BOOK #4 He didn't walk into my life - he bled into it. Like smoke curling under locked doors, like rot blooming behind a smile. They say the Devil knocks. But Soonyoung never needed to. He found the cracks in me, the ones I sealed with silence and stitched with obedience, and whispered through them like a hymn - dark, low, addictive. He calls me little heart, like I'm something fragile he plans to keep broken. And I keep coming back, not because I'm brave - but because I've forgotten the taste of salvation. And damnation, when it wears his face, feels almost holy. ---- I never wanted heaven. Too clean. Too quiet. Give me the boy who flinches at kindness and claws at cruelty like it's the only language he knows. Give me Jihoon. My little heart with iron in his spine and rot tucked behind his ribs. He thinks he can outrun the dark - sweet thing hasn't realized I am the dark. And I've already wrapped my hands around his throat, not to hurt him - but to make sure he never leaves. He prays. I answer. Every time, in blood, in fire, in a love so sharp it cuts both ways.

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.

Chaos and destruction. Two things Lee Seokmin despised more than anything. He thrived on control, on order, on things falling exactly into place. But everything unraveled the moment he laid eyes on him-his new husband. The brother of the man who was supposed to marry him. Joshua. "I know you hate pineapple, so I made sure to eat a lot. Imagine if we kissed right now... You might die," Joshua's voice was sweet, but the mischief in his eyes was undeniable as he leaned closer, his smirk dangerous. Seokmin's jaw tightened. No one could hear them, not their bickering, not their hate, and most importantly, not the way Seokmin's dead heart seemed to stir back to life. He hated chaos, but Joshua was chaos. And now, he was stuck with him. How was he supposed to navigate a life of perfect control with a husband who thrived on disorder? Would they ruin each other? Or was falling together inevitable?

Just jeongcheol drables during the Nana tour ....

📕 Book I: First Sin (Jeongcheol) He was sent to negotiate peace. He didn't expect to fall for the devil himself. When angelic envoy Yoon Jeonghan enters the court of Nexaria - the realm of demons - he expects cruelty, not charm. But the devil prince, Choi Seungcheol, is nothing like the monster the heavens warned him about. As old wars simmer and secrets rise from the ashes, Jeonghan and Seungcheol find themselves drawn together by something deeper, older... and far more dangerous than fate. Because in this world, the first sin wasn't hatred. It was desire.

"Dino-ah, who's baby are you??" "Seokmin-ah, who's pabo are you??" "I loovee you Coups-ah~" "I changed your wallpaper with my picture instead~" All those times ever since pre-debut. How will the rest of Seventeen react when that affection suddenly disappears. No more 'who's Jeonghan's baby?~' or 'I love you, you love me too~'. After their break, coming back with their new album Teen, Age-it all started from there, what really happened during that break? Why is Seventeen's mother always on the phone or computer away from the rest of his members? Has someone stolen Jeonghan's affection from the Seventeen members? What does Jeonghan know that the rest of Seventeen doesn't? Family problems? Girlfriend? Boyfriend? New friend? Now Seventeen is trying to get back their lovely Jeonghan's affection that they took for granted. Who is this new competition? _____________________________________ ***Jeongcheol fan fiction but also includes the rest of Seventeen but family wise. Like how maknae Chan has a mother-son relationship with Jeonghan, So does the other members. #1 in Jeonghan -063019 #6 in Jeonghan -112223 #4 in Jeongcheol -112423 Start: no idea lol Fin: Aug.09.18

"What the f*ck? Did he just steal my first kiss?" Jeonghan thought. Hope you enjoy it, It's my first ever ff (I am sorry for my grammatical error and spelling mistake, English is not my first language)

Seungcheol and Jeonghan finally met after their groups disbandment. When former feelings start to surface will they take a turn for love or not?

BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.

Kabir Anand had everything planned. A perfect life. A perfect future. A perfect wedding with the girl he loved. But on the day he was supposed to say "I do"... she walked into his room- and told him she loved someone else. He let her go. He watched her run away with another man... and took the blame to protect her. But a week later- she came back. Not as his bride. But as a dead body. With his fingerprints on her. Now, Kabir isn't just heartbroken- he's the prime suspect. Assigned to the case is Detective Lucas Reed- a man who trusts evidence more than people, and truths more than emotions. To him, Kabir is just another suspect. But the deeper he digs into the case, the more things don't add up... Because Kabir Anand doesn't feel like a killer. He feels like something far more dangerous- innocent. And somewhere between accusations, late-night interrogations, and a truth no one is ready to face... lines begin to blur. Between right and wrong. Between truth and lies. Between hate... and something that feels a lot like love. --- A broken wedding. A brutal truth. And a love story no one saw coming.