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A sweet childhood friends to lovers story 💜
Jungkook, the senior who always protected her, and YN, who feared losing him after not getting into the same college. From tears and jealousy to a heartfelt confession — sometimes the person you’ve loved all along was right beside you 🔥
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I haven't been consistent since long 😭 .... And I really feel bad .
But now I will be posting regularly.
At least I will try 🥲

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Part 2 is coming soon 😇

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"His obsession was dangerous... but she was his forbidden addiction. ❤️❤️
Jungkook, the ruthless Mafia King, has been madly in love with his innocent stepsister YN for years. What starts as protective love turns into dark, possessive obsession. Will YN accept the man who would burn the world just to make her his?


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Coming soon 😇

Two college enemies decide to pretend to date each other to make their crushes jealous. It starts off as a plan, nothing serious—just acting.
But as they spend more time together, things begin to change.

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Last part


A month passed.


And still— no sign of him. Y/N searched everywhere.
Seoul felt smaller with each passing day, yet somehow… he was nowhere to be found.
Every street reminded her of him.
Every crowded place made her eyes scan unconsciously—

hoping.
Waiting.
But Jungkook never appeared.
Eventually, exhaustion caught up with her.


Not just physical— but emotional.
So she went back. Back to Busan.
Back to the place that once felt like home.
Her mother welcomed her with warmth.
Her sister with excitement.


And for the first time in weeks— Y/N smiled without forcing it. She bought gifts. Chocolates.
Small things that filled the house with laughter again.
She helped around.
Cooked.
Talked.
Tried to live.


But even then— a part of her was still searching.
One afternoon, she took her sister out to a big market. Bustling. Lively. Colorful.
Full of life.


And that’s when— everything stopped. Her steps slowed. Her breath hitched.

There—
parked by the side— a sleek black Mercedes.


And leaning against it— him. Black coat. Black glasses. Calm. Untouchable. Like he belonged to a completely different world. Y/N froze.
Her heart started racing uncontrollably.
It was him.
She found him.


“eonni, come na!” her sister called from behind.
But Y/N didn’t hear her.
Couldn’t.
Her eyes were locked on him.

And then— he looked up.

Even behind the glasses— she knew. He was looking at her.


Slowly— he removed them. And that was it. Y/N ran. She didn’t think. Didn’t stop. Didn’t care about anything else.


She crashed into him— wrapping her arms tightly around him. Soft sobs escaped her as she held onto him like she had been holding her breath this entire time.

“I was looking for you…” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Everywhere… in Seoul… you were nowhere…”

Jungkook didn’t hug her back immediately.
He just stood there for a moment.

Then slowly— his arms wrapped around her.
“I know,” he said.
She froze.
“I know you were looking for me.”
Her brows furrowed as she pulled back slightly, confusion mixing with relief.
“Then why didn’t you come?”
Jungkook placed his hands on her shoulders.
Firm.
Serious.
“Because…” he said slowly, “…you didn’t recognize me.”


Her breath hitched.
“What?”
He looked straight into her eyes.
“Look closely, Y/N.”
And she did.
Something shifted.
Something familiar.


Something buried deep— surfacing. Those eyes.
She knew them.
Her lips parted slightly.
“…you—”
“I was the one,” Jungkook said before she could finish. “Who gave you that card.”
Silence.
Her world tilted.
“No…” she whispered.
“Yes.”
Her hands dropped from his shoulders.
Her steps moved back.
Slow.
Unsteady.
“It was you…?” her voice trembled.
Jungkook nodded.
“The whole game…” he continued calmly, “was mine.”
Her chest tightened.
“The money you all have now…” he added, “…it’s mine too.”


Y/N couldn’t speak. Couldn’t process.


Everything— the pain. the fear.


the loss— It all came rushing back.
“eonni… who is he?” her sister’s voice broke through.
Jungkook’s expression softened slightly as he bent down.
“Hello, Yuri.”
Y/N’s eyes widened again.
He knew her name too.
“Let’s talk somewhere else,” he said, straightening up.


And soon— it was just the two of them.
Standing near a quiet pond.
The world calmer.


But their hearts— anything but. Jungkook exhaled slowly. “I had everything,” he began. “From the start.”
His gaze drifted to the water.
“I was born rich. Saw the world early. Had opportunities people dream of.”
A pause.
“But that’s when I realized something…”
He looked at her again.
“Not everyone gets that.”
Y/N stayed silent.
Listening.
“So I created the game,” he said.
Her jaw tightened instantly.
“To help people,” he continued. “And… yes. For entertainment too.”
Her anger flared.
“You think that justifies it?” she snapped, her voice rising. “You traumatized people! You made them think they were dying—losing everything—”
Jungkook lowered his head slightly.
“…you’re right.”
The words surprised her.
“But listen,” he added.
His voice steadier now.
“Money given easily… loses value.”


