After losing the love of his life three years ago, Hongjoong vows to honor Seongie's memory by becoming a nurse, caring for the sick and elderly. Jaded by the tragic past, he resigns himself to a quiet life without attachment. Seonghwa was an extravagant playboy trying to live up to his father's expectations until a car accident ripped his life apart. Now he's confined to a wheelchair and numb to his existence. Hongjoong never expected to see Seongie's face again, especially reflected on his newest patient, and Seonghwa never expected to regain the feeling in his cold heart.

A raw and intimate journey through the years of Seonghwa and Hongjoong's relationship - from the very beginning to what once felt like the end. This isn't a perfect love story. But it is real. It's messy. It's full of insecurities, fears, doubts, and mistakes. But through every fight, every silence, every moment that could've broken them... they chose to hold on. To love harder. To hold harder. To never let go. [Set in the Hit Me Harder/Love Me Harder universe by Hwaangelic.]

Haunted by strange dreams, Hongjoong begins to question the blurry line between right and wrong. Seonghwa has the perfect life, but yearns for a muse other than his provocative boyfriend. Unfortunately, these troubled men find each other before they find themselves.

It was supposed to be a one-night thing: hot, rough and anonymous. Hongjoong didn't ask for a name and he didn't offer his. He just took the white-haired stranger home, fucked him against the door, and let him walk away like it meant nothing. That was always the rule. No ties. No morning after. But when the new semester starts and that same stranger walks into his dorm room with a fucking suitcase, a smile, and bruises Hongjoong put there, the universe makes one thing very clear: He's not just a hookup anymore. He's Hongjoong's new roommate. And his name is Park Seonghwa.

Seonghwa hasn't been this bad in a while. It was a combination of things, really, that lead to the fall. It always is. Hongjoong's deep inside of him, forcing his back to arch. "So pretty, Seonghwa," he groans, hands skimming down Seonghwa's body. The praise doesn't set him on fire the way it normally does, the coil in his abdomen feels less like arousal and more like some sort of dread. A dead weight. He screws his eyes shut. "So pretty for me, baby," Hongjoong whispers right into his ear. Seonghwa doesn't believe it for a second.