the city needs some saving from a group of lethal criminals running loose. it takes some honor students, a bunch of gamers, and a rookie gang - thirteen teenagers to get the job done.

When you're dying alone, you wish for stupid things and a happy ending to your story. When you find a quiet voice that shakes you and a smile that melts your heart, you stray from where you thought you'd always be. Ultimately, we all end up somewhere; our endings either happy, or leaving us broken hearted.

How far could a person go for their loved ones? Wonwoo was about to find out. Despite the pain in his legs, he ran with all his might. He continued to hold the body in his arms tightly. The pounding in his heart grew stronger with every step. But he couldn't stop. He followed the body that was running a few steps ahead of him. Just seeing Mingyu's back was comforting to him. With Mingyu as the one to lead him, he could run until he was out of breath. When he turned to check on the bodies behind him, a loud noise echoed through the forest. They all stopped dead in their tracks at the same time. Wonwoo held on tightly to the little one in his arms as he watched the body collapse to the ground a few meters behind him. Could he hurt someone to protect his loved ones?

13 boys found themselves in a house with a murderer, but one of them is not who you think he is. Who is he? ---------------------------------------------------- *This book contains murder, gore, swearing, depression, disturbing imagery, anxiety and mentions of abuse.* *I don't not own Seventeen as they are real people with real lives*

Seung Cheol is just looking for an outlet to let loose when he discovers the boy in The Blue Rooms. With no time, or patience, to date, it seems like the perfect solution. There's no way he could fall for someone he barely spends time with...right?

This is not what you might think it is.... Group of boys...the happy moments they share... But what could go wrong? Everything changed that night... And someone...or something people among them aren't really what you think of them as... Interesting isn't it?.... (This is not a chat ff, and this is my first book, so..sorry if there's some parts where you don't like..or if I failed to express or write it well)

obsession is not that bad if the person truly loves you and obsessed with you .

"You talk like I kill for fun, Seungcheol, I'm not a villain." Jeonghan crossed his arms, the knife in his right hand glistening under the spotlight, the specs of blood all over. ❦︎❦︎❦︎❦︎❦︎❦︎❦︎❦︎❦︎❦︎❦︎❦︎❦︎ "That's the problem, maybe if you were, I'd actually be able to hate you." Seungcheol sighed, his hands running through his hair as his gaze focused on the knife. ❦︎❦︎❦︎❦︎❦︎❦︎❦︎❦︎❦︎❦︎❦︎❦︎❦︎ 𝕴𝖓 𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍, Jeonghan is a wanted criminal and Seungcheol is the detective assigned to the case. Ⓒ︎SEVENTEENTHUSIAST 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖉 - 11/11/2024 𝕰𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖉 - 10/01/2025

Jeon Wonwoo, who is so fond with ice skating since he were in middle school. His dream to become a professional figure skates seem to be impossible, his family were only a decent family from a small town in Changwon. But little did he know, his dream will soon become true once he went to the university. How and what happened to him? Stay tuned.. ⚠️contain bxb + mature 🔞 ⚠️slow update ⚠️ toxic relationship read at your own risk all of these are only a fiction Start: 10.6.2023 End: 2.5.2024

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.