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—𝖩𝖴𝖭𝖦𝖪𝖮𝖮𝖪'𝗌 𝖯𝖮𝖵—

What is love?

People like to dress it up as something pure. Something powerful. They say it gives people strength, helps them grow, heals them.

But let's be honest—love is just a fantasy. A glorified excuse for weakness.

The truth? Love is for fools. The emotionally unstable person. The hopeless dreamers. The type who'd rather live inside their head than face the real world.

And Me?

I'm proud to say I'm not one of those fools.

Love doesn't matter. Status does. Pride does. Power does. That's the reality. And if you ask me, the most laughable part of this entire game is watching women fall for it—every single time.

Women in love? They're the dumbest creatures alive.

They want fairy tales. They wait for some prince charming to show up, hold their hand, and worship the ground they walk on. It's hilarious. The moment you give them just a little attention, just the right amount of softness–they melt. They surrender.

They believe.

And that's where the fun begins. My favorite thing in the world? Watching those fantasies crumble. Giving them the harshest reality check they never saw coming. Breaking their pretty little dreams with a smile on my face.

And the woman I'm doing it to right now?

Miss Evie Parker.

Or maybe I should say, soon-to-be Mrs. Evie Jeon Jungkook.

The perfect joke.

So full of self-respect. So sure of herself. Always walking around with her head held high, like she couldn't be fooled. Like she couldn't be bought. All that pride… and not an ounce of intelligence to back it up.

She thought she was different.

But in the end, She was just like the rest of them. Easy to manipulate. Easy to play.

She handed her heart over like it was some grand gift. And I took it, just like I always do.

She proved what I already knew.

Women? Are the easiest game in this world. And Evie? She's the most predictable of them all.

She really thought she changed me.

That's the funniest part in all of this. The most delusional, most pathetic thought she could've had and she clung to it like it was truth.

Evie Parker, the dumbest woman I've ever met.

I mean, seriously... who the hell does she think she is?

She thought I'd forget everything–just because she thinks herself superior? Because she played strong and act like righteous? As if I'd just wipe the slate clean after she slapped me in front of everyone, ripped my pride apart, humiliated me like I was beyond her?

No. No one does that to me. No one gets away with that.

And then to believe... that I was in love with her? That I was changing because of her? That she looked at me as her some kind of savior?

God, she really bought every word I fed her.

The "you're the only one I want"...

The "only you can fix me"...

The "I see my future in your eyes" fucking crap...

And she believed it. Every single line.

She really is that stupid?

Six months. That's all it took. Six months of pretending, playing the part. And now, she's exactly where I wanted her—wrapped around my finger. Hooked. Trusting. Weak.

The trap worked perfectly.

She let me in. Trusted me. Loved me. Thought she was living some sweet little love story, that maybe–just maybe–she was the one who tamed the monster.

But what she doesn't realize is—this isn't her fairytale.

There's no prince charming in this story. No glass slipper of Cinderella type shit. No happy ending.

Because I was never the hero.

I was the villain from the very beginning.

And she? She's just the delusional girl who thought fairy talea are real, believe monsters could fall in love type shit.

For someone who acts superior, she's unbelievably dumb.

Every story needs a hero, but without a villain but no story to tell.

And I? I'm here to give her that story.

The one she'll never forget.

Do I feel guilty?

Fuck no.

Why would I?

All I did was put her back in her place. Show her where she stands. She crossed her line the day she messed with my name, bruised my pride, and thought she could walk away untouched.

Regret? Guilt? That's for weak people with a conscience. I don't carry that burden.

If anything, watching her fall for me only fuels the thrill. The way her eyes light up when she talks to me, the way she gently holds onto every word I say like it's gospel... it only makes this game more satisfying. The higher she flies, the harder she'll crash. And I'll be there to enjoy every second of it.

Right now? She's probably curled up in her bed, thinking about me. Hugging herself like some lovesick girl who believes she finally found her happy ending.

What a foolish woman.

Tsk, tsk, poor her.

Meanwhile, I'm here—at the club. My favorite playground.

Music's loud. Bass shaking the floor. People dancing like they've got no shame, bodies grinding against each other, some already halfway undressed like they're seconds from fucking right there on the dancefloor.

Classic chaos. Just the way I like it.

I slide a cigarette out, light it up, and take a long drag before exhaling the smoke into the neon-lit air. Damn, I missed this. I really fucking missed this.

Six months of pretending. Six months of playing the perfect boyfriend. Soft touches, fake smiles, sweet nothings. All for her.

And she didn't suspect a thing.

