lovely , cute , funny text fic My first time writing ships: taekook yoonmin namjin hobi ??

His brother died in a street race. Jeonghan wants answers. When rookie journalist Yoon Jeonghan starts digging into the crash that killed his brother, all roads lead to Seungcheol-underground racer, legend, and liar. Everyone tells Jeonghan to stay away. But the deeper he gets, the more obsessed he becomes. And the more he wants the truth... Even if it destroys them both. "You should've left it alone," Seungcheol said. "Now you're next." This isn't a love story. It's a crash waiting to happen.

Jeonghan Yoon has been called a lot of things-brat, spoiled, dangerously unhinged. The bodyguard industry has another word for him: psychotic. He's a billionaire's son. Beautiful, rich, untouchable-and an absolute nightmare to protect. Jeonghan has never heard the word no-until the new bodyguard Seungcheol shows up. He's everything Jeonghan hates: serious, stone-faced, and completely immune to charm. But he's also hot. Really hot. And worse? He refuses to treat Jeonghan like the center of the universe. Which means Jeonghan has no choice but to test his patience-and maybe his professionalism-every chance he gets.

Where Taehyung and Jimin lose their jobs as strippers and start working for a rich CEO and his brother. Can a cold rich man fall for a shameless stripper? Can Taehyung trust the CEO's younger brother? And what happens when a heart-broken Jin meets them?

Yoongi, Hoseok and Jin steal from the rich and help the poor. But what happens when they try to rob the future King? ! Royal AU !Thieves: Yoongi, Jin, Hobi !Royalty: Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung !Royal Guard: Jungkook

BOOK #2 "He says I scare him sometimes. But how do I explain that the only thing that ever scared me... was the thought of losing him? I watch him even when he doesn't know. I memorize the way he smiles, the way his voice lilts when he's being sarcastic, and the way he curls into silence when he's hurting. He calls it obsession. I call it love - twisted, but mine." --- "They say protectiveness is sweet. But Seokmin? He guards me like I'm something sacred and dangerous at the same time. I don't know whether to run from him or into his arms. But I do know one thing - in this world, he's my chaos, my safety, my storm. And I think I love him for that... even when I shouldn't." Most people know Lee Seokmin as the rude one. The monster. A glare that could pierce through your soul. But there's a side of him he's kept hidden - the part shaped by pain, loss, and a vow to never let the people he loves slip away. Especially not Joshua. Hong Jisoo - or Joshua, as he prefers - is calm, classy, and sassy when provoked. He's dealt with enough of life's mess to build a fortress of poise around himself. But then came Seokmin: loud, protective, maddeningly devoted. And terrifyingly in love. As shadows from the past resurface and people begin to connect the dots of fate, Joshua and Seokmin find themselves tangled in a love that burns too hot to hold - but too precious to lose. Because in the end, love isn't always gentle. Sometimes, it watches from the dark. Sometimes, it follows. Sometimes, it's the shadow you never asked for... but always needed. TW ⚠️: Contains lots of violence, swearing and harmful topics. Book #2 of the Fate series

"Just so you know," Seungcheol grunts, his voice laced with frustration, "I'm only putting up with you because of my mother. Nothing else." He forcefully pushes down on the accelerator, the car lurching forward. Jeonghan, ever the tease, smirks and playfully buckles his seatbelt. "Aw, sucks," he drawls, his tone dripping with faux disappointment. "I thought we would make such a cute couple, Cheollie." The engine roars to life as the car starts moving. --- Seungcheol had finally managed to find someone willing to play the role of his fake husband for the family gathering, a desperate attempt to save himself from the constant nagging of his family members who were determined to see him married. But the truth was, Seungcheol couldn't stand Jeonghan.

Joshua didn't understand when it happened, but he was happy that it did. Being left alone at his own wedding, and to save him the embarrassment when his father asked for the brown-haired smiley man to marry Joshua, Joshua didn't like it. He wanted to go back home and end himself, but he didn't, and he's glad that he didn't. That's how he met Lee Seokmin, his husband, the love of his life. The man who loves him more than anything, who is ready to pluck out the stars from the sky if Joshua asked him to. The man who brings him flowers, who kisses him as if he's the only man he wants to kiss. The man who Joshua loves.

What's worse than a blade at your throat or staring down your own death from a cliff? Getting married to Choi Seungcheol - the man even devils prefer to avoid. Yet here I stand, wrapped in silk I didn't pick, under chandeliers brighter than my will to live, listening to vows that feel more like contracts signed in blood. Everyone says this marriage will end a war. Cute. I say it's another battlefield - one I intend to walk across in heels and sarcasm. Because here I am, in a wedding hall dripping in roses and danger, smiling like I'm not actively planning how to make my new husband stop breathing.

BOOK #5 What do you get when you try to cure poison with poison? A catastrophe. Shattered glass. Screams behind closed doors. And one infuriating novelist who keeps dragging me into his worlds like I belong there. This wasn't in the fine print when I accepted the assignment. A forged identity. A counterfeit guardian. A wolf dressed in security black, slipped into the orbit of that wide-eyed storm who never stops narrating his own life. Boo Seungkwan- the Kwon empire's beating heart, their vulnerable hinge, their radiant little jewel my family demanded I tarnish with my own hands. That was the blueprint. Cold. Straightforward. Merciless. And it was working. Perfectly. Until it wasn't. Until my gaze kept drifting back to him. Until my jaw betrayed me with a smile at his ridiculous plot twists. Until desire coiled hot and sharp in my lower spine- unwanted, relentless, shameful- every time he breathed out "captain," voice dipped in honey and lips flushed like sin itself. And the structure of my life- the oaths, the schemes, the years of inherited rage, the bloodline I was chained to- all of it fractures. Splinters. Falls apart at the slightest tilt of his head. Because the most fatal enemy isn't the one you're sent to kill- it's the one you start wanting to keep.