𝒱𝒶𝓁ℯ𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃ℯ'𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓈𝓅ℯ𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 💐💌 ────── °˖➴<𝟑 ────── DISCLAIMER: ⚠️ THIS STORY CONTAINS SMUT, UNHINGED DYNAMICS, DARK MAFIA THEMES, POSSESSIVE LOVE, AND LIGHT ANGST. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. Some meetings are accidents. Some are not. Kim Mingyu never believed in fate. He believed in brushes, blank canvases, and earning every little thing he owned. Boo Seungkwan never believed in coincidences. In his world, everything happened for a reason. So when a painter and a mafia cross paths at the most unexpected moment, it feels less like chance and more like something already written. Their story unfolds in fragments. In places they weren't supposed to be. In moments that interrupt everything else. Every time they meet, something shifts. Every time they part, the pull only grows stronger. This is not a love that arrives quietly. It finds them in the middle of chaos. It stays even when they try to walk away. A painter. A mafia. And a series of coincidences that feel a lot like destiny.

Jeon Wonwoo has spent his entire life being protected from consequences. As the heir to one of the most powerful corporations in the country, he grew up surrounded by marble floors, armed security, and a last name that does most of the talking for him. Assistants clear his schedule. Executives tolerate his attitude. A personal bodyguard shadows his every step. Privilege is not something Wonwoo questions. It is something he expects. Spoiled, sharp-tongued, and dangerously bored, he has mastered the art of looking untouchable. Meetings are endured, not respected. Responsibility is postponed. Authority is inherited, not earned. When pressured, he pushes back. When warned, he laughs. He has never needed to take anything seriously. Until his father gives him an ultimatum. Prove he is capable of leading the empire one day-or lose the luxuries that define his life. For the first time, the silk-lined world Wonwoo lives in feels conditional. The penthouse. The cars. The endless credit. Even the constant presence of his bodyguard, a silent reminder that danger exists but has never quite reached him. Suddenly, expectations aren't theoretical. They are immediate. And the task placed in front of him forces him to step into a corporate war he has only ever observed from a safe distance. Across the table stands a self-made CEO who built his company from nothing. No inheritance. No protective shield. No safety net. Every contract signed was fought for. Every inch of success earned. He despises entitlement. He despises weakness. And he sees Wonwoo as both.

"Do I have to work with him?" "Unfortunately, yes. Terms and conditions." Jeon Wonwoo is sharp-tongued, sarcastic, and not afraid to roll his eyes at the absurdities of office life. He'd rather keep his head down and get through the day with minimal nonsense-but life has other plans. Enter Kim Mingyu: cold, distant, and annoyingly good at his job. He's the type of coworker who makes everyone nervous just by walking into the room-and the type Wonwoo can't seem to stop getting stuck with. Their partnership is anything but smooth. Wonwoo's biting remarks clash with Mingyu's icy silence, turning every meeting into a battle of wills. But between deadlines, late-night projects, and the thin line between hate and something dangerously close to attraction, the tension between them grows harder to ignore. See how sarcasm meets cold indifference-and how their story unfolds in Terms and Conditions.

Two longtime best friends, Mingyu and Seungcheol, find their lives quietly overturned when a baby suddenly becomes part of their world. What begins as chaos and sleepless nights slowly turns into shared routines, unspoken emotions, and a warmth neither of them expected. Surrounded by friends, family, and everyday struggles, they learn how to care not just for the child, but for each other. Between laughter, jealousy, fear, and moments that linger a little too long, old bonds begin to shift into something deeper. Yet nothing is named, nothing is certain only the feeling that whatever the future holds, the three of them are already tied together in ways that can't be undone.

Wonwoo is sick of Eunsae. She tries too hard-she's an attention seeker. With that, he confronts her absentmindedly, not knowing it will result to a big turn.

An attraction between two individuals that will bloom into something unexpected, something eternal. _________ Mingyu could see the way Wonwoo shifted. His eyes now bolder. Now provoking. It had started. Wonwoo crossed his arms, brows raised at him. "Oh please, have you ever seen the way you look at me? It's like..." he teased, a smirk tugging at his lips. Mingyu leaned in, head playfully tilting in curiosity. "Like what?" Wonwoo shrugged, "Like you worship me?" Mingyu looked at him, eyes dark. "Well, I do." He declared as his hands burned on Wonwoo's waist. "I worship the ground you walk on. As if that wasn't obvious already." _________ It just felt so right for Mingyu to have Wonwoo in his arms, as if the universe has cursed him with an endless and unquenchable desire that drives him crazy. The desire to hold Wonwoo forever and never let go. | Minwon FF 18+ |

He wakes with blood on his hands and a name that is not his own. Yoon Jeonghan was meant to die on a rain-slicked road in modern Seoul. Instead, he opens his eyes in chains, buried deep within the stone belly of a Joseon prison-his body wrong, his voice unfamiliar, his reflection stolen. The world speaks an older tongue. Men bow where they should not. Steel follows him like fate. They call him a traitor. The court watches him with sharpened patience. Ministers whisper behind silk sleeves. Guards measure his worth by how quietly he bleeds. And above them all stands the Crown Prince-Choi Seungcheol-ruthless, unreadable, a man history remembers as a monster and Joseon fears as its future. Jeonghan knows this era. He has taught it. Memorized its dates, its executions, its inevitable tragedies. What he does not know is why he has been given this face. Why the prince looks at him as if staring at a ghost. Why survival feels less like escape and more like seduction. Because in a palace where power is ritualized and mercy is a myth, beauty becomes a liability-and love, if it comes at all, arrives sharpened. Some men are born into history. Others are dragged into it, kicking and screaming. And some are never meant to leave.

kim mingyu spills coffee on his soon-to-be boss. and this repeats not once, not twice but numerous times. will his boss hate him? fire him? or fall for him? (with a good amount of side stories) (EXAM MONTH ILL BE GONE FOR A WHILE IM SORRY ILYY GUYS) note: not intended to be taken seriously. thank you for reading :)

Mingyu a intern doctor who loves reading romance novels when read a story with a messy ending what will happen if he woke up in a room unfamilliar?|| Hii guys this is a Gyucheol/hangyu/Wongyu au this is my first time with making a story i hope you like it :))

Minghao is fresh out of university and is looking for a job when he stumbles upon an opportunity: become a babysitter. He has no idea what he's going to get himself into. Mingyu is trying to juggle being a mafia boss and being a father at the same time. He could really use some help. He needs someone to take care of his mute 5 year old son while works. tw as always: blood fights whatever the heck mafia do HIGHEST RANKING(S): #1 in chwehansol updates prob every weekend and possibly thursdays