𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺? a quiet girl saves a loud boy from dying - and in return, he teaches her how to live. (it starts with a fake relationship but ends with something much worse: allergies...?) 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄... ! 𐓷𐓷───────────𐓷𐓷 Nishimura Ni-ki x fem ! oc. enhypen 2025 fic, 1999 au published, 23.07.2025 completed, 20.09.2025 𐓷𐓷───────────𐓷𐓷 prettisun

A vampire.. a royal to be exact. And an ordinary girl, or so everyone thought? As a last minute decision, decide to go together to the Moon Ball. And fate brings us a tragic yet beautiful story. ☾ vampire au ☾ be prepared to shed tears. ☾ cursing, violence, some mature themes ☾ based off of my own imagination, other books I have read and some Dark Moon ideas. highest rankings : 1#yangjungwon

❏ what happens when you wake up a thousand years later ? ❏ ᴄʀʏᴏɴɪᴄs ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴏғ ғʀᴇᴇᴢɪɴɢ ʟᴇɢᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs/ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟs ᴀᴛ ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇʟʏ ʟᴏᴡ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴜsɪɴɢ ʟɪǫᴜɪᴅ ɴɪᴛʀᴏɢᴇɴ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀʟ ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏʟᴏɢʏ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴇᴠɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ❏ futuristic AU ──── status: ongoing / ──── ¡! slow updates !¡ / ↬ © jungwon_luv 2025 /•᷅‎•᷄\੭ ❏ note :: trying a new genre :) ❏ other stories by me : > ──── wrong number ──── magic shop (short story) ──── dear jungwon... ──── masked ──── the sky before a storm ──── wrong number [rewrite] ──── polaroid love (oneshots) ──── sweet rivalry ──── yes or yes? (short story)

عشتُ حياتي كبحّارٍ لا يحتفظ بميناء.أدخل المدن كما تدخل السفن ليلًا،أرسو قليلًا، أصلح ما تكسّر في داخلي،ثم أرحل قبل أن يلاحظ أحد أنني كنت هنا. كنت أظن أنني البحر نفسه-واسعًا، عصيًّا على الاحتواء،لكن الحقيقة أنني كنت سفينةً تخاف المرافئ،لأن المرسى يعني البقاء،والبقاء يعني أن تُرى. كل ميناء مررتُ به ترك فيّ صدأً خفيفًا،وكل موجة أقنعتني أن الحركة أأمن من الثبات. لم أبحث عن وجهة،كنت أبحث عن سببٍ يجعلني لا أهرب. ثم ظهر هو كميناء لم يشبه البقية. هادئ، لا يلوّح لي،لا يعدني بشيء،لكنه لا يدفعني للرحيل أيضًا. ومنذ ذلك الوقت،وأنا أقف على حافة السفينة،أتأمل المرساة بين يدي،وأتساءل للمرة الأولى: هل خُلقتُ لأظل في البحر... أم أن بعض السفن خُلقت لتجد مرفأها أخيرًا؟ -ليي هييسونغ -بارك سونغهون * برومانس/صداقة * بدأت وإنتهت : في اليوم الثاني من شهر مارس عام 2026 ميلادي

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 ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 & 𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧; 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 romance, drama, comedy ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "I mean, it's not like we would work out anyway," Jungwon said nervously, his voice trembling as he fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, desperately trying to ease the tension hanging between them. "Uh, yeah, no, yeah, you're right," she replied, her words tumbling out awkwardly as she forced a smile, trying to mask the sting of rejection that gnawed at her. "Never in a million years." A heavy silence settled over them, the weight of unspoken feelings pressing down like a thick fog. "Let's, uh... just pretend that never happened," Jungwon suggested, his voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it any louder might break them both. "Yeah," she murmured, her eyes fixed on the floor, refusing to meet his gaze. The smile she had forced was long gone, replaced by a tight-lipped expression that barely concealed her hurt. Jia swallowed hard, the lump in her throat making it difficult to speak. "I'm gonna head down. I'll see you later," she added, her voice wavering as she turned away, each step feeling heavier than the last as she left the room, the hurt she had tried to hide now simmering just beneath the surface. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ yang jungwon x oc bestfreinds to lovers longer summary inside highest ranks: #7 in jungwon @enhaheart ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

All she wanted was a quiet space in her final year. No drama. No distractions. Instead, she got *Evan Lee* The cocky, jaw droppingly, hot campus heartthrob who just walked in on her half-naked... and claimed the room as his own. A system glitch. One room. Zero patience. He pushes. She snaps. But when the sun goes down and secrets slip... tension turns into something else entirely. Because love was never part of the contract. And neither was temptation. © LAYBIE 2025

I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly. "The hell did my parents just sign me up for..." I murmured. Then, with the kind of reluctant courage one must have when facing either chaos or destiny, I straightened up, took a breath, and turned the handle again. Whatever waited on the other side-stacked animals, eccentric roommate, or the spirit of modern art itself-I'd just have to deal with it. And so began my first day living with Nishimura Riki. -LEE HEESEUNG -NISHIMORA RIKI •bromanc/friendship •kinda short story

-حينَ تَتقاطعُ الدُّروبُ في لحظةٍ عابرةٍ، تَبدأُ قِصَّةٌ لا تُشبهُ غيرَها. شَخصانِ، أحدُهُما يَهربُ من ماضٍ ثَقيلٍ، والآخرُ يَسعى لإكمالِ فَراغٍ في روحِهِ، يَجتمعانِ وَسْطَ عاصفةٍ من الأسرارِ والصِّراعاتِ. بينَ حِبالِ القَدَرِ المُتشابِكةِ، هلْ يُمكنُ لِروابطَ غيرِ مَرئيةٍ أنْ تَصمُدَ أمامَ قَسوةِ الحياةِ؟ أمْ أنَّ أثَرَ الماضي سيَظلُّ يَقودُ خُطواتِهِما إلى مَصيرٍ مَجهولٍ؟.. ________________ ⚠️❗: -خاَلِيةٌ مِنَ العَلَاقَاتِ المُحَرَّمَةِ.. . . الفيك من كتابتي ، لا يُسمح بأخذه من دون إذنٍ منِّي❗ . . - بدأت يوم: 19/01/2025 انتهت يوم: 29/05/2025