❝Stop looking at me like that. You don't get to look at me like that anymore❞ After ghosting her childhood best friend for six years, she returns to Seoul only to find Lee Heeseung exactly where she left him - except now he has a girlfriend, and she has to figure out why being near him again feels less like coming home and more like falling.

In which a shy college student meets the outgoing party boy for impromptu kissing lessons... . . (Russian translation available on @sxvcnoo profile!) . |Content Warning: Swearing, Sexual Content|

she dreads to get to school because of one name. ; high school au, tsundere!taehyung lmao » under edit » #4 in fanfiction on 171222

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 ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Hana, a doctor who saves lives, is forced into the arms of Heeseung, a merciless mafia hitman who takes them. When their worlds collide, blood and fate intertwine. Yet fate is cruel, and now she stands in front of him-a beauty in the hands of a beast, a healer trapped with a killer. 」 ══════⊹⊱≼≽⊰⊹══════ "Do you want to live?" His voice was almost a whisper now, dangerous, loaded with the weight of the question. Hana's throat felt tight, every word a struggle to force out. "I... I do..." she breathed, the words barely escaping her lips. The cold metal against her skin was the only thing she could focus on, and it was the only thing that was keeping her from losing herself completely. But she didn't give in. Not yet. Heeseung didn't move for a long time, his eyes never leaving her face. He didn't lower the gun, but his hand didn't shake, his resolve unwavering. "If you want to live," he murmured, his voice low and almost distant, "then you'll have to prove it to me, doctor." Her pulse raced, but she nodded, her gaze steady. "I'll do whatever it takes." Then, without warning, he moved toward her. His voice, low and velvety, broke the silence, his words cutting through the tension like a blade. "Then marry me."

𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛; 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴; 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝; 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 romance, drama, comedy, angst ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ The elevator doors slid shut, and Heeseung leaned back, his gaze drifting as another employee stood silently beside him. It wasn't until the lobby floor that things changed. The doors opened, and Park Yuri stepped in, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment. "Good morning." "Morning," he replied, smirking to himself, his thoughts drifting back to the previous night. The memory made his pulse quicken, and the smirk lingered. The elevator moved again, stopping at the next floor. The other employee stepped off, leaving just the two of them. Without a word, Heeseung reached for her wrist, pulling her close with a force that had her breath catching. "Come here," he murmured, his voice low. She didn't resist, kissing him back almost instantly, her fingers tangling in his shirt as his hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. Their kiss deepened, urgent, a silent exchange of everything they'd held back. A chime echoed as the elevator neared the next floor. Heeseung pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his smirk returning. "Fix your hair," he said quietly, stepping back as the doors opened. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ lee heeseung x oc ceo lee heeseung x assistant oc workers to lovers longer summary inside highest rankings: #1 enhypen #2 enhypenfanfic #1 heeseung #1 kimsunoo @enhaheart ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 - they've been enemies since high school, but fate has collided their worlds again. She's a top model: ambitious, untouchable, ruthless. He's an F1 star: unbeatable on the track, but haunted by panic attacks and past mistakes. One month. One deal. He'll be her fake boyfriend to protect her image. She'll help him survive the panic that has ruled his life. A dangerous attraction ignites-one that could destroy their carefully built careers, their reputations, and everything they've fought for. ✦ "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚?"she hissed, throwing her hands up."𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆?" His jaw tightened, eyes dark and unreadable. Then, almost violently, he closed the space between them. "𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒅𝒐! 𝑰 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐! 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕! 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆." Her chest heaved. Rage, desire, and something darker twisted inside her. She should have pushed him away. She should have left. But she didn't. He leaned dangerously close, voice low and fierce. "𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒚𝒔 𝒖𝒔..