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SURVIVE

- His last sin

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“Strip."

Taehyung’s breathing turned uneven instantly.

“No.”

The answer came out shakier than she wanted, but the hatred inside her eyes never disappeared.

Jungkook sat silently on the leather chair across the room, one hand resting against his jaw while the other slowly reached for the gun beside him.

Click.

The sound alone made fear crawl violently down her spine.

Taehyung stepped backward immediately. Jungkook—

“Five.”

His voice remained calm.

Too calm.

He stood slowly, loading the gun without taking his eyes off her once.

“Four.”

Her chest tightened painfully.

“You’re insane…”

“Three.”

Taehyung’s breathing started shaking harder as he raised the weapon toward her.

“You won’t do it.”

Jungkook tilted his head slightly.

“Two.”

The room suddenly felt too small.

Too quiet.

Fear finally cracked through her expression the moment his finger settled against the trigger.

“Wait—”

Bang.

The bullet hit the wall beside her thigh close enough to tear a scream from her throat as she collapsed backward onto the floor.

Pain burned across her skin where the bullet grazed her.

Jungkook didn’t react.

Not to her crying.

Not to the trembling.

Not even to the terror finally breaking through her stubbornness.

He simply walked toward her slowly before crouching in front of her.

Calm.

Always calm.

Taehyung tried pulling away instantly, panic wrecking through her chest.

Jungkook caught her jaw before she could move farther.

His dark eyes locked onto hers.

Cold.

Steady.

Merciless.

“I’m not the kind of villain that begs for love,” he said quietly.

His thumb brushed the tears beneath her eye almost mockingly.

“I’m the kind people pray they never meet.”

Taehyung’s lips trembled violently.

“If you disobey me again…” Jungkook’s voice lowered slightly.

“The lesson becomes something even you won’t survive.”

Silence.

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Then another flash—

Taehyung screaming while struggling violently in Jungkook’s grip as he dragged her through the dim underground hallway.

“Please! LET ME GO!”

The massive steel doors opened slowly in front of them.

Water reflected darkly beneath the low lights.

Deep.

Endless.

Taehyung froze the moment she saw movement beneath the surface.

A shark circled slowly inside the enormous tank.

Her heartbeat stopped.

“No…”

For the first time that night—

real panic shattered completely across her face.

Jungkook released her hard enough for her to stumble onto the wet floor near the edge of the tank.

Taehyung immediately tried crawling backward.

“I can’t swim—”

“I know.”

The answer came emotionlessly.

That terrified her more.

The shark moved beneath the water again.

Slow.

Controlled.

Waiting.

Taehyung’s breathing became hysterical as tears streamed down her face. “Please… please don’t do this…”

Jungkook stood silently above her while smoke curled from the cigarette between his fingers.

Watching.

Observing.

Detached.

Like her fear was simply another thing he expected obedience from.

“You keep confusing mercy with weakness,” he said calmly.

Taehyung sobbed harder.

“Jungkook please—”

“Learn the difference.”

Then suddenly—

his hand shoved against her shoulder.

Taehyung’s scream echoed violently through the room as she fell into the freezing water below.

Darkness swallowed her instantly.

Pain.

Panic.

The sound of water crashing around her as she fought desperately to stay above the surface.

Somewhere above—

Jungkook watched her struggle from the edge of the tank.

Expressionless.

The shark continued circling beneath her.

Waiting for a command that never came.

_____ End.

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This story is not soft.

It is not healthy.

And it is definitely not written to comfort you.

Inside this world, monsters wear expensive suits, love feels like possession, and survival is more important than morality.

Every character in this story carries darkness within themselves. Some hide it behind gentle smiles, while others proudly drown in it.

There are no heroes here.

Only hunters.

Prey.

And people trying to survive long enough not to become either.

So before entering this world

Leave your expectations of fairytale romance behind.

And welcome to the darker shade of red.

Some scenes are intentionally disturbing.

Some characters will make you uncomfortable.

Some moments are meant to feel wrong.

And that is the point.

If you are searching for green flags, healthy communication, or soft romance - close this book now.

Because this story does not begin with love.

It begins with women being watched.

Chosen.

Owned.

Welcome to the darker shade of red.

Welcome to maroon.

