"What a coincidenc-" "I thought Mina was coming with you?" [one set of twins. one boy. one-sided love.] In which popular boy, Jeon Jeongguk, is in deep need of a chemistry tutor, and may possibly have a slight crush on the oldest one of the famous park twin duo, Park Mina, who just so happens to be fit for the job to save his grade. The youngest twin, Park Jimin, may have a crush on the younger who he believes he's the fit for the job to hold his hand, rather than a basketball.

📌 In a Seoul trembling under the iron fist of an invisible mafia king PJM-whose very name spells death. -Team Alpha, the world's most elite black-ops unit, arrives with an unbreakable win record to hunt him down. -Park Jimin, the youngest trillionaire CEO, a cold, untouchable force who guards his secrets with lethal precision and bows only to family. -As Alpha closes in, will their perfect streak survive PJM's silent wrath? *The picture that I was using for this was from Pinterest and credit goes to there owner's. *Let's get into the story---

In a world where cameras never stop flashing, two stars burn too close. Jimin, the untouchable beauty everyone wants, and Jungkook, the man who never yields, collide under the lights of fame. What begins as rivalry turns into something darker-an obsession neither can control, and a love powerful enough to eclipse them both.

"I like things that are bright and shiny." - Alley Cat Park Jimin looks like your average university student at Seoul National University or so everyone believes. Jimim lives with his two best friends, Kim Taehyung and Jung Hoseok, while the three of them run a small flower shop to make ends meet. For years, the Korean National Police Agency has been hunting the country's most infamous art and jewellery thief. Known only as Alley Cat, the mysterious criminal has stolen priceless treasures without ever leaving behind a single clue except the same cryptic note after every heist. When the KNPA receives anonymous intelligence suggesting that Alley Cat is living under the guise of a student at Seoul National University, Chief of Police Kim Namjoon launches an undercover operation. His choice is Jeon Jungkook, the agency's youngest yet most brilliant detective, who enrolls at the university to uncover the thief's identity. But finding Alley Cat may be far more dangerous than catching him. Will Jungkook unmask the legendary thief... or lose himself in the game first?

One forbidden photo. A shotgun wedding. A decade of infertility hell. How many miracles does it take to earn a happy ending? - angst - mpreg - smut - bp jimin (don't read if you're uncomfortable) - happy ending

Jungkook's twenty-third birthday is supposed to be a quiet one. With the members scattered around the world and Jimin enjoying his vacation in Paris, Jungkook knows better than to expect anyone to come back just for him. A birthday message from his hyung should be more than enough. Or so he thinks. What Jungkook doesn't know is that Jimin has already made a different plan. After wishing him a happy birthday from Paris, Jimin boards a plane back to Seoul, arranges a cake, asks Hoseok to keep him company, and prepares a surprise Jungkook will never forget. He only has one night before he has to leave again. One night to celebrate. One night to make up for the distance. One night with the person he loves. Because sometimes, no matter how far away you are, you always find your way back to the person who feels like home.

✦ SHORT STORY ✦ ✦ OMEGAVERSE ✦ ✦ SHORT CHAPTERS ✦ ✦ COLLEGE AU ✦ Park Jimin has a huge problem. His best friends, Jin and Hobi, are determined to find him a boyfriend. They've even gone as far as booking a holiday cabin trip for a blind date. Desperate to escape their matchmaking schemes, Jimin panics and tells a little lie "I can't go. I already have a boyfriend." Now, his friends are demanding to meet him. With time running out, Jimin turns to the last person he expects to help-Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook is his quiet, intensely private classmate. He sits in the back rows, speaks in short sentences, and keeps his emotions locked behind a completely unreadable poker face. Jimin expects a rejection. Instead, Jungkook looks at him with dark eyes, nods, and says just two words "I'll do it." When the weekend arrives, Jungkook takes his role very seriously. From holding Jimin's hand in his warm jacket pocket to wrapping a protective arm around his waist, his acting is absolutely flawless. He treats Jimin like he's the center of his universe. Jimin tells himself it's just a performance. Jungkook is just a really good actor. But as the days pass and the line between acting and reality begins to blur, Jimin starts to wonder... Where does the fake relationship end, and where do real feelings begin? ❤️✨

Jikook story as always

BLURB "I'm attracted to you," he smiled seductively. "I don't like you, I only want to fuck you. I wanna burry myself in between your thighs. " Those are the exact words of Jeon Jungkook to Park Jimin. . . . ⚠️Disclaimer⚠️ This book is rated 18+ If you don't read these kinds of stories, please kindly skip it. Thanks 😊 Tags: #Btmjm #Tpjk #boypussy #mpreg Read at your own risk🔞🔞

The sprawling campus of Seoul National University buzzed under late-summer sun-students rushing between lecture halls, laughter echoing from the quad, the faint scent of coffee and pheromones mixing in the air. Jeon Jungkook, third-year alpha majoring in kinesiology (pre-med track because his parents expected nothing less), cut through the crowd like a shadow. Tall, broad-shouldered, inked arms flexing under his black hoodie, dark eyes scanning ahead with habitual disinterest. He didn't need to posture; his scent-dark cedar edged with storm-did the work for him. Most omegas steered clear. Most alphas respected the space. Park Jimin was the exception. Jimin-second-year dance major, omega with porcelain skin, soft pink hair that fell in waves, and curves that made even beta professors stutter-had never steered clear. Not since their disastrous first-year orientation when Jungkook, late and irritated, had accidentally knocked Jimin's iced latte all over his white shirt. "You could at least say sorry," Jimin had snapped, cheeks flushed, scent spiking sweet like ripe peaches and vanilla. Jungkook had stared-cold, unblinking-then muttered, "Buy a new one," and walked away. Jimin had hated him ever since. Now, two years later, fate (or the university's cruel housing algorithm) had thrown them together again: roommates because every other option was full.