Seungcheol is a fighter, not just in the ring, but in life. A talented boxer with a dark secret: he's been drawn into the world of illegal underground matches, where the stakes are life and death. Haunted by the brutality of his choices and the weight of a past he's tried to outrun, Seungcheol is caught in a downward spiral. The ring is the only place where he feels alive, but it's also where he's slowly killing himself-emotionally and physically. Jeonghan, on the other hand, is a nurse-a man of healing, whose quiet demeanor hides a storm of regrets. Jeonghan's steady hands can mend broken bodies, but his heart? That's a different story. He's spent years burying feelings he's never truly let go of. As they navigate the dangerous, tangled web of Seungcheol's underground boxing career and Jeonghan's desire to save him, both men are forced to confront the painful truth: some wounds can't be healed with time, but with love. But is their love enough to overcome the demons that threaten to tear them apart? Or will they destroy each other before they ever get a chance to truly be together? Knockout Hearts is a raw, intense story of passion, redemption, and the fight for love-where sometimes the hardest battle is the one you fight within your own heart.

Decades of blood, fire, and vanished men had shaped the war between the Kims and the Jeons-two empires that ruled the underworld from opposite ends, never yielding, never forgiving. The Kims always stood on top. The Jeons always fell short. A Kim never bowed. A Jeon never trusted. And now, in a dim, silent room, the youngest Jeon-Jeon Wonwoo-was being handed to Kim Mingyu, the heir of the house that had haunted his family for generations. Could he survive in the hands of the enemy?

dorm rivalries, endless pranks, and one infuriatingly charming enemy. Jeon Wonwoo wanted peace from college, he got Kim Mingyu instead. And somewhere between the pranks and petty wins, the scoreboard started tracking something else entirely. "If you hate me so much, quit staring, love." "I'm trying to figure out how you talk this much with a brain that small." ★ top rankings #2 in minwon #1 in jeongcheol

Seungcheol Choi has conquered markets, crushed competitors, and built SolLux Technologies into a billion-dollar empire. Unfortunately, he cannot conquer one (1) ethereal director with suspicious moon-related philosophies. When Seungcheol discovers that the dangerously charming Director Yoon Jeonghan might be married-with a child, no less-his carefully maintained CEO composure collapses into full-blown corporate melodrama. There is pouting. There is denial. There is emotional spiraling in an executive leather chair. Meanwhile, Jeonghan remains serene, unreadable, and possibly five steps ahead of everyone. Armed with only his pride, his questionable dignity, and a long-suffering assistant who deserves hazard pay, Seungcheol must uncover the truth: Is Director Yoon truly taken? Or is the CEO about to lose his heart to the most beautiful corporate illusion of his life? A romantic comedy about power, pride, and falling in love when you're absolutely not supposed to.

Content Warning ⚠️ This story is a work of fiction inspired by the members of Seventeen. The personalities, behaviors, and events portrayed here are entirely fictional and do not reflect the real-life traits, actions, or beliefs of the individuals depicted. Please note that this story may contain mature themes, including violence, emotional distress, or suggestive content. Reader discretion is advised. This story is a Boys' Love (BL) fanfiction. It features romantic and emotional relationships between male characters, including specific ships that may not align with everyone's preferences. If BL or these ships aren't your thing, please kindly skip this story instead of leaving negative comments. This is a safe space for readers who enjoy and respect this genre ❤️

He wakes with blood on his hands and a name that is not his own. Yoon Jeonghan was meant to die on a rain-slicked road in modern Seoul. Instead, he opens his eyes in chains, buried deep within the stone belly of a Joseon prison-his body wrong, his voice unfamiliar, his reflection stolen. The world speaks an older tongue. Men bow where they should not. Steel follows him like fate. They call him a traitor. The court watches him with sharpened patience. Ministers whisper behind silk sleeves. Guards measure his worth by how quietly he bleeds. And above them all stands the Crown Prince-Choi Seungcheol-ruthless, unreadable, a man history remembers as a monster and Joseon fears as its future. Jeonghan knows this era. He has taught it. Memorized its dates, its executions, its inevitable tragedies. What he does not know is why he has been given this face. Why the prince looks at him as if staring at a ghost. Why survival feels less like escape and more like seduction. Because in a palace where power is ritualized and mercy is a myth, beauty becomes a liability-and love, if it comes at all, arrives sharpened. Some men are born into history. Others are dragged into it, kicking and screaming. And some are never meant to leave.

When SEVENTEEN moves into a grand old mansion to save on dorm costs, they expect peace, space, and maybe a little luxury. What they get instead? Whispers in the hallway. Doors that close on their own. Lights that flicker when emotions run high. And worst of all-a house full of ghosts with a passion for matchmaking. From a piano that only plays love songs, to mirrors that reflect what they refuse to say out loud, the house doesn't just want them to live in it-it wants them to fall in love inside it. Now Jeongcheol is being haunted by a romantic ghost, Soonhoon keeps waking up in each other's beds, and Verchankwan is caught in a love triangle that even the spirits can't untangle. The scariest part? It's not the ghosts. It's how accurate they are about everyone's feelings. 🕯️ 13 members. 1 haunted house. 6 ships. Welcome to the place where the walls whisper your secrets, and love might just save your soul... or doom it forever.

Wonwoo had always seen the brighter side of life, had once thrived in love and affection - until life taught him otherwise. Now, at 27, his world revolved around only two things: pursuing his passion as a college professor, and raising his beloved daughter. His life had become a steady routine, spent between grading papers, reading his books, and listening to his daughter's endless chatter about homework. Calm, disciplined, predictable. That is, until a new student arrived in his class. Mingyu - 25, devilishly handsome, effortlessly charming - had come back to college for personal reasons. He never believed in love nor emotions. All he trusted was logic and practicality. From the moment he walked in, he unsettled Wonwoo in ways he couldn't explain. A headache and an escape, all in one. As days passed, their lives began to entwine. Mingyu filled the void in Wonwoo's heart in ways Wonwoo hadn't anticipated; Wonwoo became an anchor in Mingyu's otherwise secretive, chaotic world. But there was a danger Mingyu hadn't revealed to Wonwoo.....yet..... "Mingyu, Please... stop looking at me like that." Mingyu didn't move away. His reply came almost instantly, calm and infuriatingly composed. "But you're the one who asked me to keep my focus on you, didn't you?" "I'm just doing exactly what you told me to," Mingyu continued, his tone almost innocent. "Like a good student." "Mingyu... you know this is wrong." "And?" Mingyu asked, unfazed. "You're a student," Wonwoo said, forcing the words out. "And I'm your professor." "And?" Mingyu repeated, softer this time - not mocking, just waiting. "You're making me uncomfortable." Mingyu studied him for a moment, eyes searching Wonwoo's face as if weighing something unseen. "Am I?" he asked quietly - not convinced, not apologetic. Just curious. And that was what scared Wonwoo the most.

Wonwoo hates Mingyu. Mingyu hates Wonwoo. It was always that simple... until a dare bound them in a kiss that felt like fate whispering otherwise. And from that moment, nothing would ever be simple again. The lines between hate and something far more dangerous begin to blur. Rage-filled eyes now flicker with an unfamiliar warmth, and what was once rivalry spirals into something messy, confusing, and undeniably real. Because Jeon Wonwoo-the strict class president and bookish nerd-and Kim Mingyu-the reckless bad boy and golden football player-ended up falling in love with the very person they once vowed to hate.