You're the flirt of campus - confident, clever, and more than a little dangerous with your smile. Sunghoon is the quiet, painfully gorgeous top student who fumbles through every social cue. When you jokingly offer to teach him how to flirt, he agrees. But the lessons stop feeling fake. And the boy who once couldn't meet your eyes starts making you forget how to speak. flirt fem!reader x quiet-but-lowkey-has rizz!park sunghoon | fake lessons to lovers | slow-burn tension turned role reversal | teasing meets tenderness | eventual smut

the rule was simple: don't fall in love with your best friend's boyfriend. but jay doesn't make it that easy. so it leaves you thinking... are some rules meant to be broken? PAIRING : bffs ex-bf!jay x y/n GENRE : SMUT = MDNI, angst, some fluff?? cheating, some cum play, choking, slight slapping, degradation, exhibitionism WC : 29.3k!!!!

Heeseung Lee goes back to his home town to visit his grandparents. He meets a girl he can't get out of his head. He's infatuated with her, that girl is you. (This book will be like a K-drama type romance, but based on a true story according to Heeseung)

𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛; 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴; 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝; 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 romance, drama, comedy, angst ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ The elevator doors slid shut, and Heeseung leaned back, his gaze drifting as another employee stood silently beside him. It wasn't until the lobby floor that things changed. The doors opened, and Park Yuri stepped in, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment. "Good morning." "Morning," he replied, smirking to himself, his thoughts drifting back to the previous night. The memory made his pulse quicken, and the smirk lingered. The elevator moved again, stopping at the next floor. The other employee stepped off, leaving just the two of them. Without a word, Heeseung reached for her wrist, pulling her close with a force that had her breath catching. "Come here," he murmured, his voice low. She didn't resist, kissing him back almost instantly, her fingers tangling in his shirt as his hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. Their kiss deepened, urgent, a silent exchange of everything they'd held back. A chime echoed as the elevator neared the next floor. Heeseung pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his smirk returning. "Fix your hair," he said quietly, stepping back as the doors opened. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ lee heeseung x oc ceo lee heeseung x assistant oc workers to lovers longer summary inside highest rankings: #1 enhypen #2 enhypenfanfic #1 heeseung #1 kimsunoo @enhaheart ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

a collection of scenarios with enhypen.

💋 Just ⋆ꫀꪀꫝꪗρꫀꪀ⋆ OneShots and short stories 💋 These are my own ideas from my own brain🥸☝🏻 💋 This is just a work of fiction 💋 No smut 💋 There will be kissing and make out scenes in most of them. So if you're not comfortable with reading such things, then don't🫶🏻 This does not represent the idols real life, it's just fan fiction. 💋 Have fun reading 🤍

❝ true love doesn't exist , just admit it ❞ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ ❙❘ ❙❙ ❘❙❚ ❙❘❙ ❙❚ ❙❘❙❘ ❙❚❙ ❘❙ ❙❚❙❘ ❙❙❘ ❙❚❙❘ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ ャﾞ- writen in malay ャﾞ- thriller , violent Ꮺ࣪˖ 𓂃. complete Ꮺ࣪˖ 𓂃. 210621 - 280621 Ꮺ࣪˖ 𓂃. ©𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧

The mirror reflected her flushed skin and slightly swollen lips-thankfully, no hickeys. "Phew! No hickeys, thank God," she sighed in relief. But the deep chuckle behind her sent a chill down her spine. "The wild one last night wasn't me, babygirl." Frozen in place, she turned sharply-only to be met with Heeseung, fresh out of the shower, a towel hanging dangerously low on his hips. Droplets of water clung to his toned abs, his damp hair falling over his forehead as he smirked at her reaction.

A single sentence was scrawled across it in neat handwriting. "You're getting closer, detective. Do you like what you see?" 26 feb 2025.

「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Hana, a doctor who saves lives, is forced into the arms of Heeseung, a merciless mafia hitman who takes them. When their worlds collide, blood and fate intertwine. Yet fate is cruel, and now she stands in front of him-a beauty in the hands of a beast, a healer trapped with a killer. 」 ══════⊹⊱≼≽⊰⊹══════ "Do you want to live?" His voice was almost a whisper now, dangerous, loaded with the weight of the question. Hana's throat felt tight, every word a struggle to force out. "I... I do..." she breathed, the words barely escaping her lips. The cold metal against her skin was the only thing she could focus on, and it was the only thing that was keeping her from losing herself completely. But she didn't give in. Not yet. Heeseung didn't move for a long time, his eyes never leaving her face. He didn't lower the gun, but his hand didn't shake, his resolve unwavering. "If you want to live," he murmured, his voice low and almost distant, "then you'll have to prove it to me, doctor." Her pulse raced, but she nodded, her gaze steady. "I'll do whatever it takes." Then, without warning, he moved toward her. His voice, low and velvety, broke the silence, his words cutting through the tension like a blade. "Then marry me."