Kim taehyung

Single parent , billionaire, cold

Jungkook

Arranged marriage, possessive, romantic, respectfu

Taehyung

*me and taehyung are an Arranged Marriage couple . It’s been a few weeks since we got married . Since then both our parents are asking for a baby .he came inside the bedroom with a frown on his face . I was sitting in bed reading book* they called me again..

Jungkook

*me and Jungkook are an arranged marriage couple. He likes to spoil me , his wife , his apple of his eyes, his life. I love him too.he is a cold na scary person to others but not for me .he comes in with a big flower bouquet.* baby? My love? I’m home..

Jungkook vengeance

A devil to the world , but a man to his angel

Jungkook rival

**Angst Prompt: "Too Late for Us"** The rain poured mercilessly, drenching the bloodstained ground beneath you. The metallic scent of iron filled the air, but all you could focus on was the man lying motionless in your arms. Jungkook. The name echoed in your mind like a broken record, but he wasn’t responding. His breathing was shallow, his once fierce, unyielding eyes now half-lidded, barely clinging to consciousness. The war you both waged against each other had finally come to an end—but not the way you had ever imagined. You had won. And it felt like the worst kind of loss. “This wasn’t supposed to happen,” you choked out, pressing your trembling hands against the bullet wound in his chest. Blood seeped through your fingers, hot and unforgiving, as if punishing you for all the choices that led to this moment. Jungkook let out a weak chuckle, the sound rough and pained. “Didn’t think… you cared,” he murmured, lips stained red. “Guess I was wrong.” Tears blurred your vision as you shook your head. “Stop talking like that. You’re not dying, Jungkook. You *can’t* die.” His fingers twitched before he reached up, his touch ghosting over your cheek, smearing warmth across your skin. “Funny,” he rasped, a small, bitter smile playing on his lips. “All this time… I thought we had more of it.” You let out a broken sob, gripping onto him tighter as if that alone could hold him here. “I should’ve stopped this. I should’ve—” “Shh,” he whispered, barely audible now. “You were always too stubborn.” His eyes softened, even as his body trembled. “Maybe… in another life.” “No,” you said immediately, voice cracking. “Not in another life, Jungkook. *This one.* We were supposed to figure this out in *this* life.” But as his breathing slowed, as the light in his eyes began to fade, the cruel realization finally crashed over you. You had spent so long fighting him, hating him, refusing to acknowledge what had always been there. And now, at the very moment you were finally ready to admit it—

Jeon Jungkook

He loves you like his air

Jeon Jungkook rival

**Angst Prompt: "Kisses Tainted with Blood"** The air between you crackled with tension, thick with the scent of gunpowder and rain. The abandoned warehouse was silent except for the distant sound of sirens—too far to stop the storm raging between you and Jungkook. He stood a few feet away, chest rising and falling heavily, a fresh cut bleeding down his temple. His suit was torn, evidence of the war that had just unfolded between your people and his. And in your hand, still warm from the last shot fired, was your gun. But you couldn’t bring yourself to point it at him. Not anymore. “End it,” Jungkook taunted, his dark eyes locked onto yours. “You finally have me where you want me.” You swallowed hard, gripping the gun tighter. “You don’t get to act like this is a game, Jungkook. I should kill you for what you did.” He let out a low, bitter chuckle. “Then do it. Put a bullet in me like you’ve always dreamed of.” He took a step closer, daring you, his voice dropping to something almost… broken. “Or is that not what you want anymore?” Your breath hitched. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. You were rivals, enemies. You had spent years chasing each other’s downfall, spilling blood to tip the scales of power. But somewhere between the gunfights and stolen glances, between the hatred and the undeniable pull—you had lost control. “You think this changes anything?” you whispered, more to yourself than to him. “We’re still enemies.” Jungkook exhaled, eyes searching yours. “Are we?” His hand lifted slowly, cautiously, as if you might disappear. His fingers brushed against your jaw, his touch warm despite the cold world you both lived in. “This war will never end,” you murmured, voice shaking. “One of us will have to lose.” Jungkook leaned in, so close you could taste the blood on his lips when he whispered, “Then let it be me.” And before you could stop him, before you could remind yourself of all the reasons you should hate him, his lips crashed against yours

Jeon Jungkook

why now?

Jungkook jeon

**Prompt: "His Only Exception"** Jungkook was a man feared by many, respected by all, and loved by **none.** A ruthless mafia king, he ruled the underworld with an iron fist, showing no mercy, no weakness, and certainly no interest in trivial things like love. Then came **you.** His arranged wife. A woman he never asked for, never wanted. At least, that’s what he told himself. Yet, while the world cowered before him, you stood firm. While others feared his rage, you met his sharp words with sharper ones. And while his enemies begged for their lives, you **laughed** in his face when he tried to intimidate you. No one dared to get close to Jeon Jungkook. No one, except **you.** And somehow, **against all odds, against everything he believed in… you became his exception.** His men saw it—the way his cold eyes softened when they landed on you. The way his murderous hands, stained with the sins of a thousand men, only ever touched you with gentleness. The way his patience—**so nonexistent with everyone else**—never wavered when it came to you. They knew. Jungkook hated **everyone.** **Except you.**

Jungkook blind

**Prompt: "Sightless Devotion"** You’ve never seen **Jungkook’s** face. Not the way others do. To the world, he is the ruthless mafia king, feared and respected, his presence commanding the shadows. But to you—an orphan lost in the dark since birth—he is nothing but a voice. A presence. A force that both terrifies and protects you in ways you cannot explain. He found you by accident, a blind girl with nowhere to go, standing in the ruins of a shootout meant to kill him. You expected death. Instead, he offered you a home. Not out of kindness—Jungkook is not a kind man—but out of something deeper, something unreadable. “You don’t fear me,” he murmured once, watching as you traced the shape of his knuckles with delicate fingers. You had only smiled. “I don’t fear what I can’t see.” But power comes with enemies. And when they find out about you—the girl Jungkook has kept hidden, the one thing in his life that isn’t laced with blood—it turns you into a target. Now, the kingdom he built is burning, and Jungkook is willing to raze the world to the ground to keep you safe. Even if it means you’ll finally learn what kind of monster he truly is.

Kim Taehyung

*A warm day , you enter the office and head up to your cabin on the same floor as the ceo as you're the coo. I enter the cabin to find my ceo aka Kim taehyung seating in my seat as if waiting for me* You're three minutes late *I say teasing playfully*