With only two months left until their debut, the girls of Katseye-the newest idol group poised to take the stage-are counting every second. Between intense rehearsals, image training, and the weight of expectation, a rare day off feels like a gift. Eager for a break, the girls head to the beach, chasing laughter and sunshine. But the carefree mood takes a strange turn when they run into Daniela's older cousin, Eliana-a cool, composed beauty with an enigmatic energy that no one can ignore. Eliana is everything the girls admire: confident, stylish, and effortlessly charismatic. She fits in seamlessly with the group-except when it comes to Sophia. From the moment they meet, there's something different in the air. Eliana avoids Sophia like she's a spark waiting to ignite something dangerous. And Sophia, frustrated and confused, can't help but feel drawn to her anyway. When a strange twist of fate forces the girls to move in with Eliana, tensions rise. Sophia can't understand why Eliana's gaze lingers when she thinks no one's watching, or why her voice softens when she speaks to everyone but her. There's something between them-undeniable and electric.

"𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒚? 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆..." when the three-time world driver's champion for porsche weisspfeil named the leader of katseye as her celebrity crush, their worlds begin to orbit closer.

"𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒊'𝒎 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒊'𝒎 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕..." when the leader of katseye and the frontwoman of route 66 collide on the stage of lollapalooza, sparks ignite between the two of them.

You two weren't together for a reason. You weren't good for each other. You shouldn't want to see her. But maybe? It can work.

Y/N, a messy and irresponsible person who lacks basic cooking and self-care skills, unexpectedly comes to the aid of her next-door neighbor, Rosé. One rainy day, as Y/N returns home from school, she finds Rosé drenched and sitting on a swing outside their apartment complex. Despite being popular and admired by everyone, Rosé and Y/N have never really interacted before. Y/N lends her umbrella to Rosé, but ends up getting sick herself from the rain. Feeling guilty, Rosé takes it upon herself to help Y/N recover and ends up barging into her apartment. And that's when everything begins. ✓ Last Update: 25 December 2023 ✓ Word Count: 270,657

In a world where weddings are but another business transaction, Jennie Kim - the sole heir of her mother's conglomerate - would be remiss, if she acted unreasonably at the notion. Duty is but a lonely road, and she had long been resigned to accept the weight of her name - had she not been wedded off to such a preposterous individual, that went by the name Y/n Morningstar. What's more, it would have been infinitely more bearable, if said individual hadn't been so insufferable at the prospect of it - asymmetrical grins, annoying remarks, and that goddamn accent. Or a forced proximity, arrange marriage, enemies to lovers trope with all of that cliché goodness. :))

"Love binds tighter than chains." She has spent her life running from her past, from herself, and from the darkness in her mind. Letting people in is risky, but a young psychiatrist with secrets of her own begins to break down her walls. Their connection is intoxicating, consuming, and impossible to resist. Love should be freeing, not suffocating. As the lines between devotion and control blur, she begins to wonder if she has found salvation or if she has walked straight into a trap she will never escape. Chains of Desire Series #1

Y/n L/n a problematic country music sensation has millions of fans but has just as many haters. The world sees her as cold and emotionless but those who truly know her would say the exact opposite. The pressures of the demanding industry have Y/n on a dark path but what happens when she meets a certain brown eyed blonde haired angel? Was it fate that brought these two together or will it be that very thing to drive them apart? *Reader is g!p in this story*

"Love you, love you, love you No matter what I do"

Roseanne Park could be anything, anywhere, and anyone - sometimes, all three, all at once, on a good day. She might just be the second coming of Christ, if Christ were in stilted heels - YSL, if you please. And if she was smarter, wiser, and a possessor of copious amounts of self-preservation, she could've escaped - as though surviving a car crash - the unyielding intensity of Y/n Brambilla's gaze. She didn't expect much, when she accepted writing a song for the Formula 1 film. A bit blindsided, would be fairly apt. The trappings of that girl were rather peculiar - Taut muscles underneath half undone racing overalls, unbelievable eyes in between helmet slits, and my god, that tousled helmet hair that makes anyone go feral. If they aren't already. It was rather annoying. Roseanne thinks that she could probably write a dozen albums about her. Or The Formula 1 driver x Rosé romcom-ish fic that's birthed from her, coming to Miami grand prix. It's really just purely for self indulgence, if anything.