Y/N frowned.
“I had privileges,” he continued. “But what I built… my company… my success…”
He looked at her directly.
“I built that myself.”


His tone wasn’t arrogant.
It was honest.
“I worked for it. Day and night. I know what it means to earn something.”
Silence.
“So why should I just give everything away?” he asked quietly. “To people who might see it as luck?”
Y/N didn’t answer.
“They survived,” he continued. “They fought. They felt the cost of life… of death…”
A pause.
“And now they’ll value what they have.”
Her anger softened—
but didn’t disappear.
“They died in front of me,” she said quietly. “All of them.”


Jungkook chuckled softly.
“You ask a lot of questions.”
She glared.
He raised his hands slightly.
“Alright.”


“The gunshots weren’t real,” he explained. “They were injections—designed to make them unconscious instantly. The blood… was artificial.”
Her eyes widened.
“And the bridge…” he continued, “there was a safety net beneath. No one actually fell to their death.”
Y/N stood still.
Processing.
“No one died,” he said softly.
Her breath slowed.


Everything…
was real.
But not in the way she thought.
Jungkook stepped closer.
“Are you still angry with me?”
She looked at him.
Long.
Carefully.
Then shook her head slightly.
“I still don’t agree with what you did.”
A pause.
“But… if everyone’s alive…”
Her voice softened.
“…then it’s okay.”


Then— she looked away. “So… what about us?” she asked quietly. “Was that… part of your entertainment too?”
Jungkook laughed.
Light.
Real.
He gently flicked her forehead.
“Ah—!” she whined, holding it.
“That’s not fair!”
He smiled.
“You forgot something.”
She blinked.
“I told you,” he said softly, stepping closer. “I fell for you… before the game.”
Her eyes widened.
The memory hit her.
“Oh…”



Before she could react—


he leaned in— and kissed her. Soft. Quick, But enough to make her freeze completely.
He pulled back, laughing lightly.
“Stop making that face. You look funny.”
She pouted instantly.
“That’s not fair, Jungkook…”


He chuckled— and pulled her into a hug.
Warm.
Safe.
Familiar.


And just like that.

after everything.
after fear, loss, confusion, and truth— They found their way back. To each other.


And that’s where the story finally— came to an end.

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Part - 13

The world didn’t feel the same anymore. Not after everything. Days passed.
Quietly.
Slowly.
Almost painfully.


Y/N stayed inside most of the time.
Her room felt both comforting and suffocating at once. The same walls, the same bed, the same life she once knew… but now, everything carried a strange emptiness.


Her phone would light up sometimes. Notifications. Messages. That money. Still there. Untouched.
An amount so big it could change her life. Fix everything.

Give her everything she once thought she needed.
But now— it meant nothing.
Because the one thing she wanted— wasn’t something money could ever bring back.


Jungkook. His voice lingered in her mind.
His laugh.
His touch.

The way he looked at her— like she was enough. Like she was everything. And the way he left. For her. A week passed like that.
In silence.
In memories.
In tears that came without warning.


Until one morning— she decided. She couldn’t stay like this. She had to move. Breathe. Live. Even if it felt wrong. Even if it felt incomplete. So she stepped out.

The world outside was normal. Too normal. People walking. Talking. Laughing. Living. Like nothing had happened. Like no one had died.


Her feet carried her unconsciously— to the place she knew best. The restaurant. The smell of food hit her the moment she got closer. Warm. Familiar. Real.


And then— she saw it. Her steps slowed. Her breath caught.

Right outside—
sitting casually—


was someone. Eating a bowl of ramen. Completely immersed.
Eyes closed.
No tension.
No fear.
Just him.
And his food.


Y/N’s eyes widened. Her lips parted. “No way…” Her heart started racing. It couldn’t be. But it was. She rushed forward. Almost stumbling in her steps.
And stopped right beside him.
The person lifted his chopsticks, a bundle of noodles mid-air—


about to take a bite— when he suddenly froze.
Slowly— he looked up. Their eyes met. Time stopped. “Taehyung…?”


The chopsticks slipped slightly from his grip.
He choked on his food, coughing lightly as his eyes widened in pure shock.


He pointed at her, his hand trembling slightly.
“Y/N…?”
She nodded.
Still in disbelief.
Still trying to process.


And then— he stood up so fast the chair scraped loudly behind him.


