When a heartless mechanic who likes to be alone meets him... The sunshine with a heart condition. The following story contains adults themes such as explicit sexual activity. Reader discretion is advised.

BOOK #4 He didn't walk into my life - he bled into it. Like smoke curling under locked doors, like rot blooming behind a smile. They say the Devil knocks. But Soonyoung never needed to. He found the cracks in me, the ones I sealed with silence and stitched with obedience, and whispered through them like a hymn - dark, low, addictive. He calls me little heart, like I'm something fragile he plans to keep broken. And I keep coming back, not because I'm brave - but because I've forgotten the taste of salvation. And damnation, when it wears his face, feels almost holy. ---- I never wanted heaven. Too clean. Too quiet. Give me the boy who flinches at kindness and claws at cruelty like it's the only language he knows. Give me Jihoon. My little heart with iron in his spine and rot tucked behind his ribs. He thinks he can outrun the dark - sweet thing hasn't realized I am the dark. And I've already wrapped my hands around his throat, not to hurt him - but to make sure he never leaves. He prays. I answer. Every time, in blood, in fire, in a love so sharp it cuts both ways.

Jeongin knew university would be weird. He knew moving from his family to an unfamiliar city, in an unfamiliar side of the country, to study with unfamiliar faces an unfamiliar degree he wasn't all too keen on completing but knew he had to anyway. The only thing he knew would get him through the painful four years being his seven friends, all in different corners of the world and only connected with the group chat. But hey... At least he had the summer to look forward to? Or he did, until an earthquake has his university's library collapsing around him and... wait, why is there water? Hes drowning in the ocean??? And... And is that a pirate ship?! In which Jeongin finds himself in a fantasy world. Full with pirates, dragons, nymphs, and, seriously, WHY are there pirates here?! Features: Seungin Chanlix changjin/hyunbin Minsung ◊✱ •§✴§•✱◊

The mists of salty water carried off in the wind as the peaks unfurled like snow, blended in with whitecaps of foam that curled beneath their wake. The shifting of the moving deck beneath his weight, subconsciously the tilting of the solid floor being corrected by his balance that kept him upright now that he somewhat understood the patterns of the waters, at the very least, his brain and balance no longer conflicting over what he was supposed to be doing. The peace that befell his heart, soothing voices on the deck falling underneath the ocean waves, the warmth of sunlight cascading over his back like a waterfall, the breeze that caught underneath the baggy shirt refreshing the trails of sweat scattered across his body. This galleon travels to the edge of the maps and the far horizons. Will you climb aboard? ˖°𓇼⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ A collection of mini-stories of the crewmates from the Do Not Seek Absolution universe! Feat. 𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ Chanlix (the longing ones) 𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ Changjin/Hyunbin (uhhh????) 𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ Minsung (the hubbies) 𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ Seungin (the young couple)

BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.

BOOK #1 In the heart of the city's underworld, Choi Seungcheol, leader of the notorious Midnight mafia, sets his sights on businessman Yoon Junghoon. But as he moves to execute his plan, tragedy strikes when Subin, also known as Jeonghan's beloved sister, meets a mysterious demise. Fuelled by grief and rage, Jeonghan finds himself ensnared by Midnight's grasp, determined to avenge his sister's death and confront the enigmatic leader, Seungcheol. Caught in a deadly game of power and revenge, the battle lines are drawn, and the city's underworld trembles as alliances fracture and loyalties are tested. This story contains disturbing and triggering contents and is based on smut.So if you are below 18,read at your own risk. Main characters:Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Rubina. 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:18.03.2024 Ended:06.04.2024

"I hate you. Every second here makes me hate you more." Jeonghan spat, glaring at the polished man before him. Seungcheol's lips curled into a sinister smile, making Jeonghan gulp. "Good, because love isn't even my style, darling." Seungcheol thrust the food platter in front of Jeonghan. "Eat up; you'll need more energy to hate me." He walked away, closing the door and leaving Jeonghan in darkness once again. What worse could happen than going for a walk the night before your wedding? Jeonghan, heir to a powerful corporation, lived under the protection of his family's wealth. But everything changed when he stumbled upon a gruesome crime committed by Seungcheol, a notorious mafia leader. To keep his secret safe, Seungcheol abducted Jeonghan, dragging him into a world of darkness and danger. Trapped in Seungcheol's underground empire, Jeonghan's hatred for his captor grew, yet he couldn't ignore the twisted connection forming between them. As days turned into weeks, the lines between captor and captive blurred, and an obsessive, dark romance began to unfold. Seungcheol's ruthless nature contrasted with moments of unexpected tenderness, leaving Jeonghan torn between his desire for freedom and a growing, forbidden attraction.

"What kind of creep are you? Stalking your own cousin?" Wonwoo looks up from his phone to see a tall man, dressed in basketball shorts and a jersey, his face flushed and breath heavy. "Sorry? Are you talking to me?" Wonwoo asks, pointing at himself. "Yes! You! Stop stalking Jia. Stop stalking my girlfriend!" Wonwoo freezes, his hands gripping his phone tightly, before he lunges forward, throwing his fist right into the other boy's jaw. "Why the hell are you referring to my girlfriend as yours?"

BOOK #2 They say love heals scars, but Seokmin's scars were lessons-bitter reminders that twisted him into a creature of darkness. His life was a series of brutal lessons that shaped him into someone who burns with an unquenchable fire. Protecting his brother-in-law's assistant was both his best and worst decision, a choice that bound him to Joshua in ways he could never escape. Joshua was his-body, mind, and soul. His to break, reshape, and claim. No one could alter that, not Joshua, not even Seokmin himself. Seokmin's voice was low, his breath hot against Joshua's skin as he spoke, "I've never craved anyone as much as I crave you." Joshua's eyes were wet with fear as he tried to pull away. "You don't love me. You're just obsessed. Let me go." Seokmin's grip tightened as he leaned in, pressing his lips to Joshua's in a kiss both tender and demanding. "I'll let you go," he whispered against Joshua's lips, "but only when my soul is ripped from this body. And even then, who knows? Maybe we're bound beyond this life."

BOOK #1 "I'm not just a pretty face, Seungcheol. Underestimate me at your own risk." Jeonghan glared at Seungcheol, stepping into his personal space. "You might be a model, but you've just walked into a whole new kind of runway - my world." Seungcheol husked out as he grabbed Jeonghan's jaw, tilting his head up and connecting their lips. One year, without a single slip-up. That's all Seungcheol needs - a marriage of convenience to divert media attention and stabilize his company. But what he didn't anticipate were the distractions Jeonghan would bring into his meticulously controlled life. The real catch? Convincing Jeonghan, the boy he once rejected in high school, to agree to this arrangement. Can they survive a year of this delicate dance, or will old wounds and new sparks complicate their plan?