Yoon Jeonghan is "The Nation's Angel," a superstar whose golden voice and charming smile hide a soul weary of the spotlight's lonely glare. Choi Seungcheol is "The Wolf," a feared mafia boss who rules the underworld with an iron will, his heart as cold as the steel he carries. Their worlds collide when Jeonghan's company, drowning in secret debts, fails to pay the immense sum it owes to Seungcheol's syndicate. Seeing an opportunity, Seungcheol doesn't just demand money; he takes possession. His price is Yoon Jeonghan himself. Kidnapped from his green room and thrust into a gilded cage, Jeonghan responds the only way he knows how: with defiant fury. He insults his captor, challenges his authority, and vows not to give him a moment of peace. To Seungcheol, the singer is just an asset, a pawn. An infuriatingly beautiful, sharp-tongued pawn who refuses to be intimidated. But hatred is a cold bedfellow, and proximity breeds a dangerous understanding. Behind the barbs and the power plays, a twisted bond begins to form. Jeonghan sees cracks in the monster's armor-a hidden kindness for the forgotten, a soul as lonely as his own. Seungcheol finds himself drawn to the fire in Jeonghan's eyes, a flame that doesn't flicker even in the face of death.

"Just so you know," Seungcheol grunts, his voice laced with frustration, "I'm only putting up with you because of my mother. Nothing else." He forcefully pushes down on the accelerator, the car lurching forward. Jeonghan, ever the tease, smirks and playfully buckles his seatbelt. "Aw, sucks," he drawls, his tone dripping with faux disappointment. "I thought we would make such a cute couple, Cheollie." The engine roars to life as the car starts moving. --- Seungcheol had finally managed to find someone willing to play the role of his fake husband for the family gathering, a desperate attempt to save himself from the constant nagging of his family members who were determined to see him married. But the truth was, Seungcheol couldn't stand Jeonghan.

The Choi family and the Hong family have been the two leading families of the mafia world. They've built their legacies from nothing, and will do everything in their power to keep them. Seungcheol Choi has always been taught two things, always fight for yourself and never trust a Hong. He never planned to, growing to hate the Chois just as much as his family did. But when they two families are forced together, the hatred he always felt for the Hong's becomes much more complicated. Jeonghan has always known about his family's business in the crime world, but he has never wanted to be apart of it, at least not like his older brother Joshua did. But when a fatal accident leaves one of Joshua's family members dead , he is left with no choice but to join the business he's been so desperately running from.

"Hello. I'm Seungcheol Choi... Chaerin's boyfriend." The chopsticks slipped from Jeonghan's fingers, clattering against the plate. The chair next to him scraped the floor, and suddenly a warm body settled into it. His fist clenched against his thigh as he chewed on tteokbokki a little too fast, trying not to look. He had expected a lot when he came home for summer: The dog giving birth again. The backyard swing finally fixed. Long, slow afternoons that smelled of sun and dust. But not this. Not his sister introducing her boyfriend to their parents like it was normal. Not the way Seungcheol's smile lingered a little too long, deliberate and dangerous. He swallowed. Summer was supposed to be simple. Somehow, this wasn't.

Jeonghan lives a pretty good life. He has a large circle of supportive friends, everything at home is going well, he is getting good grades, etc. Despite that, he is missing something: a relationship. (Seungcheol × Jeonghan story) This book is purely fiction and nothing related to what would have happened in real life. I would never want to write something that would make any of the members uncomfortable. Disclaimer: I highly recommend you do not read this book if you are not comfortable with boy x boy ships. - contains strong language. Started: February 11th, 2020 Ended: August 25th, 2020

Jeonghan sleeping with a woman he likes? Great. She says she's also sleeping with another man? Not so great. Jeonghan decides he's going to win. Sabotage the competition. Out-charm the rival. Claim the girl. Simple plan. Except... he didn't expect the other man to be that good-looking. Or He wanted to win the girl. He didn't expect to lose his mind over the competition.

Seungcheol should've never taken the bet. But when his parents told him that he 'cannot hold down a relationship with a man for six months' his pride answered before his brain did. He said he could. They said he couldn't. And just like that, a stupid family bet turned into a Christmas nightmare. Because his boyfriend dumped him last month. And instead of admitting he lost, Seungcheol just... kept pretending the relationship still existed. Right up until his parents announced they were coming over for the holidays to finally meet this mysterious six-month boyfriend. Enter the only person he trusts enough to ask for help: his House mate Jeonghan. Actor. Busy. Generally allergic to other people's problems. STRAIGHT. and absolutely not interested in getting dragged into a bet he didn't sign up for. Too bad he's the only one who can make this lie survive Christmas. "So... remember that bet my parents made? The one where they said I couldn't stay in a relationship with a guy for six months?" "If you're about to ask me for something, the answer is no." "I just need you to pretend-" "No." "You didn't even hear the rest-" "NO." Or The very overused plot of "christmas fake dating ( ft.Jeonghcheol )

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What's worse than a blade at your throat or staring down your own death from a cliff? Getting married to Choi Seungcheol - the man even devils prefer to avoid. Yet here I stand, wrapped in silk I didn't pick, under chandeliers brighter than my will to live, listening to vows that feel more like contracts signed in blood. Everyone says this marriage will end a war. Cute. I say it's another battlefield - one I intend to walk across in heels and sarcasm. Because here I am, in a wedding hall dripping in roses and danger, smiling like I'm not actively planning how to make my new husband stop breathing.

When gamer Choi Seungcheol moved into his new apartment, he didn't think much about its history. Sure, it used to belong to Yoon Jeonghan, the cold, beautiful, heartless, famous artist who had "tragically died" in a car crash a month ago. The news had been everywhere, and Seungcheol remembered thinking, damn, even his funeral looked expensive. Until one rainy night at 3 a.m., someone started knocking. Seungcheol, half-asleep and armed with the nearest frying pan, opened the door and froze. Standing there was Jeonghan himself. "AAHHHHHHH YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD! I SAW YOUR FUNERAL ON TV!" Seungcheol screamed. Jeonghan crossed his arms. "Do I look dead to you?" Well... he did look pale and a little ghostly, though Seungcheol would admit, only in the "too pretty to be real" way. And the more he stared, the more Seungcheol realized the terrifying truth: Jeonghan might actually be a ghost.