Not once did she question the late nights. The missed calls. The distance. Nothing. She actually believed all that love shit. All the while, I was still fucking around–just less than usual. Hidden in shadows, slipping through cracks. Careful not to leave a trace.

But that's what I do best–lie. Manipulate. Perform.

And Evie? She played her part just as I expected. The perfect little fool.

The beat drops and I move through the crowd. People grinding, laughing, already half-drunk or high off something stronger. I walk like I own the place and honestly? I might as well.

Across the room, I spot them–my crew. Same corner, same setup. A circle of expensive cologne, half-filled glasses, laughter echoing louder than the music. I make my way over, a smirk curling at the corner of my mouth as they notice me.

"Look who finally decided to crawl out of his love cage," one of them teases.

I laugh, exhale smoke, and toss my jacket on a nearby chair.

"Playtime's over," I say smoothly. "Daddy's home."

And just like that, I sink into the leather couch, drink handed to me, cigarette between my fingers, surrounded by noise, heat, and sin.

One of the guys slid a drink into my hand, grinning. I grabbed it without looking, took a sip, and let the familiar burn slide down my throat as they rambled about the same old shit–who screwed who, who got kicked out of where, who's planning the next stupid stunt. Usual chaos.

It felt good to be back, honestly. No fake smiles, no sweet words, no Evie.

Then my eyes locked onto someone across the floor.

At first, I didn't recognize her. The lighting was wild–flashing, pulsing, half the room lit in pink. But then she turned just enough for me to catch the curve of her smirk and the way she carried herself.

Raven.

Damn.

Tight black dress hugging every inch of her body, legs crossed like she owned the room, eyes sharp, mouth curled in that same cocky, teasing way that used to drive me crazy. I blinked for a second—she looked hotter.

She'd always been hot, but tonight she looked like something straight out of a sin fantasy. Dangerous. Desirable. Fuckable.

And clearly, she didn't expect to see me here.

Her eyes flicked toward me, amused as hell. She didn't wave. Didn't smile. Just stared with that amused little tilt of her head like she already knew the kind of chaos was about to happen.

I chuckled under my breath, leaned back, took another slow drag of my cigarette, and waited.

Not even a full minute later, she approached - heels clicking, hips swaying, eyes locked right on me. She didn't bother with the other guys. Didn't ask permission. Just came over, leaned against the armrest of the leather couch, and made herself at home right beside me, one leg crossing the other like this was our regular spot and we hadn't fucked things up ten times before.

"Well, well," she said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Look who's crawling back to the real world. Jeon Jungkook, in a club. Didn't your soon-to-be wife leash you to her doorstep? Or were you too busy playing Prince Charming for that basic girl to show up here?"

Fuck. She has no idea how sexy bitch she becomes when she's jealous.

I tilted my head, smirking as I looked her up and down. "Are you jealous, Raven?"

She scoffed and shoved my shoulder. "Shut the fuck up."

I leaned back, letting my smirk grow wider. "What's so funny is… I just walked in and you're already acting like a jealous wife."

She rolled her eyes, but I could see it—she was biting the inside of her cheek, trying not to give me the satisfaction of reacting. That only made it better.

"Jealous?" she said finally. "Obviously. I mean, a guy who used to not give two shits about anyone is now suddenly sipping iced lattes and walking hand-in-hand like a damn rom-com extra. You wouldn't even get me coffee after fucking me, and now you're out here being soft?"

I laughed loud, fuck I loved it. "God, you look so sexy when you're jealous. Getting all worked up over Evie, when just a few weeks ago, I had you moaning under me. You forgot already?"

Mm, I still remember the feel of her pussy on my cock. God, I love fucking her. It's my favorite thing in the world and the way her pretty moans always slip out when I fuck her hard and rough.

I can see it as I bring it up,–the way she stiffens, the way she gulps. I know she's reliving that day in her head. Damn.

That's something I'll never get enough of. I can't stop wanting her. She's so damn addictive.

She diverted her gaze from me and I could see she was trying her best to look unaffected. "Don't flatter yourself. I'm not mad you're pretending to love her. I just can't stand seeing the biggest jerk I know suddenly acting like he's house-trained."

I took another drink, then looked her dead in the eye. "You know what this is. You've always known. It's a game, Raven. A setup. You know every part of it. So why the attitude now?"

That made her look at me again.

She tilted her head slightly, studying me and then lean closer. Close enough that her breath brushed against my jaw.

For a second, I was caught off guard by the sudden shift. I hadn't expected her to close the distance like that.

But then again… I shouldn't be surprised. Her name is Raven for a reason.

