel climate or a new disease spreading all over the kingdom.

Your father always saw your very existence as a curse upon your family, as his business in the farm went low, he became infected by a disease and died, leaving you and your elder brother the only ones to survive. The only family you had to call your own was your brother, but even then, he hated you and saw you as a 'disgrace' within the family. He envied and detested you, as he thought you were the reason behind your parent's deaths.

The villagers, aware of your family circumstances, whispered behind your back, calling you a 'witch'. They spoke as if you were responsible for the death of your mother during birth, and the illness that befell your father, eventually leading to his death.

Your heart sank deep, weighed down by immense guilt and pain. You couldn't fathom why all of these misfortunes had befallen you. You never longed for any of it, never wishing for your family to suffer. All you ever wanted was for your family to be blissfully happy, but it seemed like the universe had other plans in store.

Your elder brother, burdened by the weight of the farm he inherited, believed that your presence was the cause of the crops never becoming good. He wanted to expel you from the house, but he knew that at the age of only 10, it was not possible, since he was already 19, a legal adult.

Every day became a source of torment for you as your brother relentlessly demanded that you learn how to cook, though you possessed no prior knowledge in doing so. Your father's elder sister, your aunt, was unwell due to the same disease infecting the town, and she made sure to instruct you on how to prepare meals.

However, it was not out of choice; your brother forced you to learn cooking and cleaning, hoping that it would appease him and make him happy.

As days passed, villagers continued to spread malicious gossip behind your back, claiming that the disease was due to your presence. Your brother felt powerless, unable to discard you from his house.

Slowly, the disease began to subside as the years went by, and you had just turned 15. Your brother, in his desperation, considered finding a man to marry you off to. However, no man in the entire town was willing to wed a girl deemed cursed with misfortune

Your brother traveled to the Amethyst Kingdom in search of a husband for you. He found a soldier, a man renowned for his skill and well-paid. The only caveat was that he was significantly older than you; he was 29 years old while you were just 15.

You had no desire to wed the man, but your brother's relentless forcing compelled you to go along with the arrangement, even though you did not want it.

You had hoped that marriage would bring happiness to your life, but your husband was cold and distant, constantly absent from home. Fearful of his ire, you refrained from seeking his attention. You didn't want yet another person to despise you for your supposed curse.

Your husband, Jung Ho Seok, was a soldier, and through him, you secured a job as a maid within the palace. Working there, you found solace in the company of your friends. Born without any affection or attention, your life had been steeped in sadness. But now, after marrying Ho Seok, you felt as though a new chapter was unfolding before you.

You caught a glimpse of your husband out on the training field, and you decided to use your break time to wander around.

Sera, one of the maids and your friend, mentioned to you, "Your husband is quite skilled with the sword."

You had met Sera after joining the palace staff and had become close friends, but you had never disclosed any details about your past life or how you were in the past, keeping those memories to yourself.

Your brother, Kim Jun woo, was relentless in ensuring that you never revealed anything about your family's background. Out of fear of being ridiculed and gossiped about, you silenced yourself, preferring to keep your past concealed and protect yourself from the whispers that trailed behind your back.

"How are things between you and your husband?" Sera inquired. She was older than you, soon to turn 20, whereas you were nearing 18.

It had been two years since you and Hoseok were married.Sera, observant as she was, could sense the strained dynamics between you two, even without you ever divulging any specifics. Hoseok seemed unbothered by your presence at the palace, even when you fell ill, as he was fixated on his duties to the kingdom.

"He treats me well enough," you responded in a soft tone. Though he might have been better than your own family, Hoseok would come home from work but say little to nothing. When you made a mistake, he never raised his voice, nor did he acknowledge your presence.

In hindsight, you should have expected this outcome, but secretly, you were relieved that he didn't bad mouth you or subject you to abuse.

"Have you heard about the King of the Lagia Kingdom? Rumors abound that he's a notorious womanizer, known for his ruthlessness. Some even say that he venerates the Lords of the Underworld, and others go so far as to call him a demon," Sera says to you.

You were aware of the reputation of the King of the Lagia Kingdom, as many whispered about his ruthlessness. Having subjugated numerous kingdoms, he now ruled over half the world, a fearsome conqueror. His invasion of your own kingdom had left both the citizens and the king itself paralyzed with terror.

You stole a glance at the soldiers training, and your eyes landed on your husband, drenched in sweat as he honed his skills. All you yearned for was a simple, peaceful life. With the war imminent, many would fall, but you just hoped your husband would return safely after the conflict.

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There is your husband, laid down, covered in blood. Your eyes fill with tears as you look upon his lifeless body.

