"You shouldn't be out walking this late," Jeongguk called out, his tone mockingly casual. "Especially with that face." "People might confuse you with a slut. Then again..." Jeongguk smirked, his eyes gleaming. "Maybe you are one." Taehyung's blood boiled instantly, his vision turning red. Without a second thought, he spat, "Fuck you, Jeon." _____ In the wild streets of Seoul, Jeon Jeongguk is the reckless bastard everyone warns you about-doing illegal races, selling weapons, drugs, and probably his soul too. His motto? "Laws are just really good suggestions." Then there's Kim Taehyung. Rich as hell, but too stubborn to touch a penny of it. Instead, he's out here teaching kids like he's some kind of saint. Spoiler alert: he's not. When these two cross paths, it's instant hate. Taehyung thinks Jeongguk's a walking disaster, and Jeongguk thinks Taehyung's too pretty for his own good. But beneath the swearing and glares? Let's just say, things are about to get complicated in the messiest, most sarcastic way possible. Top Jeongguk Bottom Taehyung © jeonkimchi_ Do not plagiarise/copy the work

««1980𝐬-90𝐬»» _____ "𝐊𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐬𝐝𝐤 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐣𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐚?" "𝐀𝐚𝐩 𝐧𝐞" _____ He was the storm everyone feared. She was the sunshine everyone loved. Ashwath Chouhan has everything a man could ask for wealth, power, respect, and a name that commands attention. Yet his world has always been built on silence and control. Dhairvi Singh is soft where he is hard, gentle where he is ruthless, and far too innocent for the world she is about to enter. Bound together by an arranged marriage, they are strangers under one roof. But sometimes, fate writes the most beautiful love stories between two people who never asked for them. © Autumn Whisk[2025]