She knows exactly how to play this game. Knows exactly how to play me.

Her breath brushed on my skin as she murmured, "Because the Jungkook I knew didn't play soft. And now you're out here selling fairy tales."

"Exactly," I said with a smirk. "Selling them. Not buying."

She snorted. "You're insane."

"And you love it."

Raven and I? We weren't lovers. We weren't friends either. We were... co-conspirators. Partners in crime. Fuck buddies. Enablers. She never cared about emotions and neither did I. But the moment she saw someone else getting even a fraction of my attention—even if it was fake—she turned into this bitter, jealous bitch.

And honestly? I liked it. I liked seeing that crack in her. Because that's who we are chaos feeding chaos.

Raven let out a dry laugh, her fingers playing lazily on my neck, with that familiar fire in her eyes. "You know," she said, with sarcasm in her tone, "I've met a lot of jerks in my life, but you? You top the fucking list. I've never seen a more manipulative asshole than you. And the worst part? You should be thanking me for how much I helped you in this entire shitshow."

I looked at her for a beat, then leaned in slowly, smirking. My voice dropped just low enough for only her to hear. "I love giving favors, Raven. And don't worry… I'll definitely give you one in return. But mine are the kind you never forget especially tonight."

Her eyes narrowed. She knew exactly what I meant. That was the kind of game we played.

Before she could bite back, a few of my friends joined in, overhearing enough of our exchange to get the vibe as Raven leaned back from me.

One of them let out a laugh and clapped me on the shoulder. "Damn, man… I still can't believe you pulled this off so clean. You, of all people–acting like the perfect boyfriend? Getting engaged? Like, seriously, Jungkook… we always knew you were twisted, but this? This is next level. You really fooled that girl."

I just smiled and lifted my glass, shrugging. "It's my specialty."

Another friend leaned forward, chuckling. "Nah but seriously–it's actually impressive how evil you are, bro. I mean, acting all sweet and in love? Holding hands? Smiling in pictures like some romantic couple out of a magazine. And she actually believed it. You're really about to marry her just for a plan? Unbelievable."

"Not unbelievable," I said smoothly. "Calculated."

That got a few laughs, but then one of them raised his brows and said with a smirk, "And all of this… just because she slapped you once? That's the part I still don't get. All this chaos… just for that?"

I scoffed, shaking my head. "It's not about the slap," I said, my tone shifting into colder. "It's about who she thought she was slapping."

I leaned back, eyes narrowing slightly as I looked up at the ceiling for a second, thinking of her. That stupid pride in her eyes. That disgusted look she gave me every time we used to crossed paths like she was better than me.

"She needed to be reminded exactly who the fuck I am. That slap? That little act of defiance? It didn't hurt me–it lit a fire. You don't know her like I do. The pride that girl carries… it's absurd. Laughable, even. No status, no money, no family name. Her dad? Just a regular worker. Not some big-shot. And yet she acts like she owns the world. She looked down on me, like I was the one beneath her. Me. The one who should have been insulted. And what did I have to do? Apologize. Just to shut her up, just to keep the drama quiet. That's what pissed me off the most."

I can feel the anger simmering beneath my skin just thinking about her—a girl with no power, no status, nothing… and yet she struts around like she's fucking untouchable.

God, every single time I had to apologize just to smooth over her little tantrums, I hated it. It crushed my pride. Especially because she should have been the one saying sorry.

But don't worry… I'll take it back. Every bit of it. Slowly. Painfully. In ways she won't even see coming.

"It was never just about a slap," I said, voice low. "It was about her thinking she could humiliate me and walk away untouched. That she could show me her attitude like she was untouchable. So, I decided to break that illusion. I wanted her pride shattered, her head lowered. I didn't want to hurt her physically. That's too easy. Too obvious. I wanted to destroy her emotionally. I want to watch her pride crumble slowly until she sees herself for what she really is—beneath me."

The group was quiet for a beat, all of them staring at me with a mix of shock and amusement.

"Bro…" one of them finally said, shaking his head, "I swear she's dumb. Like, she didn't even suspect a thing? She really agreed to marry you without questioning it?"

Yeah, for sure. For someone who acts superior, she's unbelievably dumb.

A smirk curled at the corner of my lips. "She is dumb. I didn't even try that hard. Just fed her some emotional sob story about how my dad was trying to arrange a relationship for me to someone else and how I didn't want to lose her. Told her I needed her to be my escape. That I needed her to stop the forced engagement. A few emotional lines, a fake crack in my voice, and boom––she fell for it. No doubt. No hesitation."

