Felix Lee was supposed to be just another intern. Quiet. Foreign-raised. Easy to overlook. At least, that's what everyone at the hospital thinks. No one knows he's the chairman's youngest son. No one knows his family owns the place. And Hyunjin, the brilliant surgical fellow working under Felix's terrifying older brother, definitely doesn't know the intern he keeps getting too close to could ruin his whole career. Secrets are dangerous in hospitals. Especially when people start noticing the little things. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction from my dramatic little brain. I don't own any real people, names, groups, or companies mentioned. Nothing here reflects anyone's real life, personality, or relationships. Read for fun, don't take it too seriously, and kindly click away if it's not your thing.

Hyunjin lost everything the day he fell-including his memory. When he finally wakes up in the hospital, his mind is a complete blank. Or is it? Once he gets the medical clearance to return to college, a recurring dream begins to haunt him. Every single night, he sees the same mysterious, golden silhouette. "Are you sure you don't remember anything?" Chan asks, his voice cracking as he hugs Hyunjin tightly, terrified to let go. Hyunjin pauses, staring blankly into the distance. "I... I see a blondie..." "Wait-what?" Caught in a web of hidden secrets and unspoken lies, Hyunjin takes matters into his own hands to uncover the identity of the blonde stranger. Then, on one quiet night, a single, overwhelming memory floods his system, crashing through the fog in his mind. Felix. The boy who no longer eats, sleeps, or speaks. "Felix?" Hyunjin calls out into the dark. Felix's breath catches, and in that agonizing second, Hyunjin finally understands the heavy silence between them. They weren't just strangers. They weren't just friends. They were lovers. Top Rankings (top 1-5) #1 - Ideation #1 - hyunlix #2 - hyunlix #3 - universityau #4 - establishedrelationship #5 - alternate #5 - universe

Felix just wanted to take dance classes in peace. Instead, he: - Got followed by his ex - Accidentally fake-dated his extremely hot dance teacher - Acquired six suspiciously observant friends - Learned that Seungmin sees everything - And realized that pretending to date Hyunjin feels... alarmingly safe Hyunjin, meanwhile, is just trying not to: - Scare Felix - Rush Felix - Confess his feelings from six months ago - Or punch Felix's ex on sight It's fake dating. Until it's not. And everyone else knew before they did. Warnings: ⚠️ -smut; -slow burn but also not; -comfort.

Felix returned to Seoul expecting family politics and a fake engagement to save the company's image. He did not expect to fall for Hyunjin while raising a six-year-old in the middle of a house slowly learning how to become a home again. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. I do not own Stray Kids or any-real-life idols mentioned in this story. Please read responsibly and enjoy the chaos.

Felix never wanted Hyunjin's name to open doors for him. So at work, he stays hidden. No husband. No privilege. No protection. Just Felix. But secrets are fragile things, and Hyunjin has never been good at watching what belongs to him get hurt. Disclaimer This is a work of fiction from my dramatic little brain. I don't own any real people, names, groups, or companies mentioned. Nothing here reflects anyone's real life, personality, or relationships. Read for fun, don't take it too seriously, and kindly click away if it's not your thing.

Hyunjin was only supposed to be gone for a few days. Iceland first. Back home. Then Paris. And then back home again. Simple. Except nothing ever feels simple when the person who occupies half your world suddenly isn't in it. For Felix, the days begin to stretch differently. The studio feels quieter. His routines shift in ways he never noticed before. Hyunjin always had a way of filling every room he walked into with chaos, laughter, art, and warmth. And now? Felix is left learning the strange rhythm of life without him. Between late night calls, teasing messages, memories that refuse to stay quiet, and the slow ache of missing someone who is still technically yours... Felix discovers something dangerous. Distance doesn't make the heart grow fonder. It makes it louder.

Story of an artist and a mermaid(man)......

The city of Seoul is a canvas of neon and shadow, a world of two halves. On the 42nd floor, sits Hwang Hyunjin, CEO of a massive corporation, a man trapped in a glass tower, seeking refuge from the weight of his name. His secret: a stolen, anonymous life as "Wang Jin," a late-night rideshare driver in a borrowed black Genesis. He only craves one hour of normal. Under the pulsing lights of a forgotten theatre, lives Felix, an actor who trades his dazzling stage glitter for grease-stained uniforms at a chicken shop. He is bright, loud, and full of honest, chaotic life. He needs money, rest, and a little bit of magic. Their worlds are meant to be parallel lines, kept apart by class and circumstance. But fate, disguised as a misplaced app, throws them together on a winding, midnight road. One accidental ride. One lie told under the cloak of night. This is the story of how a CEO traded his power for anonymity, and how a boy traded his quiet life for fairy tale love that began in the back seat of a luxury car, where the truth was the only currency too expensive to spend. The destination is unknown, but the journey promises chaos, chemistry, and the inevitable moment when the lights come up on the final curtain. _Sheen

In the shimmering heart of the city, where sunlight danced through a vast glass dome onto endless lanes of turquoise water, two worlds existed side by side-yet never quite touched. By day, the Aquamarine Oasis echoed with laughter: tiny hands splashing, young voices bubbling with joy, and the steady guidance of those who taught them to float, to kick, to trust the water. Among them was Felix, whose gentle hands coaxed fear into confidence, whose freckled smile hid depths no one at the pool ever guessed. In the same waters, but worlds apart, Hyunjin carved through the waves with fierce precision-a celebrated athlete chasing gold, his every stroke watched by thousands, his pain buried deep beneath the surface. At night, in dimly lit rooms far from the chlorine and cheers, identities dissolved behind soft black lace masks. Hands that healed by day offered solace in shadow, touching secrets that voices dared not speak. One hidden touch. One unspoken recognition. One ripple that would pull them under-into depths neither could have foreseen. What began in anonymity would unravel in the light, where trust broke like waves on the shore... and love rose unexpectedly from the undertow. _ Sheen