ᵃᵈʲᵉᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ: sweet 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: having the pleasant taste characteristic of sugar or honey; not salt, sour, or bitter romance, drama, comedy ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ The night was quiet, the world hushed around them as they stood just outside her gate. A soft breeze played with her hair, and the streetlight above cast a golden glow over them. Sunghoon looked at her, his gaze lingering on the way her eyes softened when she smiled. "You're really something else, you know that?" She laughed quietly, stepping closer until there was barely any space between them. "Is that a compliment, Park Sunghoon?" "The biggest one I've got," he murmured, his voice low, warm. She tilted her head up, her hands gently resting on his sides. He hesitated only a moment before leaning in, his forehead touching hers. For a second, they just breathed - the moment slow, electric, unspoken. Then their lips met. It was slow at first, tender - the kind of kiss that said more than words ever could. He pulled her a little closer, one hand brushing the side of her face as if she might disappear. Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, holding onto him like she didn't want to let go. When they finally parted, their breaths mingled in the space between them. "I should go," she whispered, eyes still closed. "I know," he said, but he didn't move. Neither did she. ━━━━━━━━━━━━ park sunghoon x oc i can do it x i know you can but let me help you anyway vacation love longer summary inside @enhaheart ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

where she hates him with all her heart. he's confused as to why, but feeds into it. enemies to lovers trope written by jaytvlips UNDER EDITING!

❛ desire is the most dangerous thing in the world... and the one thing I desire the most is you. ❜ a journalist chasing the truth behind a mass murder- and the dangerous boy she should've stayed away from. 𝗔 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗣𝗧. 𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡. start 05.31.25 end 00.00.00

Sol Whi has spent her entire life in and out of hospitals, trapped in a cycle of treatments, medications, and lonely days staring out the window. With a weak immune system keeping her away from the outside world, she's long accepted that her life will never be normal. Riki, on the other hand, is the definition of normal-active, carefree, and full of life. That is, until a sudden car accident lands him in the very place he never thought he'd be: a hospital room across from Sol Whi's. Two strangers, two completely different lives. But when their paths unexpectedly cross, Sol Whi and Riki find themselves drawn to each other in ways neither of them expected. For Sol Whi, Riki is a glimpse of the outside world she's never had. For Riki, Sol Whi is a reminder of how fragile life can be.

Heeseung hated crowds. Not because of the people, but the noise-the cacophony of voices blending into a dull roar. Yet here he stood, wine glass in hand, staring at a painting that spoke louder than anything in the room. A blur of crimson strokes, sharp edges that bled into a soft glow of gold. It was chaos and control in one frame, a visual contradiction that mirrored the tension thrumming in his chest. "Beautiful, isn't it?" a voice broke through his thoughts. He turned. She stood there-Star, though he didn't know her name yet-draped in a confidence that seemed effortless, like she'd walked out of the painting itself. Her dark curls framed a face illuminated by curiosity, and her eyes were fixed on him, not the artwork. "It's..." He paused, searching for a word that wouldn't sound pretentious. "Honest." A smirk tugged at her lips. "Honest? That's rare. Most people call it 'bold' or 'revolutionary.'" She took a sip from her glass, watching him over the rim. "You're not like most people." Heeseung shrugged, deflecting the compliment. "Neither are you." Star tilted her head, as if appraising him. "So, what's your story? Another tortured artist hoping to be inspired?" "I don't do stories," he replied, turning back to the painting. "I just... look." "Then you're in the wrong place," she said, stepping closer. "This is where people come to be seen." He glanced at her, a flicker of amusement breaking through his guarded expression. "What about you? Are you here to look, or to be seen?" Star's laugh was soft, almost self-deprecating. "Wouldn't you like to know." For the first time in years, Heeseung felt something stir-an electric pulse that started in his chest and spread to his fingertips. He dismissed it as fleeting, nothing more than a momentary spark. But as Star walked away, her heels clicking against the marble floor, he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd just met his match.

"Smoking will be bad for you," she said, appearing out of nowhere and sitting on the ground next to his legs. She pointed at the cigarette with puppy-dog eyes; he noticed her youthful innocence behind the bruises on your knees, your messy hair, and your flushed cheeks. "Did I ask for your opinion, kid? Go home," he replied, taking another drag from his cigarette and letting the smoke slip from his lips. "Not without my goodnight kiss first," she said, batting her eyelashes in an attempt to look cute in front of him. 'It's the same every night,' Jay thought as he massaged the bridge of his nose. Started 17.10.24 End:

"You ever think about dying?" Riki asked suddenly, his voice softer now, almost tender. Ryu's heart skipped, but she didn't let it show. "Sometimes," she admitted. He nodded, as if her answer made sense, as if it was the only answer that could make sense. "It's not the dying that scares me," he said, flicking ash off the edge of the rooftop. "It's the not feeling anything before it happens." She didn't know what to say to that, so she said nothing. Instead, she watched him, the way his hair fell into his eyes, the way the silver of his necklace caught the last light of the setting sun. He looked like a boy trying to be a ghost, or maybe a ghost trying to be a boy. She couldn't tell which. Riki turned to her then, his gaze locking onto hers with a quiet intensity that made her chest tighten. "You know what the worst part is?" he said. "What?" "You remind me of me."

He passed by the window again and paused. There she was. Arinya. Standing in the courtyard, her face tilted up toward the cloudy sky, letting the drizzle fall gently onto her skin. Her eyes were closed. She was smiling. And for the first time She looked right at him. Their eyes met. Just for a second. And that second was enough to make Sunghoon's heart skip like a broken record. He looked away first. Because she had noticed. And he didn't know what to do now.

"You're my favorite place to go to when my mind searches for peace."

Yeeun doesn't knock she walks in. She doesn't ask she demands. And she definitely doesn't wait around for a guy to make a move. Jay? He's the guy who minds his own business until Yeeun crashes into it. She's loud, shameless, and keeps showing up uninvited at school, at his house, and eventually, in his head. He's calm, sarcastic, and somehow always exactly where she needs him to be. From hallway run-ins to closet dares, midnight snacks, prom drama, and kisses that start as jokes but turn into something more they've been dancing around their feelings forever. It's not a soft love story. It's messy. Bold. Unfiltered. Just two people who push each other's buttons maybe fall in love somewhere in between.