"E-excuse me... can you please help me?" The words come out small. Shaky. Pathetic enough to make Kim Mingyu stop walking. The owner of the Grand Nyxaris cruise ship slowly turns toward the trembling stranger standing near the edge of the moonlit deck, dark waves crashing violently beneath them while cold wind tears through the silence between them. Pretty. That is Mingyu's first thought. The stranger clutches the railing tightly, dressed in clothes far too expensive for an ordinary passenger yet wearing an expression that looks completely lost aboard a ship filled with predators. Mingyu approaches carefully. "And why," he asks amusedly, "would I help you?" The man hesitates before answering quietly, "Someone followed me onto the ship." Fear flickers across his face so convincingly that even Mingyu almost believes it, almost. Mingyu's eyes drag over him once more. Elegant posture. Sharp eyes hidden beneath panic. Hands too steady for someone supposedly terrified. Interesting. "And your designation?" Mingyu asks casually. The stranger freezes for half a second. "Alpha," he answers. Mingyu lets out a quiet scoff. An alpha. Looking this helpless? How embarrassing. Still, before Mingyu can walk away, the stranger suddenly reaches for his wrist with surprising desperation. "Please," he whispers again, softer this time. "I just need somewhere safe to stay for tonight." Mingyu sighs. "Name?" "Jeon Wonwoo." The stranger replies. Something shifts in the air between them, not enough to alarm Mingyu, just enough to make him curious, and Kim Mingyu has always had a weakness for dangerous things pretending to be harmless.

BOOK #1 I grew up surrounded by beautiful things. Rare paintings, vintage wine, tailored suits, priceless architecture-my father collected them the way other men collected memories. When you're born into that kind of world, you learn very quickly that everything has a price, and everything can belong to you... if you want it badly enough. And I have always had a weakness for obsessions. When something catches my interest, I don't let it go easily. Books, music, chess, people-once they become fascinating, I study them, circle them, learn every quiet detail until they feel like something I could hold in the palm of my hand. Most of my obsessions eventually fade. This one didn't. It started on a night wrapped in velvet shadows and candlelight, beneath the glittering chandeliers of Red Ruby Hall. A masquerade, they called it-a place where names disappear behind masks and secrets move freely through the room. That was the night I saw him. The man who walked into a room full of power and wealth looking like he belonged to none of it. The architect with steady eyes and quiet confidence, standing among people who had been born into privilege he never asked for. He fascinated me immediately. And fascination, when it comes to me, rarely stays harmless. He believes he met me once that night. He believes we shared a single dance, a single kiss, and a single midnight before I disappeared back into the crowd like a ghost. What he doesn't know is that the story didn't end there. Because if I want something... I get it. And right now, the only thing I want is him. Even if it means becoming two different men just to keep him close.

This book is a collection of Minwon oneshots filled with fluff, angst, chaos, comfort, smut, and everything in between.

Jeon Wonwoo has spent his entire life being protected from consequences. As the heir to one of the most powerful corporations in the country, he grew up surrounded by marble floors, armed security, and a last name that does most of the talking for him. Assistants clear his schedule. Executives tolerate his attitude. A personal bodyguard shadows his every step. Privilege is not something Wonwoo questions. It is something he expects. Spoiled, sharp-tongued, and dangerously bored, he has mastered the art of looking untouchable. Meetings are endured, not respected. Responsibility is postponed. Authority is inherited, not earned. When pressured, he pushes back. When warned, he laughs. He has never needed to take anything seriously. Until his father gives him an ultimatum. Prove he is capable of leading the empire one day-or lose the luxuries that define his life. For the first time, the silk-lined world Wonwoo lives in feels conditional. The penthouse. The cars. The endless credit. Even the constant presence of his bodyguard, a silent reminder that danger exists but has never quite reached him. Suddenly, expectations aren't theoretical. They are immediate. And the task placed in front of him forces him to step into a corporate war he has only ever observed from a safe distance. Across the table stands a self-made CEO who built his company from nothing. No inheritance. No protective shield. No safety net. Every contract signed was fought for. Every inch of success earned. He despises entitlement. He despises weakness. And he sees Wonwoo as both.

