𝟎𝟐:𝟎𝟒 𝗔𝗠 ........... For Yang Jungwon, time has ceased to be a river; it is a cruel, suffocating circle. Every morning at exactly 02:04 AM, the world reconstitutes itself. It begins with the rhythmic, familiar cadence of Jay's breathing in the bunk above him-a sound that used to be his anchor, but has now become his countdown. What follows is a grueling choreography of the inevitable: the sterile glare of makeup mirrors, the phantom ache of rehearsed footwork, and the visceral, earth-shattering roar of the arena. Then comes the encore. The peak of the crescendo. The moment the universe decides it has seen enough. Whether it is the catastrophic groan of snapping stage rigging, a jagged shard of glass, or a sudden, silent failure of the heart, the result is always the same. Darkness. Silence. And then, the digital red glow of the clock resetting: 02:04 AM. Jungwon has played every card in his hand. He has sabotaged the pyrotechnics with trembling fingers, feigned illness until his throat went raw, and attempted to flee into the city streets. But the universe is a malicious editor, relentlessly rewriting the script to ensure the tragedy remains. If he avoids the stage, the asphalt claims him. If he avoids the road, the air leaves him. On the fiftieth reset, the dam finally breaks. Collapsing in the center of the darkened practice room, Jungwon screams his agony into the void, cursing a God he no longer believes in. Through the haze of his breakdown, a shadow detaches itself from the wall. Park Jong-seong-the man who should be asleep, the man who should be oblivious-approaches with a terrifying, hollow composure. He slides a bottle of water across the floor, his eyes devoid of the warmth Jungwon remembers. He doesn't offer comfort; he offers a sentence. "Only fifty, Jungwon?" Jay's voice is a dry rasp, weary from centuries lived in a single day. "Sit down. Drink. You've got a long way to go before you catch up to my thousand."

In the high-stakes world of Formula One, where milliseconds decide legacies and mistakes cost careers, Team AURUM stands untouchable. Four drivers. One championship dream. Until one race changes everything. A challenged race made on a bet sidelines a teammate indefinitely, leaving a vacant seat in the most prestigious F1 team in the world. The paddock whispers, the media speculates-and then Yang Jungwon arrives. Son of legendary racer Yang Jeongseob. Smiling. Talkative. Too cheerful for a cutthroat sport. And immediately labeled what Jay despises most: A nepo baby. "You're not here because you're good," Jay says flatly. Jungwon grins anyway. "Then I guess I'll have to prove you wrong, hyung." Assigned as Jungwon's mentor, Jay refuses to make it easy. He sees only a replacement-an echo of what he lost. But Jungwon sees something else entirely: a man carrying anger, grief, and pressure heavier than any helmet. Despite the sneers, the scrutiny, and Jay's relentless standards, Jungwon works harder than anyone on the grid-last to leave the garage, first to arrive, smile unwavering even when his hands shake. "Do you ever get tired of smiling?" "Do you ever get tired of pretending you don't care?" As races pass and tension tightens, lines blur-between mentor and rookie, rivalry and desire, grief and healing. Jay begins to notice how Jungwon's laughter fills the silence Haechan left behind. How his driving isn't inherited-but earned. And Jungwon starts realizing that beneath Jay's icy control is someone terrified of losing again. "If I fail," Jungwon whispers one night in the empty paddock, "Will you still believe I deserve this seat?" Jay exhales slowly. "Win or lose... I already do." But Formula One doesn't slow down for feelings. And loving someone in a sport built on speed means risking the hardest crash of all. Because in F1, only one can take Pole Position- and not every victory happens on the track (Been no:1 on #jaywon)

"so, this is how it feels to be flamely inlove." after being arranged for a marriage, a lot of problems greeted the newly weds-who were jay and jungwon. they knew that they weren't really the 'perfect match', but, would it be possible for them to solve all the problems and make a happy ending?

'book 1' "Be my boyfriend?" -Jungwon "I'm sorry, your what?!" -Jay Where Jungwon's ex-boyfriend transferred to their college. Jungwon still has feelings for him and asks the school's best basketball player and heartbreaker, Jay, to pretend to be his boyfriend, only to make his ex jealous, nothing more. What happens when Jungwon realizes Jay wasn't pretending?

when Yang Jungwon, the CEO's son, is stuck in an internship he never asked for, surrounded by people who actually know what they're doing, he quickly learns that corporate life isn't as easy as it looks. Jungwon now has to survive endless paperwork, corporate politics, and Jay's constant mood swings - all while his only survival strategy is being the worst intern the corporate world has ever seen. or, somewhere between the bickering, the stolen glances, and the late nights at the office, one may start to hope: could age really be just a number? JAYWON, SUNSUN fluff and smut start 150325 #1 in sunsun #7 in jaywon

"all those time I've been waiting for my freedom and want nothing else,but now that it's here why am i so sad?" Jungwon smile as he look at Jay standing in front of him,with tears falling down his cheeks "It's alright Wonie,you deserve your freedom,please go happily"Jay tells him hiding his grief deep in his heart "What's the point if you're not with me?"

