I shoveled ramen into my mouth like my life depended on it. Not because I was starving, but because if I so much as glanced at Joon-soo-I knew I'd combust on the spot. The man had the nerve to sit there, all sleepy-eyed with his hair tied back in a tiny ponytail. A ponytail. I didn't even know his hair was long enough for that! And paired with that morning voice? It was a dangerous combo. "You good?" he asked, lips quirking as he lazily stirred his ramen. No. No, I was not good. I focused even harder on my bowl. "Yeah. Why?" Joon-soo leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. "Dunno. You keep looking everywhere but at me." "Shut up," I mumbled, slurping my noodles aggressively. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hwang Aera is a fiery spirited young girl who's training her ass off. She had set one goal, Debut. Trainee life was not easy at all .Debt, training, perfection. Three things which had been stuck to her like a leech, and three things she'd like to find solutions to. Solution? Late night practices with NS entertainment's ghosts. Love probably wasn't her first attraction. Yang Joon-soo is one of the biggest trending Idol currently. No doubt he's in his prime. He's the typical cool, handsome, and over excessively hot K pop Idol who, let's be honest, everyone drools over. But to him? That didn't matter. He loved his group and his fans, hence, he's one to stay up late at night just to get extra practice in. The last thing in his mind was love. But what happens when the two meet each other? Will Joon-soo ignore Aera like the other trainees? Will Aera treat him like her other sunbaes? What happens when that's not the case for both of them? Two New chapters every Saturday!

"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble. Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my lips. I am NOT falling for these guys. And then, at the corner of my eye I spot Owen and his gang approaching. Well, that's just great. *** The West and East gang of Tygerwell have been at each other's throats since the dawn of time. And the two leaders of these gangs want to end the fight, once and for all. But fighting with fists is easy. Fighting with wit and charm, is a whole other ball game. Blake. West-side gang leader. Leather jacket and killer glare. Don't talk back. Owen. East-side gang leader. Fancy coat and toxic stare. Don't resist. And in comes Amber. Hair of gold and oceans in her eyes. Has too much sass for her own good and always, ALWAYS, manages to get into the middle of trouble. But these boys have no idea who they're really dealing with. And when Amber descovers she knows a little too much when it comes to guns and fighting, she has to question everything she thought she knew about herself. Three can play this game. *** "Let's settle this. You got rejected, I got rejected. It's only fair that the fate of the gangs be on who gets the girl first." "That sounds rather good, Rhodes. I'll take that bet on the golden girl." *** COMPLETED FICTION AWARDS: Best new story and best new account Highest ranking in Teen Fiction: #1 on 25/06/2018