They were both broken by the people they trusted most. What they never expected... was each other. When Wooyoung catches his boyfriend in a lie-the kind with lipstick and lingering touches-he's not just heartbroken. He's furious, humiliated, and standing in the rain outside a café with a phone full of evidence and no one to send it to. Then San crashes into him. Literally. One apology, one shattered phone, and one badly scrawled phone number later, Wooyoung finds himself thinking about the beautiful stranger with haunted eyes and a voice that cracked like something inside him had just given out. San is reeling from his own betrayal. He's not looking to fall for anyone-especially not the sharp-tongued, emotionally fried guy he nearly concussed on a sidewalk. But somehow, between awkward texts and late-night walks, the two start to piece together something unexpected. Not perfect. Not easy. But real. #24 Woosan

Park Seong Hwa is trying to get his life far from his parents, along with that he is trying to run away from his painful past. Kim Hong Joong, living deep in his guilt.. barely forgive himself for what happened to Seong Hwa.. #1 Jungyunho [8/6/25] #5 Seongjoong [15/5/25]

One hook-up... that's how much it takes to turn someone's life around. And to top it all, Hongjoong's hook-up is a devil himself... Hongjoong is a kind-hearted young man with a broken heart, while Seonghwa is a manipulative figure who desires to possess him. Will their attraction lead to tragedy, or will it mark the start of a new and joyful chapter?

Jung Wooyoung, a skilled secret agent with bountiful knowledge, tries to unravel the thick web of a kingpin's mafia, working his way through the ranks before taking a chance to achieve his ultimate goal: killing the kingpin, Choi San. Patience is a virtue to those who wait, but with ample time to pursue his plan, comes the chance to see beyond the tough, brooding demeanor that Choi San presents. The further the web unveils itself, the more Wooyoung finds himself entwined within the mafia's tangle of operations, leading Wooyoung to tread a fine line; follow through with his orders, or follow the pull of his own stubborn heart? ╰┈➤ **ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴀ03 @ ᴍᴏʀᴇᴛʜᴀɴᴍʏᴏᴡɴ** ╰┈➤ 𝟭𝟴+ 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀! Gun violence/mentions of weapons, heavy blood and gore, drug-related descriptions, mafia-related crime, excessive cursing, non-explicit sexual content, violence, descriptions relating to death and killing, betrayal and confrontation. ╰┈➤ I, by 𝗻𝗼 means, am assuming any of the ATEEZ members' sexuality. This is a work of fanfiction crafted because of my love for Woosan's close friendship. Please do not take their relationship or the themes of this book seriously.

In a world where hair color defines one's social status and destined future, Hongjoong is a regular, brown haired commoner. On a free day, he decides to go for a hike in the mountains, only to come across a cave. There, he finds something he never expected to see: a man, locked up in a cage and covered in wounds. A man with white hair, the one destined to be royalty and the country's ruler... But instead, he's caged like an animal... --------------- This will be a slow burn romance, but the main focus is on Hongjoong helping Seonghwa recover from this trauma and injuries, and also taking revenge on the ones responsible for whatever happened in that cave. !! This story contains sensitive topics such as trauma, blood and torture. You have been warned !! Most impressive ranks: #4 in psychological #3 in ateezfanfic #3 in Hongjoong #19 in Ateez #9 in Yunho #6 in Mingi

You're nothing. Nobody's going to want you. Those words had been drilled into him from the start, until he met San, a man who owned a flower shop. Wooyoung didn't know if he'd survive the night. He didn't know if he wanted to. But as his eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion pulling him under, he clung to one thought: he was free, even if it hurt. Even if it felt like the end.

"Just so you know," Yunho warned playfully, "my ass is out, so don't get hard." Mingi laughed, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "Too late for that, Yunho. You're just too tempting." Yunho rolled his eyes dramatically. "You're impossible." "Maybe, but you love it," Mingi replied, his voice low and teasing. Yunho, a forensic pathologist, and mingi, a detective, who start off as finding each other annoying, to end up in each others beds. but what if something happened? one goes missing? YUNGI STORY Other ships included.

"Duty? I'm twenty-one, Mom! I'm not ready for this! I'm not ready to marry some stranger, to let him... touch me, to have his kids! I've never even-" He stopped, his face burning, but the words kept coming. "I'm scared, okay? I'm terrified! And none of you care! You just keep talking about legacy and alliances like I'm some kind of breeding machine!" Mr. Choi's eyes darkened, his voice low and dangerous. "You will watch your tone, young man. You are marrying San, whether you like it or not. You will bear his children, and you will continue the Choi legacy. That's what omegas do." Arranged Marriage Omegaverse Main ship- Woosan Seongjoong Yungi Jongsang

Jeong Yunho grew up with hardly any emotions. If he had no toy to play with, he stared at the wall. If he was told to kill someone, he did it without a thought. Song Mingi was known as the dumb prince who couldn't keep up with his brothers. Then one day, he suddenly no longer had competition. Instead, he was taking the torture for all three of them. A soldier with no mind for himself. A prince with no hope for life. Until they snap. Like a change in the tides, they begin to desire more. ◆ Prequel to Treasure, Book 3 ◆

Part 2/2 of "Lost and Found" San had always been told to be kind. "The world won't give you kindness, baby," his mother used to whisper, her frail hands cupping his seven-year-old face, her eyes bright with a love that felt like sunlight. "That comes from humanity. From you. Be loyal. Care for others. Even when it hurts." She would smile then, brushing his dark hair from his forehead, her fingers trembling slightly from the sickness eating her away. San believed her. He believed every word. She died when he was eight. Suicide. He found her in the bathtub, wrists open like red butterflies, the water pink and still. "Mama?" he'd whispered, his small hand reaching for her cold one. She didn't answer. The neighbors found him hours later, curled beside the tub, humming the lullaby she'd sung him every night. "Be kind, San-ah," he'd murmur to himself, rocking back and forth. "Be kind."