TRIGGER WARNINGS

#DarkRomance

#PsychologicalThriller

#HumanTrafficking

#Captivity

#Obsession

#PossessiveMaleLead

#Manipulation

#MorallyGreyCharacters

#Violence

#EmotionalAbuse

#PsychologicalAbuse

#ForcedProximity

#ForcedRelationship

#DubiousConsent

#Kidnapping

#PowerImbalance

#ToxicRelationship

#UnhingedMaleLead

#MentalInstability

#GraphicThemes

#ControlAndPossession

#Trauma

#FearDynamics

#DarkThemes

#AdultContent

#MatureAudienceOnly

Jk: Run Butterfly Run. I like watching how desperately you fight before realising the world outside belongs to me too.

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Welcome to the world of Dark__[Romance]

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- Author

JEON JUNGKOOK - 32

People disappeared after speaking against him.

That was the only proof the world ever had of his existence.

No official records.

No public appearances.

No confirmed photographs.

Just bodies. Missing girls. Corrupted politicians. Blood money moving silently beneath Seoul while the law pretended not to see it. Jeon Jungkook did not build an empire.

He infected one.

Human trafficking. Drug networks. Illegal auctions. Organ harvesting. Underground torture rings. Arms dealing.

Every disgusting thing powerful men were terrified of being connected to somehow led back to him.

And the worst part?

He never looked like a monster.

He spoke softly.

Dressed elegantly.

Smiled rarely.

The kind of man capable of discussing stock markets while ordering someone's execution at the same table.

Mercy meant nothing to him.

If revenge required ripping a child away from its screaming mother, he would do it without blinking. If fear could control a city better than loyalty, he would drown the streets in terror himself. People called him a psychopath.

The underworld called him king.

But those who truly knew him avoided giving him any title at all.

Because naming monsters made them feel human.

And Jeon Jungkook was anything but human.

JEON NAMJOON - 37

Unlike Jungkook, Namjoon did not enjoy violence.

He enjoyed ownership.

Control.

Power.

The feeling of deciding whether another person deserved to sleep peacefully at night.

He operated like a gentleman in public expensive watches, tailored suits, calm intelligence, perfect manners.

Women admired him.

Businessmen respected him.

Politicians shook his hand while unknowingly standing beside the reason their own people disappeared overnight. Behind the polished image of JJC Corporation lived one of the filthiest empires hidden beneath South Korea.

Trafficking routes.

Underground gambling syndicates.

Red-light districts.

Private auctions where human beings were traded beneath crystal chandeliers like luxury property.

And Namjoon controlled all of it with terrifying patience.

He did not scream.

He did not lose control.

That was what made him frightening.

Because calm men rarely killed out of emotion.

They were killed because they had already decided the victim no longer mattered.

To Namjoon, people were assets.

Useful until they became replaceable.

JEON YOONGI - 35

Yoongi never needed reasons.

That was the problem.

Most monsters required anger. Revenge. Trauma. Emotion.

Yoongi simply enjoyed the destruction.

There was something deeply wrong inside him something cold enough to make even criminals uncomfortable around him.

He killed the way artists painted.

Neatly. Carefully. Beautifully.

No hesitation.

No guilt.

No shaking hands afterward.

Just silence.

Women feared being noticed by him because Yoongi did not touch things gently. He ruined them slowly, psychologically, until they no longer recognized themselves afterward.

Drugs moved through his hands.

Weapons moved through his ports.

Girls disappeared through his connections.

And through it all he remained emotionless.

People often described his eyes the same way: Dead.

As if humanity abandoned him years ago and never returned.

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KIM TAEHYUNG - 28

One of Seoul's most influential fashion designers.

Elegant, perfectionist, emotionally controlled, and terrifyingly difficult to impress.

Kim Taehyung built her name through discipline rather than connections, turning her fashion house into one of the most respected luxury brands in South Korea. She carried herself with quiet confidence, sharp intelligence, and the kind of beauty that made people uncomfortable under direct eye contact.

She did not tolerate incompetence.

Did not trust easily.

And never begged for attention.

People often described her as cold.

The truth was simpler:

Taehyung only respected things that felt genuine.

Engaged.

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KIM YE JIN - 30

Bestselling author. Private woman. Beautiful mind.

