Lexie Parker spent a summer in London at a teenager only to come back years later to work for Tenet where she met her first love, Neil. Their love rekindled one night in New York but what she didn't realize is that he would be the only one that could defuse the firecracker. THIS ONE IS COMPLETED BUT ALSO CHECK OUT THE FIRECRACKER DIARIES: THE NEXT CHAPTER! https://www.wattpad.com/story/253088623-the-firecracker-diaries-the-next-chapter

𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘊𝘳𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 "𝘛𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘵", 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘴, 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘕𝘦𝘪𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘴.

Separated at seventeen by a cruel mother and a class divide, Choi Jeong Yo and Kang Pio meet again ten years later as altered, dangerous men. The boy who scrubbed floors is now a fierce, self-made cook; the frail heir is a guarded, sharp executive. Reunited in a world of corporate pressure and buried grief, they are drawn back into an electric, possessive pull that proves some bonds can never be broken.

✒️"The pianist who lived for silence, the boy who made a religion out of noise; we were never meant to harmonize, yet somehow, I became addicted to the sound of him." ⌗𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾!𝗈𝖼 𝗑 𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗂 𝖩𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀-𝗒𝗈 ❓𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗌

FOUR HANDS ONE SECRET🎹🖤 Kang Pio and Jeongyun were never supposed to become each other's weakness. They were only two pianists brought together by music-four hands moving across the same keys, creating something neither of them could put into words. Until one night changed everything. Jeongyun disappeared. Everyone tells Pio to accept that he is gone. But Pio refuses to believe the story he has been given. Because there are things about that night that don't add up. A missing piece of music. A memory Pio can't trust. A secret someone is desperate to keep buried. And the closer Pio gets to the truth, the more he realizes that Jeongyun wasn't simply taken away from him. Someone wanted him gone. Because their music was never just music. Four hands played the melody. But only one secret could destroy them both.

Jeongyo is the nation's most revered corporate heir-disciplined, powerful, and utterly devoid of the boy who once looked at Bioh like the center of the universe. Bioh is an empty soul , forcefully engaged to someone he doesn't love, living on swallowed pills and silenced grief. When high-society ties drag their families back into the same room, the fragile peace between them shatters. Between old wounds disguised as resentment, an contract , and a love that never truly died-one of them is bound to break first. ⚠️completely different from the series

[ CACOETHES ] an urge to do something inadvisable. "𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤" [ MISS PEREGRINE'S HOME FOR PECULIAR CHILDREN ] [ JAKE PORTMAN X FEMALE!OC ]

Ji-won, a chaotic girl hiding a dangerous secret, is given one assignment alongside her best friend Ashe: Kang Pi-o, a brilliant pianist. But when Ji-won sees him perform, everything changes-she unexpectedly falls for the boy she was supposed to take down. As she becomes part of Pi-o, Jeong-yo, and Jae-in's musical world, Ji-won struggles to hide her past while getting closer to Pi-o. She was sent to end his story... but ended up becoming part of it. 🎹🖤

If a flower grew every time I thought of you, the Earth would be one massive garden. ▍ four hands, two sonatas fanfiction ▍ kang pio × male oc × choi jeongyo ▍ spanning season 1

───♡───────────── 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋. ───♡───────────── ╰┈➤ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇. 𝐒𝐞𝐨 𝐇𝐚-𝐧𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨, 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠-𝐲𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜-𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠.