❝You're never going to be my wife. Never going to be anything close to my Michae. You're just a fucking babysitter for Seol. Don't forget that,❞ he growled, pinning her down with a slewing glare. "Get out of my room." She quivered softly, her doe eyes blinking. "B-But didn't we marry?" Her tiny hands tightened on her plushie. "Marriage doesn't mean dogshit to me." He started pushing her out of his room because there was no way he was letting this freak sleep in here. Crazy childish bitch. "Issok, I'll make Seol a big good girl like me, then you'll like me too, Jungkookie." She grinned, innocent to his hate, and pressed an adorable kiss on his cheeks. "Wanna play-" He harshly shoved her out before she could finish and slammed the room's door shut. Stumbling, her cute little figure fell on the ground and her tushie hurt. "Ow! So mean. Hmph, I don wanna play wichyu too!" She stomped up and went to the other room while clutching on to the plushie for moral support. ... Jeon Jungkook finds himself in the trickiest situation of his life when his family falls in love with a 22 year old woman, who has little space syndrome, and selects her as his second wife. All he can muster up is hate and disgust when he looks at her. No doubt she is amazing with his daughter Seol. That didn't mean she was getting a space in his heart or actually be his wife. She happens to be the sweetest, kindest and adorable death to him, and a beam of sunlight in his bleak dark life. Whatever he had touched had broken down, now she was gifting her joyful touch to it and bringing it back to life. Against his wishes, she was playing with the strings of his heart too easily, without a single clue of being so effortlessly beautiful inside-out. In this unknowing whirl of bringing things back to life, she might have also touched Jungkook's heart and it was coming back alive. For her. Was this the start of falling in love all over again? Why was his cold-heart starting to beat yet again?

Yn : " I will never Sleep with a Rich spoiled brat Like you Bastard move " she said push him and left jungkook : " You dare to slap me Yn You will Come towards and beg me to sleep with you " He said glaring at her disappearing figure ***** yn : " eomma don't worry I will Save you I will arrange cash for your surgery Okay don't need to worry " she said looking at her mother suffering mrs kang : " Yn e-eomma don't h-have More time please S-stay with me " yn : " Don't talk Eomma i Promise i won't let you go Away from me eomma " she said and run out from the hospital room crying **** jungkook : " What happen miss kang why did you come here huh to see this rich brat " he said smriking yn look down yn : " P-please Help me Mr jeon I Need M-money please i will do anything P-please Help me---" jungkook : " I want to have sex with you " Yn look at him with her teary eye " But you said you will never sleep with a rich Spolied brat like me " he said with a smrik Yn Wipe her tear yn : " I'm R-ready to S-sleep with you " ••••• 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 ✨🔞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬

Jungkook : How was ur night Yn : f-fine She said with looking up Jungkook just sighed and ate. Time passed Now their in his car on their way to yn's house Jungkook: listen to me,I don't want them hitting you again, you're not a child whom they can just hit.And they hit you just because I bought you something, that's your house but your treated like a servant, don't worry my darling I'll make everything right This is the first time yn is feeling genuine care from some one the only person who had loved her genuinely was her ajumma. But this man in front of her he was different he wanted to love her to take care of her he doesn't want a single scratch in her body Yn feels very happy by his words but she remains quiet A man who didn't believe in love...was now obsessed with a young and innocent girl..... watch there love story happen. Happy ending 😏☺️ °This story is totally fictional °All pics taken from Pinterest and credit goes to the original owner Hey Guys this is my first story This is a lovely story about a deadly, ruthless mafia,he is a demon who is heartless and in a dark world but then his world is brightened by the face of an innocent girl. Enjoyyyyyy (+18) 🥰🥰