Before she could even react— he pulled her into a tight hug. “So it was real!” he shouted, his voice loud, unfiltered, almost crazy with emotion. “You’re real—the game was real—everything was real!”
Y/N blinked, overwhelmed, before lightly hitting his shoulder.


“Calm down—!” But even she couldn’t stop the small smile breaking through her tears.
After a moment, they pulled back, both still trying to process what was happening.
Taehyung ran a hand through his hair, letting out a breathless laugh.

“I thought I lost my mind,” he said. “When I woke up, my mom said I made some investment… and suddenly I had all that money in my account.”
He shook his head, still in disbelief.
“I thought maybe… it was just a dream.”

“But I remembered everything,” he added softly. “Every second.”
Y/N listened quietly.
Her heart pounding again.


“And then I remembered…” Taehyung continued, his voice dropping slightly, “…I died.”
He let out a small, awkward chuckle.
Like he didn’t know how to process that fact.



And that’s when— it hit her. Her eyes widened again. “Wait…” Taehyung looked at her. “That means…” her voice trembled slightly, hope slowly building, “…everyone who was in the game…”
“…is alive?” he finished, his own eyes lighting up.
Silence.

Then— realization. Hope. Bright. Sudden. Unstoppable. “I never tried to find anyone,” Taehyung admitted, scratching the back of his neck. “I really thought it was just a… really messed up dream.”
He laughed lightly.


But Y/N— she didn’t laugh. Because her heart was already running ahead. “If you’re here…” she whispered, “…then the others must be too.”


And just like that— they decided. To find them. The next two days felt like a different kind of mission. Not survival. Not fear. But hope.
They searched everywhere.


Metro stations.
Malls.
Cafés.
Streets.
Any place where life existed.


Until suddenly— something clicked. “Jimin and Hoseok…” Y/N said quickly, her eyes lighting up. “They wanted to open a dance academy.”
Taehyung snapped his fingers. “Right!”


And just like that— they searched. And found it. A small but lively dance studio. Music echoing from inside.
Energy.
Life.

They stepped in— and froze.

Jimin and Hoseok— laughing. Teaching. Alive.

The reunion— was chaos. Tears. Laughter. Disbelief.

Then Yoongi— in a music studio. Calm. Focused. Exactly where he belonged.


Jin— at a hospital. Sitting beside his mother. Relieved. At peace.

Namjoon— in a quiet bookstore. Surrounded by pages instead of pain.


One by one— they found everyone. Alive.
Safe.
Living.
Each of them had the money they were meant to receive.
As if the game had ended differently for all of them.

As if— death had been rewritten. It felt impossible. Unreal. Beautiful.


And yet—it was real. They were all there. Together again.


All— except one. Y/N stood still, her eyes scanning the crowded street as the others talked around her, laughed, caught up on everything they had lost.


But her heart— was somewhere else. Searching. Waiting. For him. Jungkook.
The one person she wanted to see the most.
The one who gave up everything.


The one who chose her— even at the end. Everyone was here. Everyone had come back. So why wasn’t he?

To be continued ~

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Sorry for the delay 😭😭
but here is the part -12 😇


The moment stretched—thin, fragile—right before the end.
The guards had already turned, already begun to lead them out.
But Y/N didn’t move. “Jungkook.” Her voice stopped him.

He turned back Slowly.
She stepped closer, her fingers trembling just slightly as she reached for his hand.


For a second, he just looked at her— confused.
Then— she gently lifted his hand and began wiping the blood off his fingers… using the edge of the bedsheet beside them.
Careful.
Quiet.


Like none of this was strange.
Like none of this was terrifying. Her touch was soft.
Grounding.

“I hope…” she whispered, her eyes lowered as she focused on cleaning his hand, “…this time you choose yourself, Jungkook.” He froze.


Her words didn’t sound heavy. But they landed like something permanent. Before he could respond— she let go. And walked ahead.

He stood there for a moment longer.
Still.

Thinking, Trying to understand what she meant.
And then— he followed. They were taken to a new place. Different from everything before. No colors.
No distractions.


Just a wide, flat surface… stretching out beneath a massive wall.
High.
Cold.
Unforgiving.


They were led to the top. The height made the air feel thinner.

Below— nothing but darkness. “Final game rules will now be announced.”
The voice echoed. “In order to win… one must survive.”
“Push your opponent off the platform.”
Silence.
“Only one player will leave.”


The words didn’t need repeating. They understood. A sharp sound cut through the air. The timer began.
20:00
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.


The countdown started moving backward. Slow. Cruel. Unstoppable. For a moment— neither of them moved. The wind brushed past them lightly, carrying a strange stillness with it.


