A wrong number text leads to late night talks, stolen fries, and a hidden idol. From strangers to soulmates, Ara and Minho prove that love persists through burnt scones and the chaos of fame.

Jisung was loud, messy, and full of feeling. Minho wasn't. Thrown together by a last-minute housing assignment, they became reluctant roommates - sharing a too-small apartment, late-night snacks, and more tension than either of them knew how to name. Minho didn't believe in love. Jisung believed in it too much. Somewhere between shared playlists, late-night deep talks, sharing ramen at 3 am and quiet mornings, they started to fall - but only one of them admitted it. "You're my roommate," Minho told him. "Not my boyfriend." So Jisung left. No note. No goodbye. Just silence. And Minho? He didn't realize what he lost until it was too late. But when Jisung returns, months later - stronger, colder, harder to read - Minho finds himself standing at the edge of something he's not sure he deserves to feel. This time, if he wants him back... he'll have to mean every word. rankings; #3 in yongboklee 23/6/25 #3 in leefelixyongbok 23/5/25

College AU Sex tutoring you say? Never heard of it. But Jisung has. So what happens when Jisung just came out and doesn't know anything about sex, feelings or relationships? [Completed] Start: 24/02/2026 Editing: 14/04/2026 - 27/04/2025 End: 5/06/2026 fanart credits to rightful owner

Y/n has always lived in an abusive household, however when she comes across eight strange boys on the street, saves one of their lives, and is taken in to be their full time doctor, will things finally change for the better? Will she be finally safe from all that abuse?

❝ Are you sitting on the F5 key? Because your ass is refreshing. ❞ 𐙚⋆.˚ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 he was definitely a bad idea. So obviously, she texted him. The real problem? He answered.

She was the calm he didn't know he needed. Trigger warning: Mentions of sexual coercion and non-consensual experiences, mental illness, body image struggles, fan service, drugs, and addiction. This story is a work of fiction. The characters have no connection to real people.

You never expected your tattoo shop to become someone's escape - especially not his. You don't know who he really is yet... only that your life seems to change every time the bell above your door rings. In the in-between spaces of borrowed rooms, late nights, and quiet mornings, two people found comfort in each other when they needed it most. And somewhere along the way, what started as inconvenience turned into something undeniably fortunate. [A song that has the vibe of this book: Hero - Meego]

Y/N never expected her trainee days as a rookie makeup artist to collide with the spotlight. Assigned to assist Stray Kids at her first music show, she finds herself face-to-face with Jeongin: the boy who feels strangely familiar, though neither says a word. As days pass, her quiet determination catches the eye of her mentors, and even JYP himself takes notice. But when he learns of her struggles, a simple offer of help places her in the very dorms she never imagined stepping into: one mistake leading her straight into Stray Kids' world. Childhood memories resurface, secrets unravel, and a long-lost bond flickers back to life. Sometimes the wrong door leads you back to the right person. --- #1 : #straykids #1 : #hwanghyunjin

You meet him in an art gallery - quiet, shy, drawn to the same painting. What starts as small talk becomes something softer: coffee by the Han River, shared brushes and clay, laughter that lingers. He's Hwang Hyunjin - famous, gentle, hiding behind the noise - and you're the one who makes the world quiet again. A slowburn about art, tenderness, and finding peace in someone who sees you the way you see color. If you love hyunjin, slowburn and are a hopeless romantic, this is for you. [A song that has the vibe of this book: brooklyn baby - lana del rey]

You run a quiet, plant-filled bakery in Seoul, pouring yourself into every pastry. Then he starts coming every day. Felix. Gentle, persistent, bringing flowers and warmth. As you share quiet moments and subtle glances, a slow-burning connection grows-if only you knew what he's hiding.