#Taekookau where Jungkook is the heir to the Jeon pack , when the moon goddess shows him his mate : an orphan unworthy of his name.
He doesn't think twice about rejecting Taehyung in favor of marrying his lover and casts him out of the pack.
Ten yrs later, they meet again.

β Werewolf au
β Explicit Sexual Content.
β Top Jungkook / Alpha Jungkook.
β Angst / Implied Non con but not btw Taekook.
Ill probably start this soon β£οΈ
β Explicit Sexual Content.
β Top Jungkook / Alpha Jungkook.
β Angst / Implied Non con but not btw Taekook.
Ill probably start this soon β£οΈ
Tags :
π Mpreg
π Prostitution/ Sex Work.
π Graphic Violence
π Hurt/ Comfort
πHeavy Angst
πJeongguk is 4 years older than Tae.
π Morally Ambiguous Characters
π Explicit sexual content.
π Mpreg
π Prostitution/ Sex Work.
π Graphic Violence
π Hurt/ Comfort
πHeavy Angst
πJeongguk is 4 years older than Tae.
π Morally Ambiguous Characters
π Explicit sexual content.
Note : This isn't a new Au, its from my old account ..A number of people hve me messaging me about itπππ So i thought I'll post it hereβ£οΈ
I haven't properly started this fic but here's a snippet of it

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Hello! This is a heavy angst fic , Please interact as much as you can ! Your thoughts while reading will help me write better.
Chapter 1 ~~ Akrasia.
Akrasia ~ the state of mind in which someone acts against their better judgement through weakness of will.
Chapter 1 ~~ Akrasia.
Akrasia ~ the state of mind in which someone acts against their better judgement through weakness of will.
Kim Taehyung had once been beautiful. He remembered a time when he had soft, silky brown hair like chestnut and honey, eyes a deep dark chocolate and a smile that could stop a grown man in his tracks.
He had a slender body, lithe and willowy and skin so soft and lush, it bruised at the lightest touch. A delicate little doll, they used to call him. The prettiest prettiest doll.
But everyone knows that dolls are made to be played with.
But everyone knows that dolls are made to be played with.
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