Wonwoo grew up an orphan and learned early that survival required compromise. Now in his early twenties, he lives under the roof of his uncle, a man with deep, festering ties to the criminal underworld. The arrangement is simple and cruel, obedience in exchange for safety. Wonwoo endures it not for himself, but for Chan, his younger brother, the one he raised with hands that learned tenderness before they learned how to kill. Chan is grown now, but to Wonwoo he will always be the fragile center of his world, the reason he swallows his pride and sharpens his smile. When his uncle is ready to make a power grab, he gives Wonwoo an assignment that feels more like a sentence. Kim Mingyu. A rival figure. Untouchable. Stone-cold. A man known for discipline, restraint, and violence measured in silence. Wonwoo is ordered to do what he does best: seduce, destabilize, dismantle. Bring Mingyu to his knees, not for love, not even for death, but so Wonwoo's uncle can strip him of power and rise on the wreckage. Refusal is not an option. The alternative is Chan. Wonwoo steps into the role effortlessly, heels sharp against marble, tongue sharper still. He knows how men look at him. He knows how to let them believe they're in control. But Mingyu doesn't look like the others. He watches. He waits. He doesn't reach. And that makes everything dangerous. What begins as calculated flirtation turns into something unmanageable: quiet conversations, shared silences, trust earned instead of stolen. Mingyu doesn't fall for Wonwoo's beauty, he falls for his precision, his intelligence, the way he never begs and never lies outright. Wonwoo, who has survived by never wanting too much, finds himself wanting everything. And love, it turns out, is far more treacherous than seduction.

BOOK #2 "He says I scare him sometimes. But how do I explain that the only thing that ever scared me... was the thought of losing him? I watch him even when he doesn't know. I memorize the way he smiles, the way his voice lilts when he's being sarcastic, and the way he curls into silence when he's hurting. He calls it obsession. I call it love - twisted, but mine." --- "They say protectiveness is sweet. But Seokmin? He guards me like I'm something sacred and dangerous at the same time. I don't know whether to run from him or into his arms. But I do know one thing - in this world, he's my chaos, my safety, my storm. And I think I love him for that... even when I shouldn't." Most people know Lee Seokmin as the rude one. The monster. A glare that could pierce through your soul. But there's a side of him he's kept hidden - the part shaped by pain, loss, and a vow to never let the people he loves slip away. Especially not Joshua. Hong Jisoo - or Joshua, as he prefers - is calm, classy, and sassy when provoked. He's dealt with enough of life's mess to build a fortress of poise around himself. But then came Seokmin: loud, protective, maddeningly devoted. And terrifyingly in love. As shadows from the past resurface and people begin to connect the dots of fate, Joshua and Seokmin find themselves tangled in a love that burns too hot to hold - but too precious to lose. Because in the end, love isn't always gentle. Sometimes, it watches from the dark. Sometimes, it follows. Sometimes, it's the shadow you never asked for... but always needed. TW ⚠️: Contains lots of violence, swearing and harmful topics. Book #2 of the Fate series

(On hold) Leader.exe: My pet cockroach ran away!! Minghaoed: Why does unc have a pet cockroach?!?! 🥀 Bombastic_side_eye: Sorry hyung!!! Hoshi hyung ate him HoRaNgHaE: he was v tasty hyung, thanks for the snack!! 😋 . . . . . What happens when Chan adds perfectly normal (says who) 12 adults into a groupchat?? P.S. please note that this book does indeed contain bxb seventeen ships (gayventeen), this is also different from my other works because I wanted to try something new.

Some people spend their whole lives searching for a love that feels like destiny. For Yoon Jeonghan and Choi Seungcheol, destiny arrives the moment their eyes meet-swift, breathtaking, and utterly undeniable. It is the kind of connection that makes the world fall quiet, the kind that feels too rare to be real. But timing is cruel, and reality does not bend for hearts, no matter how deeply they ache. Caught between longing and circumstance, Jeonghan and Seungcheol find themselves living in the shadow of a love they cannot claim, both convinced that true love exists-just not for them, not together. Yet fate is never finished writing. Through sorrow, distance, and missed chances, their story unfolds like a song-achingly beautiful, haunting in its sadness, and luminous with hope. Because sometimes, the most enchanted love stories are not the ones that begin easily, but the ones that fight to exist, even when the world says they cannot.

Crown Prince Kim Mingyu was ready to marry the perfect princess - gentle, obedient, and a flawless political match. But days before the wedding, Princess Jeon Eunah vanishes without a trace, leaving behind only a scandal and a kingdom's panic. The solution? Replace her with her older brother, Prince Jeon Wonwoo. At first glance, Wonwoo is everything Mingyu expected - soft-spoken, delicate, and far too pretty for his own good. Mingyu assumes he'll be easy to control... maybe even a little useful for running errands and keeping out of the way. But the "sweet" prince isn't sweet at all. Underneath that angelic smile is a sharp-tongued, unapologetically bratty royal who flips the script - making Mingyu fetch tea, polish crowns, and carry his load. Now the soon-to-be King of Solhaven finds himself hopelessly tangled in a marriage that's equal parts political disaster, royal power struggle, and slow-burning attraction. Because somewhere between the petty arguments, midnight demands, and stolen glances... Prince Wonwoo is stealing more than Mingyu's authority - he's stealing his heart.