Kim Haewon, a quiet high school girl burdened by relentless parental expectations and a life of isolation. With no friends and no freedom, she finds solace in the small moments - especially in watching Kwon Soonyoung, the bright and carefree transfer student who unknowingly becomes the center of her world. She never speaks to him, never reaches out, only observing from afar, writing about him in the pages of her secret notebook. But how long can someone exist in the background before fading away completely? ____ This story is about the unnoticed, the ones who watch from the sidelines, the ones whose love goes unspoken. It's a painful but beautiful story about a girl who gave everything without ever receiving anything in return. A dandelion, soft and fleeting, scattered by the wind before anyone could truly see it.

BOOK #5 What do you get when you try to cure poison with poison? A catastrophe. Shattered glass. Screams behind closed doors. And one infuriating novelist who keeps dragging me into his worlds like I belong there. This wasn't in the fine print when I accepted the assignment. A forged identity. A counterfeit guardian. A wolf dressed in security black, slipped into the orbit of that wide-eyed storm who never stops narrating his own life. Boo Seungkwan- the Kwon empire's beating heart, their vulnerable hinge, their radiant little jewel my family demanded I tarnish with my own hands. That was the blueprint. Cold. Straightforward. Merciless. And it was working. Perfectly. Until it wasn't. Until my gaze kept drifting back to him. Until my jaw betrayed me with a smile at his ridiculous plot twists. Until desire coiled hot and sharp in my lower spine- unwanted, relentless, shameful- every time he breathed out "captain," voice dipped in honey and lips flushed like sin itself. And the structure of my life- the oaths, the schemes, the years of inherited rage, the bloodline I was chained to- all of it fractures. Splinters. Falls apart at the slightest tilt of his head. Because the most fatal enemy isn't the one you're sent to kill- it's the one you start wanting to keep.

They were never supposed to get along, let alone end up tangled on the dance floor and then locked in an kiss that changed everything. When the battle for dominance becomes a battle of hearts, who'll admit defeat first? [ MINORS DNI ] 🔞 [ MATURE CONTENT ]

"No strings attached. Are you in or out?" The words pulsed between them like a challenge. She didn't answer. She pressed her lips against his. [ MATURE CONTENT ] 🔞 [ MINORS DNI ]

[ENG] In the dazzling chaos of idol life, a fiery rivalry turns into a hidden romance between two stars who swore they'd never fall for each other. From stolen glances to secret gestures, Hoshi and Binna navigate fame, friendship, and forbidden love-proving that some connections are too genuine to stay hidden forever. !HOSHI AU! SHORT STORY!

Fate can be so cruel to someone so kind hearted, making them suffer through the worst pain. Lee Jieun, was that one victim of that cruel fate, she never thought she would have to give up her dream of being a music producer and composer. She never thought she would lose her hearing and could never hear her brother's compositions or his voice while asking her opinions on his demo versions for the songs of his group. However life has been harsh on her, but her brother Lee Jihoon, mostly known as Woozi, loved his younger sister so much, that he made sure to visit her often, just to make sure she was happy and healthy, even though he had his busy and packed schedule. She would happily cheer him up, comfort him. But was she truly happy? Was she really okay with her disability? . 'If only...I was dead in that accident...' She thought, while always putting on a tough facade to not burden everyone around her. . . The story is going to be maybe a little sad, and there will be romantic ships, but mostly Jihoon and Jieun's sibling bond more but I hope the feelings will be conveyed to the readers. Also this is fully based on my imagination, I came across a similar incident somewhere, so I thought of making maybe a short story on it. ❗

"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.

The Sexual tension between your forced fiancé who is in fact your best friends boyfriend. How in the hell will the pan out? 18+ [Story includes strong language and mature scenes. Readers discretion is advised] Cover created by; @okokbriana_ #1 in wonwoo #1 in svt #1 in Jeonghan #1 in yoonjeonghan #1 in Minghao #1 in Joshua #6 in dokyeom #6 in seungkwan #7 in seventeen #1 in Mingyu #8 in scoups #8 in jun #10 in seventeen #11 in woozi

Seungcheol discovers a mysterious box of letters in his mother's vault, all addressed to him. When curiosity peaks his interest, he reads the letters, each one stirring a whirlwind of emotions. Who wrote these letters? Why did they never reach? How come his mother possess them? Who loved him so dearly yet stayed silent?

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.