1995, Seoul. Jeonghan, 20, and Seungcheol, 22, have grown up next door to each other-best friends for almost half their lives. Until friendship quietly becomes something more. But in 1995, two boys falling in love isn't something the world is willing to forgive. So they hide behind laughter, late-night conversations, and the words "just friends." Because sometimes, loving someone is easy. Being allowed to love them isn't.

𝘔𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥. When Aarav Mehta, a chaotic Mumbai-born photographer with absolutely no respect for schedules, gets paired with Elliot Hayes-a grumpy, painfully organised architect from Manhattan-for an international project documenting cities around the world, he decides there's only one thing to do. Show the American how to actually live. Unfortunately, Elliot has a colour-coded itinerary, an unhealthy relationship with punctuality, and the annoying habit of looking incredibly attractive whenever he's irritated. Aarav has no intention of following Elliot's rules. Elliot has no intention of putting up with Aarav's nonsense. But between missed flights, questionable hotel arrangements, accidental jealousy, shared coffees, unfamiliar cities and one too many people asking if they're together, the line between professional partners and something else starts becoming dangerously blurry. Their journey was supposed to be simple. Mumbai. Dubai. Paris. London. Manhattan. They were supposed to document what made every city feel like home. They just weren't supposed to find it in each other. And when the final flight lands, Aarav has one very inconvenient question left: What happens when the person you love is waiting for you in a city twelve thousand kilometres away?

"Why is no one reacting to his scent?" The question brings an entire boardroom to a halt. Because the answer is obvious. Yoon Jeonghan doesn't have a scent. He never has. In a world where scent determines status, attraction, and survival, Jeonghan is an anomaly-a scentless omega. Most people pity him. Others think he's broken. Jeonghan couldn't care less. Until he meets Choi Seungcheol. A Prime Alpha with an impossibly sharp sense of smell. "Sir," his secretary says carefully, "Jeonghan has no scent." Seungcheol's gaze remains fixed on the omega. "That's impossible." Because while everyone else smells nothing- Seungcheol smells everything. A scent so intoxicating he can't ignore it. A scent that shouldn't exist. A scent only he can smell. And if Seungcheol is right, then the omega who's spent his entire life believing he's scentless may be hiding the most dangerous secret of all.

Seungmin hates his life "Hey you." "Hey, you." "You, get me this." "Can't you get me that?" "You." "You!" You, you, you, you, you, you! Seriously! The guy was such an asshole, he had a name!! It wasn't You! It's Seungmin! Kim Seungmin damn it!! And as if the world decided it hadn't fucked him over enough timesー "You'll do," He leaned back on the couch in the office, his arm balancing on the backrest behind him, "Congratulations. Starting today you're my new agent. Get a contract ready." In which talent agent Kim Seungmin is locked into a contract with his worst nightmare, Hwang Hyunjin. A temperamental, overdramatic, arrogant, demanding, asshole of a high-profile model. And subsequently finds himself in the middle of a ten year feud surrounding the model, and six other celebrities fighting for the same gigs as him. All of this over missing pizza money...? *Explicit content in chapters is marked (⚠️)

What's worse than a blade at your throat or staring down your own death from a cliff? Getting married to Choi Seungcheol - the man even devils prefer to avoid. Yet here I stand, wrapped in silk I didn't pick, under chandeliers brighter than my will to live, listening to vows that feel more like contracts signed in blood. Everyone says this marriage will end a war. Cute. I say it's another battlefield - one I intend to walk across in heels and sarcasm. Because here I am, in a wedding hall dripping in roses and danger, smiling like I'm not actively planning how to make my new husband stop breathing.

BOOK #5 What do you get when you try to cure poison with poison? A catastrophe. Shattered glass. Screams behind closed doors. And one infuriating novelist who keeps dragging me into his worlds like I belong there. This wasn't in the fine print when I accepted the assignment. A forged identity. A counterfeit guardian. A wolf dressed in security black, slipped into the orbit of that wide-eyed storm who never stops narrating his own life. Boo Seungkwan- the Kwon empire's beating heart, their vulnerable hinge, their radiant little jewel my family demanded I tarnish with my own hands. That was the blueprint. Cold. Straightforward. Merciless. And it was working. Perfectly. Until it wasn't. Until my gaze kept drifting back to him. Until my jaw betrayed me with a smile at his ridiculous plot twists. Until desire coiled hot and sharp in my lower spine- unwanted, relentless, shameful- every time he breathed out "captain," voice dipped in honey and lips flushed like sin itself. And the structure of my life- the oaths, the schemes, the years of inherited rage, the bloodline I was chained to- all of it fractures. Splinters. Falls apart at the slightest tilt of his head. Because the most fatal enemy isn't the one you're sent to kill- it's the one you start wanting to keep.

San is Seoul's most eligible-and most reluctant-bachelor. At 25, the heir to a powerful chaebol dynasty has wealth, power, and the relentless pressure of legacy weighing down his every step. His parents have had enough of his messy dating history and demand he settle down... preferably with someone they can parade at fundraisers. Their solution? A contract with the city's most sought-after matchmaker: Jung Wooyoung. #18 Woosan first week published. #2 Chaebol #1 Matchmaker #5 ChoiSan #20 Ateez #1 Chaebol

Valemont Academy. Where power is inherited, wealth is worshipped, and one wrong move can ruin you. Seungcheol is a scholarship student-cold, disciplined, untouchable. Jeonghan is rich, reckless, and sharp-tongued, a boy who thrives on mocking everything Seungcheol stands for. "You think you belong here?" Jeonghan sneers. "I belong wherever I choose," Seungcheol snaps back. Rivalry turns to obsession. Insults become kisses, hatred twists into desire, and the line between enemies and lovers blurs... dangerously. At Valemont, some battles aren't fought in classrooms-they're fought in shadows, behind closed doors, and on knees.

In a city that never truly sleeps, chance meetings rarely stay innocent for long. When Choi Seungcheol first meets Yoon Jeonghan, it feels almost ordinary-two strangers colliding in the quiet rhythm of everyday life. A conversation that lasts longer than expected. A glance that lingers just a little too long. Something about Jeonghan is magnetic: the soft smile, the unreadable eyes, the way he seems to know more than he says. For Seungcheol, who has spent most of his life trusting very few people, the connection is unsettling-and impossible to ignore. Then the world suddenly stops. A lockdown traps the city indoors, turning days into a strange blur of silence and routine. What begins as a simple decision-to spend a few days together instead of alone-turns into fifty-six days of shared space, stolen glances, and growing intimacy. Within the quiet walls of Seungcheol's apartment, their lives slowly intertwine. Secrets are left unspoken, questions are avoided, and the tension between them grows heavier with every passing night. Jeonghan is charming, unpredictable, and dangerously hard to read. Seungcheol is careful, guarded, and hiding more than he admits. And yet neither of them walks away. Because attraction can be intoxicating-but it can also be blinding. By the time the fifty-six days are over, someone will be lying, someone will be hiding the truth, and someone will no longer walk out of that apartment alive. The question is simple. Who really let whom in? Main characters: Seungcheol, Jeonghan.... This story contains strong language and mature content. So read only if you are comfortable. And this is a ship fanfic. So if you are homophobic or don't support ships and stuff, you can leave. Started: 06.03.2026 Ended:

When a feared assassin who works alone is assigned his next hit... Only to get more than he anticipated. The following story contains dark, adult themes such as murder, torture, kidnapping, abuse and explicit sexual activity. Reader discretion is advised.