Kim Ye jin became famous for writing stories capable of emotionally destroying readers with only a few words. Intelligent and deeply observant, she preferred silence over meaningless conversations and solitude over crowded rooms.

She disliked fake affection, performative kindness, and people who changed personalities depending on who was watching them.

Despite her fame, Ye jin remained emotionally distant from the public eye, protecting her peace carefully from the world around her.

Decent. Mature. Untouchable.

Has a boyfriend.

Planning to marry soon.

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PARK JIMIN - 29

Owner of multiple high-end restaurants across Seoul.

Park Jimin was known for her warmth, ambition, and ability to make people feel comforted merely by her presence. Behind her soft smile existed a woman who built everything she owned from sleepless nights, pressure, and relentless hard work.

Creative by nature, she found peace in cooking and painting two things she considered more honest than people.

Sweet when respected.

Sharp when crossed.

Independent in every possible way.

People loved her easily.

Perhaps too easily.

In a relationship.

...(Author note)...

...Before starting, I just want to say something respectfully....

...Please don't ask why I chose the female versions of BTS members for this story. I respect BTS a lot, and I'm an ARMY myself. I simply used these edits because they look incredibly beautiful and fit the aesthetic and atmosphere of the story I wanted to create....

...This is purely fictional and meant only for storytelling and creativity. I wanted to explore this version and concept through the edits and visuals....

...And if anyone feels uncomfortable with the female versions, you can simply imagine them with their original male appearances instead. It's completely up to your imagination and comfort....

...Thank you for understanding and supporting my story....

The first gunshot echoed through the forest at exactly 12:03 AM.

Then silence followed.

Cold.

Heavy.

Final.

The girl collapsed face-first into the mud before her body even fully understood it had died. Blood spread slowly beneath her blonde hair while rain continued pouring through the trees as if nature itself had grown used to scenes like this.

No one stopped running.

Because stopping meant joining her.

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Five girls sprinted desperately through the darkness, barefoot and shaking, their breathing uneven from exhaustion and terror.

Wet soil clung to their legs while sharp branches tore against exposed skin during every desperate step forward.

Each of them wore the same thing around their necks:

A black leather collar.

Metal tags attached beneath it.

Numbers instead of names.

Property instead of humanity. They are just a product in human form.

Somewhere deeper in the forest, men laughed.

The girls ran harder.

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A mechanical voice suddenly echoed through hidden speakers across the hunting grounds.

> “Ten seconds remaining.”

One girl stumbled violently against the rocks, crying as she forced herself back up again.

Another vomited while running.

None of them dared to stop.

Because somewhere above them

people were watching.

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Several kilometers away from the forest, inside a private underground hall glowing in dim gold lights, dozens of wealthy guests sat comfortably with champagne glasses resting lazily in their hands.

Massive screens covered the walls.

Live footage.

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Every camera angle displayed another terrified girl fighting to survive.

Numbers flashed beneath each face.

#17

#08

#31

#22

The betting amounts kept rising beside them.

Like racehorses.

Like entertainment.

One man smirked while placing another bid.

“Number twenty-two won’t survive another minute.”

“She’s panicking too much,” another agreed calmly.

“Pretty though.”

Laughter followed.

Soft.

Casual.

As if human lives had stopped meaning anything inside this room long ago.

Suddenly—

another scream echoed through the speakers.

Camera three captured a guard dragging Girl #22 backward through the mud while she cried violently, clawing at the ground desperately enough to break her nails.

“Please... please don’t..”

The gunshot interrupted her.

The room barely reacted.

A few guests looked disappointed.

Others continued drinking.

And high above them all, inside the darkest section of the room, three men watched silently from behind tinted glass.

Untouched by emotion.

Untouched by guilt.

Because monsters do not flinch at suffering they created themselves.

One of them finally spoke.

“Bring the next shipment."

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Hello, my beautiful souls. I hope all of you are doing well and taking care of yourselves.

So… how was the first chapter? Did it make you curious enough to enter this dark world with me?

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And lastly, please don’t report the story. It is purely fictional and written only for entertainment purposes for readers who enjoy dark psychological fiction.

Thank you for giving my story a chance.

See you in the next chapter, my beautiful souls. ♡