By this, they all burst out laughing and we all cheered and gulped down our alcohol.

I finished mine in one go. The bitter taste burned down my throat, but the way it hit my brain afterward, fuck, that's what I like. It was doing its job. I wanted to enjoy it. I wanted to feel it fully.

"She didn't even use her brain," I continued, feeling overly amused. "She didn't stop to question why a guy like me would suddenly fall for her. Didn't ask why I was suddenly the romantic type. She just believed everything I said like a good little fool."

Women in love are really dumb. No doubt about it. And she's the perfect example. I still can't grasp the fact that she trusted a motherfucking prick like me—the kind of guy every mother warns her daughter to stay away from.

"You're such a filthy motherfucker. You're going to rot in hell."

There was no lie in what my friend said, though there was an amused glint in his eyes. Of course, I'm completely aware of that.

I'm like this and I'll always be. With no guilt. Even if I rot in hell, I'll walk in there like I own the place.

"This whole plan? It's not just revenge. It's entertainment too. I haven't had this much fun in a long time. Watching her believe she's special, that she's the one… knowing what's coming? That's the real thrill. And marriage? That's nothing to me. Just a piece of paper. One signature to start it, one to end it. Divorce is just as easy. It's all nonsense to me."

I leaned back, grinning darkly.

I don't know why people even get married when all they want to do is fuck. Never in my life did I think I'd even consider marrying someone, let alone actually doing it. But my motive is different, so it'll be fine.

Going to be the husband of Miss Evie Parker. Or more like... Jeon Evie.

The thought sent a rush of excitement through me about everything I had planned.

This is the perfect setup to break her–not physically, not publicly.

But emotionally. Quietly. Completely.

I want to see the day she looks in the mirror and doesn't recognize herself anymore. The day she realizes everything was fake. That's when I'll know I've won.

Fuck, I want that day to come as soon as possible.

Even imagining it excites me and I can't wait any longer.

And God, if I could count how many times I cringed during this damn drama... I swear, just thinking about it makes me want to puke.

"You don't even know," I said, shaking my head as I leaned back in the chair, the empty glass of alcohol swirling in my hand. "The level of cringe I had to endure just to make this whole thing believable... It still haunts me."

Raven rolled her eyes, and my friends burst out laughing like I just told the best joke of the night.

"Me, Jeon Jungkook, roaming around her like a lovesick puppy. Acting like her personal fucking bodyguard." I scoffed at the thought of it. "I dropped her off, picked her up like her personal driver, ran errands like her assistant... I even paid for her goddamn heels and bills. Didn't thought that this plan will be that much expensive."

"Bro, your father own a multi-million dollar company," one of my boys chuckled. "And you're crying over paying her bills?"

I glanced at him, scoffing. "Paying bills or not–it's my money. I didn't open a charity fund for naive girls with too much attitude and zero class. You think I'm just going to let all that effort go to waste? Nah, I'm gonna recover every damn penny, through the satisfaction of watching her completely break."

The laughter around me got louder, but all I could think about was the ridiculous love act I pulled off. "You guys don't get it. I had to say all those cringey, fairy tale lines—like 'only you can fix me,' or 'I've changed for you.' Pfft. Me? Change? For her? That's the biggest joke I've ever told."

I leaned forward, eyes flashing with cold amusement.

Love isn't fun without heartbreak, humiliation, destruction. Anything less than that? It's boring. Predictable.

"And the only good part of this?" I smirked wider.

They all looked at me with curious gazes, waiting for me to continue.

"The sex," I said with a devilish tone.

My friends hollered again. One nearly choked on his drink.

"I'm not gonna lie–that's the only thing that kept me from walking away mid-plan. That part was worth the act. She might be a pain in the ass, but in bed? Damn."

Suddenly, Raven, who had been sitting beside me, scoffed loud enough for the whole table to hear.

"Fucking manwhore," she muttered under her breath, eyes rolling.

"Don't be jealous, Raven," one of the guys teased, grinning.

"Go to hell," she snapped back, throwing him a death glare.

I chuckled lowly as i fucking loved her reaction, and without warning, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her effortlessly into my lap. Her body tensed at first, but she didn't fight it–not really.

"You keep calling me names like that," I murmured against her ear, voice low, "I'll make sure you moan every one of them before the night ends."

She roll her eyes dramatically, biting her lip but I could feel the way her body reacted–the quickened breath, the subtle shift closer.

"You really planning to drag this whole show for months?" she asked, her voice half-taunting, half-curious.

"Three, four months max," I replied smoothly. "Just enough time to see her pride in ashes. Just enough to watch her beg."

