God of Fury & Ruin(Taekook)/(Vkook)
IMPORTANT DO READ BEFORE STARTING
𑵂𝕾𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲𝒄𝐚𝐭⭑
Many of the Rina Kent readers are very well aware of this novel
𑵂𝕾𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲𝒄𝐚𝐭⭑
However as a reader and taekooker
𑵂𝕾𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲𝒄𝐚𝐭⭑
No matter what movie I see or what drama I watch or what normal novels I read
𑵂𝕾𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲𝒄𝐚𝐭⭑
I cannot help but imagine or wanting to have a taekook version of it
𑵂𝕾𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲𝒄𝐚𝐭⭑
So I wanted to try writing a story of taekook of my most favourite novel
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💫important notice 💫
This is ONLY taekook and vkook no other side ships are going to be there tho I will do mention them and their success if it's there but I won't go in detail
It completely is about taekook like niko and bran
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And don't mind this
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and this book contains extreme cases
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Can be disturbing
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Mention of suicide and stuff
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And little smut
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Hope you enjoy
contains mental health issues, including depression, border line personality disorder, suicidal thoughts and self-harm
Minor's sexual assault, suicide attempt, violence
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Thank you for having me
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If you don't like me doing this because I'm not being original then please leave
𑵂𝕾𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲𝒄𝐚𝐭⭑
I know I am not being original here but I just want to read taekook version of my favourite stories
𑵂𝕾𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲𝒄𝐚𝐭⭑
So just think I'm writing for myself
Blurb
I'm not attracted to men.
Or so I thought before I slammed into Jeon Jungkook.
A Mafia heir, a notorious bastard, and a violent monster.
An ill-fated meeting puts me in his path.
And just like that, he has his sights set on me.
A quiet artist, a golden boy, and his enemy's twin brother.
He
He doesn't seem to care that the odds are stacked against us.
In fact, he sets out to break my steel-like control and blur my limits.
I thought my biggest worry was being noticed by Jungkook.
I'm learning the hard way that being wanted by this beautiful nightmare is much worse.
𑵂𝕾𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲𝒄𝐚𝐭⭑
Taehyung and Vincent are twin brothers
Jungkook
Jungkook and Justin (don't really look alike)
Jungkook
They're not related
Jungkook
They have facial differences
Jungkook
But let's assume they both are Jungkook (idol)
One is wild while the other is behind the bars he set to himself
What's going to happen?no one knows
Taehyung~¹
Deep in the hollow corner of my heart, I know the
answer. I know it so well that I can taste the nausea that
slithered down my throat and hooked onto my bones the moment
I got that godforsaken text.
A text I should’ve very well ignored, deleted, and then blocked
the number.
A text I shouldn’t have dignified with a look, let alone given it
enough weight to intervene with my decision-making.
That's the reason I am here.
And now, I’ve put myself in an irreversible position.
And I’m not sure I can shove this lapse of judgment on to the
possibility of having no choice.
I’ve just never been good with choices. Don’t appreciate them.
Don’t care for them. Would rather not be presented with one.
The text was an obligation or, more accurately, a pertinent
piece of information.
It was not a choice and certainly not a situation I could’ve
escaped.
The reason I’m here is sorely due to my sense of responsibility
that I’ve carried like excess baggage since I started learning what
life is all about.
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Nonsense and excuses
I’m at what looks like an indoctrination center. Other students
stand on either side of me, forming parallel lines and wearing
white rabbit masks that cover their features.
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Indoctrination is the process of inculcating (teaching by repeated instruction) a person or people into an ideology, often avoiding critical analysis. It can refer to a general process of socialization. The term often implies forms of brainwashing or disagreeable forms of socialization.
We’re facing a huge three-story mansion with old-looking
stone walls and an ancient tower on the far right.
The longer I remain unmoving, the more unsteady my
breathing becomes.
My inhales and exhales flow in a fast, fractured rhythm,
forming condensation on the plastic and forcing me to breathe my
own air.
The sound is low, but it slams into my brain like a fatal crash.
My mouth starts to fill with saliva and I gulp it down, forcing my
stomach to settle.
I lift my hand, about to pull at my skull. Sometimes, I wish I
could smash it against the nearest wall and watch as everything
spills and shatters. Once and for fucking all.
My fingers curl in midair, but I lower my hand and force it to
hang limp at my side.
It’s fine. I can do this.
Breathe.
You’re in control.
My soothing words of affirmation splinter and crack as the
scene around me comes back into focus.
No matter how much I attempt to delude myself, the reality is
that I’m in the last place I should be.
And I’m not one to challenge fate or go places I’m not
supposed to.
In my twenty-three years of life, I’ve always been the type of
man who follows the rules. I’ve never deviated from what’s
expected of me and I’m creeped out at the notion of being
different.
In any sense.
For whatever reason.
And yet here I am at the Heathens because I
received a text and made the conscious decision not to ignore it.
𑵂𝕾𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲𝒄𝐚𝐭⭑
It's a mansion or place 🤧
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