"You are a curse," a voice in your head screams. "A witch. You've now taken your husband's life, too."

"No! NO! NO!" you shout, desperately trying to shut out the voices.

Your brother, glaring at your behavior, sneers, "Y/N, pull yourself together. I had hoped that finding a husband would bring some positivity into your life, but clearly, it has only brought more misfortune. Instead of making things better, you've just become a living curse, a disgrace.

You've taken your husband's life, and it's clear that you're nothing but a burden to those around you" your brother says, each words feels a sharp knife being stabbed to your heart.

Your brother, after arranging your marriage to Hoseok, never bothered to visit or speak with you. When he heard the news of your husband's death in the war, he came to see you.

Now you were alone, your brother was married and had a pregnant wife to look after. He declared, 'I can't keep a witch in my house; she'll devour my child and my wife alive.'

His words struck your heart, causing it to throb painfully.

After the death of your husband, you started serving the New King as a maid, you continued your job. Despite knowing how cruel the King was, you still needed a job to survive.

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The new King, Kim Taehyung sat upon the throne, looking down at the women gathered before him. All of them kept their heads bowed, trembling with fear in the presence of the ruthless king.

He scanned the women until his gaze settled on a particular woman. With a single word, "her," he commanded the guards to seize her and lead her into a separate room.

A smug smile played on the king's lips as he watched her being escorted away.

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Taehyung gazes down at the lifeless woman lying beneath him, his eyes cold and unfeeling. She wasn't the one, he has many countless days and night to find the one. He hadn't found the one he was searching for. He had scoured half the world, determined to find his soulmate.

Taehyung had gone to great lengths, performing rituals and consulting witches, to ensure that his soulmate belonged to him and him alone. If anyone loved her, they faced dire consequences, often meeting their end.

Taehyung approached the main hall, where a royal meeting was in progress. Despite his relentless search, he had yet to find his elusive soulmate. The countless women he had been with turned out to be false leads, and even the witches he had consulted had betrayed him, leaving behind only a singular clue: his soulmate bore a birthmark shaped like the letter 'V'.

His gaze shifted to a woman emerging from the royal kitchen. Time seemed to stand still as he laid eyes on you

Taehyung had never seen you before, but upon spotting you, he was immediately intrigued. Your appearance suggested you came from a humble background, and he assumed you were a slave working in the palace.

He couldn't help but smirk as he continued to stare at you.

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Taehyung commanded one of his royal guards to obtain information about you. They subsequently divulged that you had been transferred from one village to another, and that your parents had tragically passed away. Furthermore, they also informed him that your husband had also died, leaving you to face the world alone and without any support.

The mere thought of you having been married to someone else sent Taehyung's blood coursing with irritation. He despised the notion of you having been claimed by another man. Yet, he found a sense of satisfaction knowing that your husband had already met his end on the battlefield.

"Bring the woman to my chamber," Taehyung commanded the guard.

"But Your Majesty, she's a widow," the guard protested. He was familiar with the king's reputation as a womanizer, but the king had never shown an interest in women who were either married or widowed before.

"Do you have a death wish? Do as I say," Taehyung's voice carried a clear warning.

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"What on earth are you doing? Let me go!" you scream as the guards forcibly drag you towards a room that obviously belongs to the king.

Terror grips your heart, your mind racing with morbid curiosity and anxiety as you have no idea what the king has in store for you. You desperately struggle to break free from their grasp, your heart pounding fiercely in your chest.

"Please, I've done nothing wrong! I beg you, release me!" you plead with tears streaming down your face.

You were hurled into the king's room, the door slamming shut behind you. Your entire body quivered as you laid eyes upon the man sitting on the royal bed, leisurely sipping his red wine.

Taehyung approached you, peering down at you while you were on the ground. "Tsk tsk. If only you hadn't struggled so fervently, my guards wouldn't have thrown you to the ground. You would've been tossed onto my bed by me instead," he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I'm already married, please." you implored, desperation laced within your words.Taehyung tightened his grip on your hair, pulling you forcefully closer, causing you to wince in pain.

"Your husband is dead, darling," he smirked, his tone mocking. "You're mine now. You're not married anymore. You belong to me."

His dark eyes burned with an intense desire as he looked deeply into yours.

Taehyung roughly lifted you up and threw you onto the bed, towering over you as he looked down at your tear-streaked face. He traced his fingertips across your damp cheeks, causing you to flinch under his touch.

"Don't cry, darling," he purred, a sly smile playing on his lips.

........... Part two: King's Mate - V x Y/N

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