Marriage - for some, it begins with love. For others, with nothing at all. Poom, a cheerful and kind-hearted college student, believed in love and happy endings. Up, the cold and distant CEO, believed only in business and logic. Their worlds were never meant to collide, but fate had different plans. Poom agreed to the marriage with a promise to love and care, even if the love wasn't returned. Up, on the other hand, agreed only out of duty, making it clear - he would marry, but never love. Two hearts, one full of warmth, the other frozen in silence. Would Poom's kindness melt Up's icy walls? Or would their story remain a lifeless contract, never turning into the love Poom hoped for? Only time would tell. Their story was just beginning. [ A/N : This book also contains smuts , so if you're uncomfortable you can kindly skip those chapters. This book is completely fictional. ]

when the red thread is the only source of finding your soul mate but what if you are not only connected with one person but two. not gonna spoil much here. for everyone this would be my last story about them. and thanks to all for always supporting me. the photo is not mine, the real characters have no connection with the story characters so don't mix them up. the story is mine and plz enjoy it as a fictional story and don't think of it scientifically. because my stories has no sense 🙂🙂🙂🙂

Est wanted to escape his secret crush on his brother's best friend by avoiding Chulalongkorn University until William personally made sure he ended up right there. Now, with every accidental stare, the shy freshman must face the one person whose gentle smile hides the same dangerous feelings he's been running from.

Nut and Est are in love, but Est has to get married at the age of 19. Nut isn't ready for marriage yet. Meanwhile, Est's family arranges his marriage with William. Unfortunately, Nut doesn't come to stop the wedding as he promised. So, what happens next? This story contains mature content 🔞🔞

Two families, bound by friendship for generations. Two boys, born nine years apart, raised under the same roof of wealth and expectations.

[What if middle-schooler Lee Yoohan met high-schooler Yoon Jay] An emotionally broken teenager Lee Yoohan had a chance encounter with an emotionally numb young adult Yoon Jay. This is the story of how Yoohan begin to melt Jay's freezing heart, and how Jay tried to mend Yoohan's broken one. A fanfic AU of a novel Payback by SamK set on their school day based on fujoking official art. You don't have to read the original novel before hand (but why haven't you? It's gold!) to understand the story. While this is a standalone story, there'll probably be some parallel with the original work. Original story by Samk Manhwa by Fujoking Cover by me My first story and first fanfic; English is not my first language, so forgive me in advance for any grammar mistake

A third generation chaebol, Lee Yoohan, was frustrated with life and tired of succession war. He attended an underground fighting club to pent up his stress, but woken up in a bed with a charming, imposing, and annoying bastard which happened to be the last night fighting champion, Jay. The man also happened to hear all about Yoohan's situation thanks to an embarrassing drunk outburst. Smirking suspiciously, the man offered him a deal; "I'll help you. ______________________ Another AU of Payback with role reversal, thanks to luna_cy13's idea and my obsession with bodyguard stuff these days because of kinnporsche the series. This will be way more mature and potentially darker than the school AU (duh), so...just a warning. Had no idea where the story will lead to, hahaha ______________________ Original novel by Samk Original manhwa by Fujoking

" I'm trying to kiss your lips for real " - donghwa top - kyehoon bottom - soft - posible mención de otros ships - gracias a todos por leer 🫶💕

A cold CEO raising his one-year-old son alone. A struggling actor with no family and no money. One unexpected moment-Taehyung's baby smiles only at Jungkook. And from that day, the boy who had nothing... starts becoming the baby's mamma. plot:- • Top Taehyung • Bottom Jungkook • Mpreg • Breastfeeding • Single Father Taehyung • Struggling Actor Jungkook • Baby (1 year old) • Fluff × Comfort × Healing • Slow Romance • Fate + Family Bond • CEO × Actor • Cute domestic scenes This story is a fanfiction, and all characters, situations, and events are purely fictional and created for entertainment. It is not meant to offend, harm, or disrespect anyone. If you feel uncomfortable with such themes, please feel free to skip. Thank you for reading and supporting the story. 💜 📢 [This work is original and belongs to me. I do not grant permission to anyone to translate this book to any languages.] hope you enjoy 🩷✨💌💜

Mark is a star made of broken glass-shining onstage, but dangerously close to shattering off it. After a very public breakdown, his label forces him into a secluded music retreat to recover his image, rebuild his confidence, and finish his long-overdue album. But there's a catch: his new ghostwriter isn't just talented-he's cold, cynical, and wants nothing to do with Mark's fame. Junior once lived for music. Now he writes for others, hiding in the shadows of the industry he once ruled. When he's assigned to help Mark write again, he expects diva tantrums and shallow lyrics-not a man who's drowning behind his smile. As the two clash over lyrics and late-night piano sessions, sparks ignite-first in anger, then in something neither of them are ready to name. In a house filled with silence, secrets, and sound, they begin to write something neither of them expected: each other. But the music industry doesn't forgive easily-and the past has a nasty habit of showing up right when you're ready to move on. Meanwhile, in the chaos of choreography and studio deadlines, rising producer Aou and perfectionist choreographer Boom find themselves entangled in their own high-voltage, off-limits affair-fueled by ego, desire, and the thrill of losing control. Two love stories. One record. And a final track that could either heal them... or ruin everything.