Then— Y/N stepped closer. Jungkook swallowed hard, his chest rising unevenly.She reached for his hand again.


This time— he didn’t hesitate. “Jungkook…” she called softly. He nodded. A small, broken sound leaving him. “Hmm…” She looked at him.
Really looked at him.
Like she was memorizing everything.
“I love you.”


The words came out gently. But they hit harder than anything else. Jungkook’s breath caught. “I didn’t expect to find anything here…” she continued, her voice trembling slightly. “But this game… it did one good thing.”


A faint, sad smile touched her lips. “It showed me… that someone like you exists.” Her fingers tightened slightly around his. “Someone who would risk everything… without thinking twice.”


Her voice softened. “For me.” Tears filled her eyes. “So this time…” she whispered, “…choose yourself.”
He stared at her. Shaken.


“You deserve to live,” she said. “You deserve the money… the life… everything.” Before she could step

back—
before she could distance herself— Jungkook pulled her in. And kissed her. Not hesitant. Not unsure. Desperate. Deep. Like he was pouring everything he had into that one moment.


Y/N didn’t resist. Didn’t pull away. She let him. Let him take the lead. Let him hold her like this was the only thing left in the world.


The kiss stretched— longer than time itself.
Until finally— he broke it. Their foreheads rested together. Their breaths uneven. Mixed. Close.
“Idiot…” he whispered softly. She blinked slightly.
“Do you really think…” he exhaled quietly, a faint, emotional smile forming, “…I came this far to win the game?”


She looked at him.
Confused. “I would’ve died a long time ago,” he continued, his voice steady but filled with something deeper, “…if it wasn’t for you.”
Her eyes softened.


“I stayed…” he murmured, “…just to keep you alive.” A pause. “I love you too.” Her breath hitched. “Not from now,” he added quietly.
She frowned slightly, confused, her brows pulling together.


“…What?” “From the first time I saw you.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. A faint disbelief crossing her face.
“Oh really?” she whispered. “So when I saw you that day… before the first game even started—you had already fallen?”


A soft chuckle escaped him. “No.” She blinked. “…Then when?” Jungkook didn’t answer.


Instead— he looked past her. At the timer. Y/N followed his gaze. 00:30 Thirty seconds. Her heart dropped.

When she looked back at him— he was smiling. Softly.

And before she could react— He pushed her. Hard.
Y/N stumbled back, her body losing balance as she fell onto the ground, her hands scraping against the surface as shock froze her in place.
“Jungkook—?!”


And then— he stepped back. And jumped. Off the edge. “NOOO—!” Her scream tore through the air.
Her body crawled forward instantly, her hands.


reaching the edge as she looked down— but there was nothing. Only darkness. Only silence.
Her breath stopped.
“No… no… no…”


Tears streamed down uncontrollably as she shook her head violently.
“JUNGKOOK—!”
Her voice broke.
Her body trembled.

“He said he wouldn’t leave… he said—” her words collapsed into sobs.
He did it again.
He saved her.
Again.

And this time— he didn’t come back. She cried harder, her voice echoing into the emptiness below.
Cursing him.
Begging him.
Calling his name like it would bring him back.
“I hate you…!” she sobbed. “Why would you do that…?!”


But there was no answer. There never would be. Her body moved. Instinctively. Desperately. She stepped forward. Closer to the edge.

If he’s gone— then what’s the point? But before she could take another step— hands grabbed her. Strong. Unforgiving.


“No—! LET ME GO—!” she screamed, thrashing against them. “I have to go—! I have to—!” But the guards held her tight.

And then— a sharp sting. An injection. Her body froze. Her vision blurred. “No…” her voice weakened.
Darkness took over. And everything disappeared.


When she opened her eyes— She was in her room. Her bed. Her ceiling. Her world.

For a second— she didn’t move. It felt… normal. Too normal. Like nothing had happened.

Like it was all— a dream.
But then— she turned her head. And saw it. A black card. Placed neatly beside her. Her breath hitched.
Her fingers trembled as she slowly picked it up.
Real.


Everything was real. Her phone buzzed. A notification. Her eyes dropped to the screen.

A huge amount of money— transferred. Her chest tightened instantly. Tears filled her eyes again. “It wasn’t a dream…” Her voice broke completely. “It was real…” Jungkook was real.


His voice.
His touch.
His promise.
His love.

And now— he was gone. Because of her. Her body curled in on itself as she broke down completely, her cries filling the quiet room.
The money was there.

The world was the same.
Everything looked normal.


Except— him. He wasn’t there anymore.
And he never would be again.

To be continued ~

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