One room. One bed. Way too many rules- And two people who were never supposed to catch feelings. University was supposed to be about study and survival... But somehow, it turned into late-night arguments, stolen glances, and maybe something they can't explain yet. ---- Author's Note: This story is completely my own creation. If any part feels familiar, it's purely a coincidence-everything was written from my own brain, mood swings, and 3AM chaos. Thanks for supporting and respecting my work!

In the city's most exclusive club, where million-dollar deals are inked over crystal glasses and half-lit smiles, Jeon Wonwoo moves like a ghost behind the bar - quiet, beautiful, and off-limits. But when he's sent into the lion's den, a VIP room full of powerful men, it takes just one dangerous moment for the coldest CEO in the country to step in - and change everything.

Everyone has a Mirror Heart-someone who reflects who they really are underneath everything. And when you meet them, it's not love at first sight. It's discomfort. It's a mirror you don't want to look at... but can't look away from.

Kim Mingyu's life is built around love, loss, and responsibility. At just 26, he's a single father to his four-year-old son, Hansol, after losing his wife during childbirth. Between his demanding job as an architect and raising a child on his own, Mingyu barely has time to breathe, let alone take care of himself. But he keeps going-for Hansol, for the memory of the woman he loved, and for the quiet promise he made the day she passed: "I'll give him everything." When work becomes too much and his parents begin pressing him about moving on, Mingyu knows something has to change. At the recommendation of his best friend, Seungcheol, he hires Jeon Wonwoo, a soft-spoken barista with a gentle smile and calm eyes, to help look after Hansol. Wonwoo expects nothing more than a simple babysitting job. But what he finds instead is a small family still grieving, still healing, and still learning how to love again. Hansol latches onto Wonwoo almost immediately-calling him "Mumma Woo" and drawing crayon pictures of the three of them like it's always been that way. Wonwoo doesn't want to get attached, but the warmth of the home, the sound of Hansol's laughter, and the quiet way Mingyu smiles when no one's looking make it impossible not to. Everything becomes more complicated when Mingyu, out of desperation, tells his visiting parents that he has a new lover-hoping to stop their constant pressure to move on. But now they want to meet the supposed boyfriend, and with no one else to turn to, Mingyu asks Wonwoo to help him one last time: "Just pretend... just for a week." Wonwoo agrees, for Hansol's sake. For Mingyu's sake. Maybe even for his own. But fake smiles start to feel real. Late-night conversations blur the line between pretending and longing. And the way Mingyu looks at Wonwoo when Hansol falls asleep in his arms makes it harder and harder to remember what they're not.

Married on paper. Tangled under the same roof. They said it was just an arrangement- So why do the nights feel real? Author's Note: This story is completely my own creation. I didn't copy or take ideas from anyone. If any part of it happens to be similar to another story, it's purely a coincidence. Everything is written from my own thoughts and imagination. Thank you for reading and respecting my work!

It took Wonwoo every little fiber of effort in his being to confess his feelings ... only to be rejected, and it went down hills from there on.

A historical themes where a carpenter lives in old villages stumbles upon a fox. But what could happened when the injured fox turned into a young good looking male, wanting to be married with him? Genre: Historical Fantasy Romance

Short story about meanie that just makes you smile! (with some jeongcheol, junhao, verkwan and soonhoon) Where Wonwoo has been Mingyu's best friend for the longest time and he just loves his Wonu hyung's smile. When he realised he got a crush on someone, Wonwoo was the first person he told. Where Mingyu has been Wonwoo's crush for the longest time and he's satisfied with just being by his side. When Mingyu announced that he has a crush on someone, Wonwoo felt his heart break. His love was unrequited, and he knew it clearly. But are they truly just friends?

BOOK #2 They say love heals scars, but Seokmin's scars were lessons-bitter reminders that twisted him into a creature of darkness. His life was a series of brutal lessons that shaped him into someone who burns with an unquenchable fire. Protecting his brother-in-law's assistant was both his best and worst decision, a choice that bound him to Joshua in ways he could never escape. Joshua was his-body, mind, and soul. His to break, reshape, and claim. No one could alter that, not Joshua, not even Seokmin himself. Seokmin's voice was low, his breath hot against Joshua's skin as he spoke, "I've never craved anyone as much as I crave you." Joshua's eyes were wet with fear as he tried to pull away. "You don't love me. You're just obsessed. Let me go." Seokmin's grip tightened as he leaned in, pressing his lips to Joshua's in a kiss both tender and demanding. "I'll let you go," he whispered against Joshua's lips, "but only when my soul is ripped from this body. And even then, who knows? Maybe we're bound beyond this life."

BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.