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

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.

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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.

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