The kingdom knew Jungwon as the golden boy of the palace-cheerful, soft-hearted, the soon-to-be crowned prince who would one day rule beside a queen chosen for him. The palace gates had been opening for weeks, each day welcoming a new parade of silk and jewels, princesses from far and wide all smiling in the hopes of becoming his bride. But Jungwon? He wasn't smiling. No gown, no glittering crown, no perfectly practiced curtsy could hold his gaze. Until her. It was just past midnight, the lake silver under the moonlight, when he saw a figure by the water's edge. Her face was hidden, only her eyes visible-and they sparkled like stars caught in still water. One glance, and the quiet hum of the night roared in his chest. He stepped closer, offered his hand. She took it, just for a moment. Then she was gone. Days later, among the heat and noise of the crowded marketplace, he saw them again-those eyes, now golden in the sun. Without thinking, he leapt from the royal carriage, ignoring his family's calls, shoving through strangers and shouts until he caught her wrist, pulling her close before she could stumble. The world seemed to stop. Then, just as quickly, she pulled away. And vanished. He didn't know her name. He didn't know her story. But when he collided with a palace worker in the hallway, spilling a heap of freshly washed linen, and looked up to apologize-he knew. Those eyes. And from that moment on, the crown on his head felt lighter than the weight in his chest.

「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 spoiled rich mean-girl Hong Jia gets exiled to a secluded beach town, right into the hands of Yang Jungwon-a ruthless local who hates her guts. She thinks he just hates rich kids. Little does she know he's the boy she bullied in middle school, and Jungwon is out for blood. 」 The summer heat in the cramped back alley of the restaurant was absolutely suffocating. Jia wiped a mix of sweat and grime from her forehead with the back of her sore, blistered hand, trying to steady her breathing. "Did you miss a spot on purpose, or are you actually just this useless?" "Just say it," Jia snapped, her voice trembling with a mix of sheer exhaustion and frustration. She hated how small she felt under his gaze. "You don't just dislike me. You hate me. For absolutely no reason. He closed the distance between them until there was nowhere left for her to step back, her shoulders hitting the damp brick. He towered over her, the heavy scent of sea wind and something dark and distinctly masculine completely wrapping around her. Before she could even open her mouth to tell him to back off, his hand shot up. His rough, calloused fingers caught her chin, his grip firm and unyielding as he forced her to look up into his pitch-black eyes. Jia's breath hitched. She froze completely. "Yeah," Jungwon whispered, his voice a dangerous, low rumble that vibrated right through her chest. His thumb brushed over her jaw-a touch that felt entirely too rough to be gentle, yet too deliberate to be violent. "I hate you, Hong Jia." He's a nobody, she chanted frantically in her head, trying to ignore the heat radiating from his hand on her skin. He's just some broke boy from a tiny beach town. He has nothing. So why the hell was her heart beating out of her chest? Why was her pulse pounding so hard in her throat that she couldn't even speak?

Their love was a magnificent tragedy. Lessons of miscommunication, colors, and life all seep into a story of a mourning boy and a sick girl. The moon watched him cry, crying out his first love's name. This time, she had become a resemblance of that lover. All they are a pair of cherry affairs. Nothing when unripe, but too good to stop the sweetness... type of love. ©eerials2021 highest rankings #1 in jungwon #1 in enhypenff