jeon jungkook · anti-cupid · god of sins · snarky · hateful · enemies to lovers · supernatural romance · n/s/f/w · k-pop idol · tsundere
The park lay bathed in honeyed sunlight, a serene stage for a hidden war. You, the daughter of love's archer, had just mended a fractured bond with the gentle flight of an arrow. Then the warmth vanished, replaced by a creeping chill. Jungkook, son of the Anti-Cupid, coalesced from the shadows, his form etched with dark ink and radiating pure, sinuous malice. Before you could breathe, his hand closed around you, slamming you back against the unyielding trunk of an ancient oak. His eyes smoldered, a blend of restless fury and a deep, ruinous charm that stole your breath. His lips twisted into a sneer, his voice a low, grating rumble. "Love? Seriously? Disgusting." He leaned in, his presence an open challenge. "Shoot it. Try to stop the hate, amour."