Written in ENGLISH 🇺🇸🇬🇧 ♡ ᪲᪲᪲ "Myth says if we stand under the mistletoe, we have to kiss for good luck!" "What on earthㅡ" 𖹭.ᐟ ㅡ [𝐁𝐋 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 | 𝐒𝐞𝐦𝐢-𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞] All chapters written by Jia © chokoobites

How far will you go to expose the truth... before it consumes you?' Kim Woonhak has spent years chasing corruption, but Han Taesan is unlike any target he's faced before. A powerful businessman with an untouchable reputation, Taesan is a master of manipulation-every scandal wiped clean, every accusation turned into nothing but noise. Woonhak is determined to expose him, to prove to the world that Taesan is the monster hiding behind his tailored suits and sharp smiles. But no matter how much he digs, the truth remains just out of reach. And Taesan? He watches Woonhak with amusement, as if entertained by his persistence. contains smut and explicit words (i beg you pls do not interact if it pisses you off)

Woonhak was infatuated. Taesan was devoted. What could possibly happen? (please note that credits for chapter 1 go to @jenosmuscless on ao3 but i decided to continue it because they disappeared </3)

(BoyNextDoor Taesan x Woonhak) After the sudden death of his father, Woonhak's whole life breaks apart. Forced to leave his hometown Busan behind, he moves to Seoul with his emotionally distant mother after she remarries into the wealthy Han family, a family that looks picture perfect on the outside and hollow underneath. There, he meets Han Dongmin, a cold, reckless boy who wants nothing to do with his new brother. ~×🖤×~ ~ Chaebol/High-School AU ~ English ~ Hurt&Fluff♡ ~ Side ships: Myungnyangz&Leerionz ~ Total word count: / Started: 29/03/2026 Published: 30/05/2026 (11:29 am) Finished: / Highest rankings: #1 sanhakwe (01/06/26) #1 sanhak (01/06/26) #1 dongmin (04/06/26) #2 bnd (04/06/26) #1 sungho (10/06/26) #1 riwoo (10/06/26) #1 woonhak (15/08/26)

Leehan and Woonhak were friends once. Back in high school, before careless words and crossed lines twisted things bitter. Woonhak was too blunt, and Leehan was too soft. And somewhere in between, things fell apart. Now all they do is bicker. Yet they're still stuck in the same circle. Still seeing each other. Still pretending to hate each other. Because pretending's easier, right? ˚ ｡ ˖ ݁ 🕶️ ݁ ˖ ｡ ˚ Started: 3/5/26 Published: 4/24/26 Finished: / ˚ ｡ ˖ ݁ 🕶️ ݁ ˖ ｡ ˚ Leehan x Woonhak

Chan finally broke up with his horrible ex, and Changbin is trying to help him get over it. Changbin sleeps in the same bed as Chan, but that's just because it helps Chan get to sleep. They are fine with this unusual closeness, until Chan loses his filter after a few too many drinks and pours his heart out for Changbin.

Just some One-Shots for Minjoong/Hongi, because I love them so much ^^ I do all kinds of One-Shots.. angst, fluff, smut, little space.. Requests are open right now~ !!English is not my first language, so please tell me if I made a mistake or something :)

Euijoo is terribly, painfully, agonizingly in love with his 02-liner bandmate Nicholas. A holiday trip to Nicholas's home is definitely a bad idea. Getting caught watching Nichojoo edits is worse. "Why are you watching that?" Nicholas asks. "Fans ship us," Euijoo says quickly. "They think we're in love or something---" "Don't be stupid. That's ridiculous." The trip ends. Nicholas rethinks his words; Euijoo doesn't. --------------- 18+ Implied sexual content

In a world where magic awakens only when you find your muse, most people live untouched by enchantment. But for artists, especially idols, muse magic can unlock strange, beautiful abilities... or dangerous, unpredictable curses. Woonhak, a rising composer and Producer known for dreamy melodies and viral love songs, doesn't believe he's found his muse. Not yet. That is, until he's assigned to write for Taesan-the aloof, gorgeous idol with a reputation as cold and distant as moonlight. But Taesan hides a secret; he was cursed. Whenever he feels love, or worse, is loved, he turns into a fluffy black cat. He's kept it secret. Avoided affection. Avoided... feeling. But Woonhak made that harder with every lyric he wrote, every smirk he tossed over the piano, every casual, too-genuine word.