They say death always finds you. I just make sure it finds you faster. People call me the Killer Soulmate-not because I'm anyone's other half, but because I'm the last face you'll ever see. I deal with debtors who think running makes them innocent. I don't kill for pleasure. I kill for balance. Every name I cross out makes the world a little cleaner. At least, that's what I tell myself. But when one target refuses to die quietly, I start to wonder-am I really taking souls... or losing mine piece by piece?

when seven becomes six, and jungeun is left singing her groupmate's echo

Ever since I met you, I regret that I regretted going...

A broke girl with anger issues is hired to watch over a spoiled rich brat who hides her pain behind arrogance. When their worlds collide, chaos and sparks are inevitable. JUNGEUN G!P Disclaimer: This story belongs to the original author. All credits to them.

A tender love quietly flourishing beneath the glittering turbulence of the showbiz world - where amidst all the noise, two hearts find solace only in each other.

The school bell cut through the air, and the corridor immediately came alive - dozens of voices, laughter, slamming doors. I made my way through the stream of students, thinking only about how to get to the next lesson on time. And suddenly - a collision. She jumped out of the classroom so abruptly that she almost crashed into me. Notebooks scattered on the floor, and I mechanically bent down, helping to collect them. - Sorry ... - her voice trembled. - Everything is fine, - I looked up, and at that moment the world seemed to stop. Big eyes, eyelashes, trembling fingers with which she pressed the notebook to her chest. She looked straight at me - too long for a casual glance. I did not know then that for her it was love at first sight Later I found out: she had seven exes. All boys. Some hurt her, some betrayed her, and the last one - the one she broke up with just recently - was rude, oppressive, as if he was squeezing all the strength out of her. And still, none of them touched her heart the way that moment in the school hallway did. She fell in love with me immediately And me? I was already dating my boyfriend. My parents were happy: "He's reliable, serious, just the way you need him." They said they saw us together in the future. Everything around me was pushing me toward one, "correct" life. Only around her did my hands shake And I knew: this story would not be easy

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Yoon Jiyoon is the definition of perfect: top of her class, sharp-tongued, and emotionally guarded. Choi Jungeun on the other hand is the total opposite--tall, athletic, annoyingly confident, and the only person who ever comes close to beating her in math. As academic rivals, their tension is infamous. But behind every teasing remark and subtle glance lies a truth neither is ready to admit: this rivalry might just be their version of foreplay. Between late-night study sessions, accidental touches, and a growing obsession neither can shake off, Jiyoon finds herself trapped in an equation she can't solve-because no matter how hard she tries, all variables lead back to Choi Jungeun. And love? It's not always logical. Genre: Romance | Fluff | Smut | Academic Rivalry Pairing: Choi Jungeun × Yoon Jiyoon Start: 14/5/2025 End: 24/5/2025

Jungeun was a grade below jiyoon, but yet from the first day of school, the first day they met. It changed, it changed something in her. Knowing she was devoted to jiyoon she'd wait 5 years if she had to, to be the owner of jiyoon's heart

They say that this forest was born not from the earth, but from grief that no one dared to say out loud. The nights in the village of Dol were not just dark - they were quieter than death. When another girl disappeared in the third spring, no one said her name out loud. It was safer that way. That's what the old people taught. And Jungeun stood at her father's grave. Her hands were shaking, but not from the cold. He died without a word of farewell. Only one piece of paper remained with her - stained with ink and something that smelled of iron. On it was written: "If you hear a call - do not answer. He remembers you from the cradle." But that same night, when the mourning candle burned out - she heard a voice. It was like the rustle of grass, like the creaking of rafters, like the sigh of the earth. And the words were not human, but painfully clear.