Sunghoon raised a brow. "Something on your mind?" "Shut up." Sunghoon smirked. "Still mad about the kiss?" Heeseung's head snapped toward him. "Mad?! You..You just..Who the hell kisses someone out of nowhere?" Sunghoon tilted his head. "It shut you up, didn't it?"

"At night I think of you"

"You should be careful," Sunghoon murmured. Heeseung blinked. "Sir?" "Getting lost in your own world like that." Sunghoon pushed off the desk, stepping closer. "It's dangerous."

In where heeseungs parents sale heeseung for their 1 million dollar dept, heeseung seems like he doesn't care but he doesn't want to leave his siblings behind Sunghoon a well known alpha around most countries starts developing feelings for the omega that he took and would do anything to just protect him Heehoon because that's what my ACC stands for Started 10 April 2024 finished 20 september 2025

Sunghoon buys a new toy he wants to try. He finds the perfect oportunity when he's alone at the dorms. Unfortunately for him, Heeseung comes back early. Everything is fine except Heeseung is now acting weird around him. Sunghoon won't let it go on for long.

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝?" "𝙻𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚜..." "𝙰𝚑, 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢...𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙻𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠" Sunghoon thought he had friends, until the truth proved otherwise. Their loyalty was an act, their promises empty. He wasn always the joke, never the priority. Too proud to break in front of them, he leaves, and never returned. As the years passes, he found himself storming into a quiet café after school. There he meets Sunoo, a boy glowing with unfamiliar warmth - iced drink in hand, scribbling in a notebook like pain hasn't reached him. They speak only briefly, accidental meeting, small conversation, but it leaves a mark Sunghoon can't shake. Sunoo doesn't push, doesn't pry - he simply shares a moment of calm that feels oddly sincere. One encounter leads to another, and through Sunoo, Sunghoon is introduced to someone he swore he'd never face again: A liar. The one thing he hates most. The very thing that broke his trust. But now the liar stands before him - not a memory, but real, breathing, and disturbingly tied to the same thread of connection Sunoo had handed him without knowing. Sunghoon thought betrayal was his ending. He was wrong - it was the start.

"Is this where you arrest me?" "For what?" "Lying. Teasing. Being difficult." "None of those are crimes. At least not the kind I punish."

‼️This is a smut one-shot collection featuring ENHYPEN ships.

In Formula 1, perfection is not admired... it is demanded. As weird as it may sound... could a racer's soulmate be a florist? Heeseung has built his name on precision. " Heeseung is flawless." At least, that's what they say. On track, he moves with a precision that feels inevitable - every corner taken as if it had already been decided, every overtake clean enough to look effortless. The world watches with certainty. Cameras linger. Voices speak about him as if mistakes are things that happen to other drivers. He rarely argues with that version of himself. Under the visor, the light is dimmer. The noise softer. The space between one heartbeat and the next stretches longer than it should. There is comfort in speed- in the narrow line between control and chaos, in the way everything else disappears at three hundred kilometers per hour. But races end. Engines cool. Helmets come off. Silence returns. And in that quiet, away from the flashing lights and practiced smiles, something less certain waits. Not every crack is visible. Not every fall is loud. Some questions only surface when the track is empty. And in a sport where admiration disappears the moment results do, Heeseung begins to wonder - when the lights go out and the car slows down, who remains? Because speed can win championships. But it cannot guarantee someone will stay.

"He who is brave is free." - Lucius S. Born into bloodlines written in violence, Park Sunghoon was never given a choice, only expectations. The hidden gem of the Park mafia family, he lived behind silk curtains and locked doors, a boy shaped to be a crown rather than a person. But when he's kidnapped by Lee Heeseung, the cold, broken heir of a rival family, it doesn't spark the war everyone expected. It unearths something deeper. Heeseung should hate him. He wants to hate him. Sunghoon's father murdered the only family he ever had. And yet... this boy tied to his chair, staring back without fear, speaks with a calm that cuts deeper than any blade. He found someone just as broken. "You think you're the only one who lost someone?" "I've never even had someone." Two boys. Two legacies forged in fire. One raised as a weapon, the other born to be a puppet. "At last. Soar free Hoon-ie"