"red looks beautiful on you, little prince," jongseong, the prince of the crimson kingdom, murmured, pressing the cold edge of a dagger against his husband's throat. his hand was steady, his smile cruel. he wanted nothing more than to be the one who ended the vampire's life. but jungwon only grinned - wide, defiant, dimples showing - as if the threat against his life was nothing but a game. he knew the grin infuriated the alpha. and that's exactly why he did it. "what's wrong?" jungwon taunted softly, voice like silk wrapped around a blade. "can't kill me yet?" jongseong's teeth ground together, the muscles in his jaw tight with rage. "don't be so impatient, little prince," he snarled. "your time will come. i'll make sure of that." another mocking chuckle slipped from jungwon's lips. that sound - once so precious, once a melody jongseong would have died to hear - now made his blood boil. those dimples, that softness - all lies. all things he despised now. "you're getting ahead of yourself" jungwon said lazily, voice thick with disdain. then, in a blink, his smile disappeared. his eyes - once warm, now cold as ice - darkened into something terrifying. rage. hate. a hatred so deep it seemed to echo through the empty halls. before jongseong could react, jungwon shoved him back - hard - until the werewolf was the one pinned against the wall, the dagger now turned against him. the tables had turned. the hunter had become the hunted. "you know the truth, don't you?" jungwon whispered, his breath ghosting against jongseong's skin. "you know you can't kill me." he pressed the blade harder - just enough to draw a single bead of blood. a reminder. "i will be the one to take your life," jungwon vowed, voice low and venomous. "and until that day comes..." his lips brushed jongseong's ear, words soaked in promise. "i will make your life a living hell."

Jay only values the valuable and that is money and his life but Jungwon is a different story as he values everything but money. Two lives will clash in an unexpected even and will continue to clash in an unexpected journey.

Four hearts, one storm-love, power, and redemption collide. At Yonsei High, rules are just decorations-and F4 is the reason why. Four boys born with silver spoons and sharper tongues, they rule the school with twisted charm and terrifying dominance. 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠, the untouchable leader whose word can make or break anyone. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧, the dangerously gorgeous heartbreaker. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐚𝐲, the arrogant perfectionist who sees the world beneath his feet. 𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐢-𝐊𝐢, the quietest and most ruthless of them all. Their signature? A red envelope-a symbol of public humiliation, personal destruction, and the start of a nightmare. Once you get 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝟒'𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬, there's no going back. But Yonsei's balance begins to shake when three new transfer students walk in: 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐦, charming yet commanding, with a gaze even Heeseung can't ignore. 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨, too pretty to be underestimated and too sharp to be played. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧, calm as winter, but his bite leaves a mark deeper than any scar. And then there's the fourth-𝐌𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧, still to arrive, whose name alone makes the ground shift beneath their feet. He's the missing piece to something none of them understand yet. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙁4 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩-𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙, 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚. As tension sparks between the original kings and the new game-changers, Yonsei becomes a battlefield of hidden wars, messy hearts, and shifting power. No one knows who's really in control anymore. And in a place where even friendship feels like a trap, one thing's certain: the real game has only just begun.

Jungwon looked at him then-really looked. Not the careful idol gaze, not the practiced one he wore for cameras and crowds. This was stripped bare, quiet, dangerous in its honesty. His hands were still. His voice didn't shake, which somehow made it worse. "Do you regret not ending it?" Jay felt it hit somewhere deep-below instinct, below training. Right where the mission used to live. "No," Jay said, too fast, like the truth had been pacing for days. Then he swallowed, slower now, because this part mattered. "I regret that I ever believed I could." Jungwon's breath caught. Just once. Enough. Jay stepped closer, close enough that Jungwon could feel the heat of him, the certainty. His voice dropped-not soft, not loud. Final. "I'd rather die myself," he said, "than be the man who ends you." Jungwon stared at him like he was memorizing a face he might lose. Like he already knew this was the moment everything split-before and after. And Jay knew it too. Somewhere far away, the world kept turning. But right there- Jay stopped being a weapon. And Jungwon stopped being a target. jaywon smut