She tilted her head, amused, her breath brushing against my skin.

"Is she really that good in bed?" she asked softly. "Better than me?"

A slow grin spread across my face.

"Not even close."

"Oh?" she challenged, arching a brow. "And why's that?"

I held her gaze with intensity while my hand slid over her thigh, fingers pressing just enough to remind her who I was touching.

"She was too careful," I murmured. "Too shy. Always waiting to be led."

My thumb traced slow circles against her thighs as drifting upwards towards the hem of her tiny dress.

"I prefer women who don't wait to be asked. Women who take what they want. Who aren't afraid to demand it." My voice dropped slightly. "Bold. Unapologetic. A little dangerous."

My eyes darkened.

"Like you."

And there's no lie in that. Raven is Raven. No one replaces her. I've had plenty of women but she's the one I always circle back to. The one I never get bored of.

She doesn't hesitate.

She's fearless enough to ask. Fearless enough to give.

Shameless bitch, just like me.

She shook her head with a dry laugh, tracing her fingers lazily over the buttons of my shirt.

"You're sick."

"Maybe," I said, tightening my hold on her thighs, "But you're still sitting on my lap."

And she didn't deny it. Instead, she leaned in closer, lips brushing my jaw, whispering, "Then make it worth it."

Raven's fingers trailed across my chest, slowly, as her nails scratched lightly over my shirt. Her lips curled into that wicked smile I knew all too well, and then she bit her lower lip, hard.

Damn. She always knew how to push the right buttons. Her hips subtly pressed against me as she leaned closer, the tension between us building thick in the air.

I let out a low chuckle, smirking. "Don't look at me like that, Raven. You're gonna make me fuck you right here in front of everyone."

She laughed, sultry and amused. "You talk too big, Jeon. All bark, no bite?"

I tilted my head, running my other hand through her hair as I grinned. "Oh, sweetheart... I bite. You want proof?" I leaned in, brushing my lips over the shell of her ear, my voice a dark whisper. "Give me five minutes and you'll forget why you were mad."

She pulled back slightly, eyes gleaming. "Then stop talking, Jungkook."

Our lips crashed, fierce and hungry. There was nothing sweet about the way we kissed - it was fire, teeth and tongue. Her hand gripped the back of my neck, mine sliding dangerously under the hem of her dress. The others had all backed off by now, too used to this toxic rhythm we kissing each other .

I broke the kiss just long enough to mutter against her lips, "Let's go inside. I'm gonna fuck every bit of jealousy and attitude out of you tonight."

"Try me," she whispered, her voice thick with heat.

Just as I was about to pull her up from my lap and carry her to the nearest bedroom, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I groaned, jaw clenching. "Fucking hell."

I pulled it out without even looking and of course, it was her. Evie.

I opened the message. Same old sugar-coated, sickening shit.

—[Evie]Hey, Did you eat dinner?

You said you're really busy with work, so please don't overwork yourself. And if you haven't eaten yet, take a small break and eat something first. Don't skip meals, okay?

I was just thinking about you…It’s silly, but I miss you a lot tonight (^⁠‿⁠^⁠)I hope you're okay. Text me when you reach home from the office ♡

What the fuck.

I physically winced, scoffing under my breath.

Raven leaned over, read it, and rolled her eyes. "Jesus. How does she type this shit without puking?"

I didn't even answer. I just tossed the phone toward one of my boys across the couch. "Reply to that shit for me. Write something sweet. Make her melt."

He caught it, already laughing. "Damn, bro. She's to into this shit."

He typed for a minute, then read aloud with a mocking voice,

[Jungkook]—I just saw your message, baby ♡♡Yeah, I ate. Don't worry about me so much, okay? I'm fine. Just a little busy but nothing I can't handle.

You're so cute when u care like this… makes me want to finish work faster and come see youAnd you miss me? Hmm… I miss you more ;⁠)

I'll text you as soon as I reach home.Now you sleep early, okay? Don't stay up on phone for too long

The whole group cracked up, Raven included.

He tossed the phone back and I switched it off without reading the rest. Slipped it back into my pocket like it never existed. I wasn't in the mood for fake romance right now. Not when Raven was practically burning holes into me with those eyes.

I turned back to her, my lips brushing hers again, smirking.

"Now, where were we?" I murmured, voice low and loaded.

She straddled me again, tugging me closer. "You were about to shut me up the only way you know how."

And damn right, I was going to.

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A/N: I can feel the anger through the screen already 💀Go on. Let it out. Jungkook deserves it ----->

—𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾         𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍···୨ৎ