SVT_J.WW + K.MG ❝your arms are the only ones that can make me feel safe throughout the night.❞ . . . in which one boy is desperate to get the slightest comfort and warmth by cuddles and someone is there to fulfull his wishes. highest rankings: #1 in svt 27/07/2020 #1 in meanie 31/07/2020 #1 in hoshi 17/08/2020 #1 in mingyu 20/06/2021 #1 in seventeen 21/06/2021 #1 in seungkwan 02/09/2021

A lonely omega who has long stopped believing in love. An alpha who waits patiently, saving all his heart for the right person. When their worlds collide, can a frozen heart learn to trust? Fated Hearts is a story of gentle love, stolen glances, and hearts finding home.

"Till death do us part,"

There was a time when Kim Mingyu thought he'd spend his whole life by Jeon Wonwoo's side. When they were six, it was pinky promises and scraped knees. At ten, it was sleepovers, shared secrets, and warm smiles over convenience store ice cream. And at twelve, it stopped. No warning. No fight. Just a silence that stretched six years wide. Mingyu didn't know what he'd done wrong. All he knew was that one day, his best friend stopped looking at him like he mattered. Now at eighteen, Mingyu is everything people expect him to be-tall, popular, good at everything. A golden boy with a golden smile. And Wonwoo? He's distant. Quiet. A ghost in the halls who only seems to let one person close: Kwon Soonyoung. They live just two doors apart in the same school dorm. But they might as well be worlds away. What Wonwoo does not know is that Mingyu never really stopped waiting. Waiting for a glance. A word. A reason. Anything that would explain why the boy who used to protect him like a secret suddenly vanished behind cold eyes and clipped nods. And then, one night, something breaks. Something shifts. A scent, a moment, a closeness too dangerous to name.

Prologue --- I Want to Be Pretty Like the Girl You Like Wonwoo stood in front of the mirror, his gaze heavy as he studied his reflection. His tall frame, broad shoulders, and sharp jawline seemed out of place in the soft, delicate world he imagined Mingyu adored. He let out a bitter laugh, tracing his fingers over his features. The same face that countless women had found attractive was the very one he loathed now. If I were smaller... prettier... he whispered to himself, voice trembling with a mix of frustration and longing. "Would you look at me then, Mingyu? Would you... love me?" The soft glow of his phone screen caught his attention, a message from Mingyu lighting up the dark room. Mingyu: Hey, I'll pick you up tomorrow for dinner. My mom's really looking forward to seeing you again. Wonwoo's heart ached at the kindness laced in those words. Mingyu was always gentle, always considerate but never more than that. The smile he reserved for Wonwoo lacked the spark he gave others, the warmth he showed when talking about the girls who fawned over him. But Mingyu didn't know. He didn't know about the nights Wonwoo spent wishing he could change himself. He didn't know about the quiet envy brewing inside him for those girls, petite, delicate, soft in ways Wonwoo could never be. That night, as he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, tears slipping silently down his cheeks, one thought echoed in his mind If I ever get a petite body with a shorter height, will you like me, Mingyu? Will I finally be enough?