The AC died on the hottest night of summer. Felix, flushed and desperate, texted the only contact at the top of his chat: Hyunjin, the landlord's unfairly gorgeous son who lived one floor up. Two days later, alone in their stuffy apartment, Felix snapped a mirror selfie, and typed: "too slutty to send to a hookup or just slutty enough?" He hit send. Realized. Deleted in 0.8 seconds. Too late. Across the hall, Hyunjin's phone auto-saved the photo before it vanished. He stared at the screen, pulse hammering, then typed back with perfect calm: "Wrong person? I didn't see anything." He lied. That night, in the locked studio of his penthouse, Hyunjin opened a fresh canvas and began sketching Felix exactly as he'd seen him. Felix thought the message was gone. Hyunjin already had it memorized (every freckle, every shadow, every filthy promise). And he had no intention of letting the game end with one deleted photo. _Sheen Ctto : All images and photos

Four years ago, Hyunjin dared to love. Felix dared to believe him. Then he found out... he was nothing but a game. Now, Felix speaks through colors-his pain splashed across every canvas in his quiet little art gallery. Until he walks in. The boy who left a silence louder than any goodbye. The boy whose voice he thought he'd forgotten... until he hears it again: "Are you drawing me to forget me... or erase me?" And just like that-Felix forgets how to breathe. ENGLISH TRANSLATION. rankings 2 in #yongboklee - 18/6/25

Felix Lee is fine. Totally fine. (He says that a lot.) His roommate Hyunjin is tall, talented, and allergic to being normal. Between midnight noodles, chaotic art school, and a very specific breathing count, Felix learns the difference between running and staying-one line, one dot at a time.

It's been a year since Felix walked out of Hyunjin's life without warning, leaving him shattered and clinging to the pieces of a love he couldn't let go. Time has dulled the sharpest edges of heartbreak, but not the ache in his chest. Now, Felix is acting like the boy who once made Hyunjin believe in forever. Every lingering glance, every half-smile feels like a whisper from the past. But with the pull of old feelings comes the weight of old wounds... and Hyunjin can't decide if opening his heart again will lead him home... or break him beyond repair.

felix is an intern. hyunjin is a ceo. i don't mind comments and i will answer!

Where Hyunjin starts drawing a pretty stranger. model x artist au

Chan pauses, turns his head left and right to see if there's anyone within eyesight of the two of them standing in front of the elevators before he deems the coast clear and Jeongin feels a hand on his lower back before he's pulled closer to the older. His eyes close on instinct when he feels himself kissing Chan but of course the older pulls away too soon but Jeongin doesn't have the heart to whine about it when Chan is smiling at him thoughtfully. "Peaches," the older whispers as he removes his hand from Jeongin's back and takes a step back. The elevators open behind him and Chan enters it by taking steps backwards, eyes on Jeongin. "my favourite." The elevator doors close, taking Chan with it, and Jeongin can't help but scoff at how red his ears must be right now as he purses his lips and runs his tongue over the peach-flavoured lipbalm he had on. -------------------- The country's superstar sweetheart Yang Jeongin has everything anyone can ask forㅡ fame, wealth, glory, and the whole of South Korea wrapped around his finger. So when he starts to feel even a little bit of love towards Bang Chan, he does what he thinks he should and turns his back on the songwriter. The only problem is, Chan isn't willing to let Jeongin run away from him when the younger looks at him like the world can fall apart and it'll be okay as long as they're together.

Sometimes love doesn't arrive softly at the door-it collides, sudden and uninvited, like fate rewriting your life without warning. But love has strange ways of finding those who have stopped searching. It can slip into the quiet moments, appear in the shape of a smile, or linger in the gaze of someone who feels like both a stranger and something achingly familiar. It all began at a crossroads-between love and loss, healing and hurt, past and future. _Sheen Nb : All images and pictures used in this story belong to their rightful owners. Credits to the creators.

Han Jisung is a star figure skater, and Lee Minho is the captain of Seoul's ice hockey team. one day, Jisung sees Minho and can't help but watch. They soon become friends, hanging out, having fun in the rain, but Jisung falls for him. Nationals for both of them are coming up and they're stressed. How will this turn out for them? 🥇 on minsung | 12/12/24 | 🥈 on minsung | 15/12/24 | 🥇 on minsung | 16/12/24 | 🥇 on minsung | 18/12/24 | 10k reads | 18/12/24 | 15k reads | 20/12/24 | #4 on straykids | 19/12/24 | 🥇 on leeknow | 23/12/24 | 20k reads | 23/12/24 | 30k reads | 25/12/24 | 50k reads | 13/01/25 | Finished on 19/12/24 @ 11:27pm AEST

Hyunjin is the undisputed prince of the Fine Arts department: long black hair, always wearing oversized silk shirts with twenty rings, walks around campus like he's shooting a music video, and every professor already treats him like the next Korean Picasso. Felix... accidentally ended up in the same department. He originally applied for the Baking & Pastry program next door, but because of a typo in the system, he got accepted into Oil Painting instead. By the time they fixed it, the pastry course was full. So now Felix (who can barely draw a stick figure) is stuck holding a palette and a brush for an entire year, looking like a lost golden retriever in a room full of wolves. Hyunjin's first words upon seeing Felix in his sacred studio: "Who let a human loaf of milk bread in here?" Nb : Ctto for all original images