Indian x South Korean love story Yn pov I was about to go in the washroom but then someone held my arm and pinned me to the wall. It was none other than jungkook. He held my both hands in his one and placed it above my head. "What are you doing?" I said "What were you saying? Say that again? I promise you my dear soon to be wife I'll fuck until you forget your name!" He said...he thinks I've fear of his fake threats no he is wrong. "Don't call me love. The only person allowed to call me love is my boyfriend." I said and you can say I shouted at him. He looks deep into my eyes. "What if I say I'm your online boyfriend" he said in his deep and husky voice. "What are you, my boyfriend? How can it be possible? The person I hate the most and the person I love the most is the same?" I said. "Sorry for not telling you before. I was just playing with you" he said. "You were not playing with me you were playing with my emotions and my feelings. Do you know I fought with everyone because of you. My father wants me to marry you i fought with him. Fuck off Jeon jungkook. Don't you dare to show me your face now." I said everything and was about to leave but then he held my waist tightly from behind. He hugged me tightly from behind. The tears started coming to my eyes. But I controlled myself.. "I'm so sorry my love. I know I did wrong with you. I know I should have told you this before. But believe me yesterday at University I was about to tell you but you ignored me and today I invited you to the xx cafe but your father made me busy to arrange this party." He said everything in my ear. "I don't fucking care now...you broke my trust jungkook. I hate you ... I hate youuuuu" i yelled at him and ran from there.

- Why? Couldn't you stay an hour away from me? ___________________________________________ - Why are you acting like my boyfriend? ___________________________________________ - Are you trying to seduce me? ___________________________________________ - You love him, don't you? ___________________________________________ - That's bullshit! If he doesn't worship the floor I walk on, then he isn't for me! ___________________________________________ - I love you. ___________________________________________ - Ok fine. Can I ahem-ahem kiss you? ___________________________________________ - No. No one is allowed to see what's mine! ___________________________________________ - You belong to me! ___________________________________________ - Suddenly being romantic, princess? ___________________________________________ - You are soo responsive, princess. ___________________________________________ Note: Check out "DISCLAIMER, TW & A/N" for more information about this book.

❝You mean, both of us can get benefit out of this thing?❞ "That's literally the reason people call it FWB," he sighs, tired with your innocent ramblings. "FWB?" You question, confused. Shrouding your smirk behind the tilt of your head, you continue acting oblivious. "Friends-with-benefits, you know that, don't you?" The lines on his forehead show how bothered he was by this. Everyone your age ought to know friends-with-benefits, right? "That's really a lot considering you don't even treat me as a proper friend. Can't it be called something more simple? I don't want to feel like I'm taking benefit of somebody. We can call it sex exchange? Or sexchange?" You smile proudly, coming up with it on the spot. He remains numb, staring dead ahead like always. The familiar expression of his coldness replaces his handsome features once again. So cold, a learned shudder passes down your spine. He's a snowman, he's an iceberg, always so fucking cold. Your insides prick when the expression replaces the rare mood of him wanting to talk. Talking with him is no different than talking to an inanimate object. "Fine, sexchange." "So, you agree? You'll dat- fake date me?" "I'll fuck you. That's it." *** ➼ mature content. ➼ smuts, angst, fluff, love, softness, jealousy and a cold jungkook who can fuck you harder than he hurts you.

𝗔𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝘁. 𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. ❤︎︎ You gasp when you see a woman lying completely naked on a royal red couch. She looked like a goddess sprawled amidst soft fabrics. Showing off the gorgeous beauty which was her body. Her stunningly long legs rubbing against each other, her waist caving in, full breasts creating a lewd display with her nipples looking perky and hard, her neck--a chic elegance--and her long curls resting on her shoulders. Her face showing a bold fierceness, yet a plush rosy blush. The painting was intrepid and lucidly sensual. At the same time, portraying her as an enigma that is craved for. That is wanted. That is lusted over. The face was so defined, meticulously drawn and painted. For a second, you wished it wasn't so. Cause the woman, painted on the ginormous canvas, was 𝙮𝙤𝙪. You turn around. To find 𝙝𝙞𝙢 looking at you with the same boldness. The same desire he drew you with. Like he wanted you naked for him, and he would take you with everything he could give you. ●●● ➼ This book has some of my best writing, the style is very dynamic and artistic. I write very graphically and try to make the reader experience every moment of falling in love with Jeon Jungkook. Him as your dripping-hot, young art teacher. Age gap: 9 years. (First few chaps have fetus writing.)

possessive papi manipulative master daddy jeon ╰┈➤ jeon jungkook ✧.* ╰┈➤ smut oneshots ✧.* ╰┈➤ kids don't interact✧.*