Some men aren't meant to be touched. Choi San was never good at being told what he isn't meant to do. Jung Wooyoung is a ghost with an empire; no face, no name, no second gender breathed in the wrong rooms. Just WY, the untouchable mind behind Ligati, hidden for reasons that would destroy him if the wrong hands ever found the edges. Then San's hands find the edges. He came with a dead brother and a cold, sharpened grief , not for fashion, not for fame, but for the one buried truth every clue keeps pointing back to. Back to Wooyoung. So he gets close. Now it's not a hunt. Not a seduction. Not quite war. It's something with no clean name, played out in silk and silence and the specific heat of two people who know they are each other's ruin. One of them will break first. (Fashion Designer! Woo x MMA Fighter! San) AU Notes : For you all that had read this previously, I am terribly sorry, but I made a couple of changes from chapter 1 - 8, thank you!!

"𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎" "𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝?" "𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝..." ~ Soulmate AU Choi San is tired. Tired of random emotional breakdowns that aren't his. Tired of waking up at 3am because his soulmate apparently cried over a sad movie again. Tired of feeling secondhand embarrassment so powerful it nearly kills him. Then he meets Jung Wooyoung, loud, reckless, emotionally repressed, and unfortunately the most beautiful person San has ever seen. Which would be great if Wooyoung's habit of bottling up his emotions wasn't literally destroying them both. And worst of all? Wooyoung thinks this is funny.

Two enemy werewolf packs. One sacred river dividing them. And a mate bond that should have never existed. Jung Wooyoung is the beautiful omega prince of the Moon Pack delicate, elegant, and secretly cruel beneath his angelic smile. Choi San is the feared future Alpha of the brutal Raven Pack, a monster raised for war with muscles bigger than his patience. They hate each other instantly. Unfortunately, their wolves disagree. When a rare gathering forces the enemy packs together, Wooyoung and San discover they are true mates something neither of them is willing to accept. Especially Wooyoung's wolf, Pearl, who considers being bonded to a Raven wolf a personal insult from the Moon Goddess herself. Now trapped between pack politics, dangerous instincts, and a bond growing stronger by the day, Wooyoung and San are forced into each other's orbit while their wolves fall first. And if the tension between them doesn't start another war... Their feelings might.

Wooyoung doesn't want to marry another mafia's woman - not only because of the fact it's arranged or San was peacefully getting his job done when a man being chased runs into him. ------------------ I haven't really written a fic in years but I have high hopes for this one. Just don't expect a masterpiece and read with tissues nearby. Mainly Woosan, might add background couples. TW at the start of every chapter if to be added. Please give it a chance regardless of the description, I just didn't know what to write without giving more spoilers

On the brink of burnout and one disastrous tour away from losing everything, world-famous singer Choi San is desperate for a fresh start. His band is falling apart, the press is circling, and his longtime drummer has just walked out before the biggest comeback of his career. The only thing standing between San and complete collapse is finding someone who can keep up with him - on stage and off. Enter Jung Wooyoung. Chaotic, sharp-tongued, and impossibly talented, Wooyoung is a drummer no one seems to have heard of despite his undeniable genius behind the kit. Their first meeting is a disaster. Their second is worse. But when San hears Wooyoung play for the first time, something shifts. Beneath the attitude and reckless charm is a musician who understands songs the way San does - emotionally, instinctively, completely. Reluctantly, San offers him the job. What begins as a tense professional partnership slowly turns into something far more dangerous. Late-night rehearsals blur into vulnerable conversations. Shared hotel rooms, exhausting tours, and the pressure of fame force them closer than either of them intended. Wooyoung challenges San in ways no one ever has, refusing to treat him like a celebrity, while San becomes the first person to truly see beyond Wooyoung's carefully crafted walls.

«Non fumo.» «Nemmeno io.» San aggrottò la fronte. «E allora perché stai fumando?» Wooyoung inspirò lentamente il fumo, poi alzò appena le spalle. «Per avere qualcosa da distruggere lentamente.» - dove San e Wooyoung si incontrano quasi ogni giorno sul tetto.

العَازِف هُوَ الْآلَه ، وَالْآله هِي الشيطَان الَذيِ يَصرُخ بِلَحْن يَجذِب النَّاسِ إِلَى قَاع الْجَحِيم بِرَغبة كَاملةٍ وَ رِضَى تَآم وامَا جحيِمي الذِي صرخَ لي بِلحنٍ جذبني هو انتَ تشُوي سّان. سان:توب

They can't stand each other, but will that last forever.

- WS & SJ "أنانكي" بالإغريقية، تعني الحتمية..وتجسدُ في الميثولوجيا الإغريقية القَدر. كيم هونغجونغ، مغنٍ اعتاد الحرية، يُجبَر على الزواج من سونغهوا، ابن الخال الذي لطالما كرهه... والماضي بينهما ليس مجرد سوء تفاهم في بيت واحد، بين صمتٍ بارد ونظراتٌ مُشتعلة، يبدأ كل شيء من جديد. وعلى هامش القصة، فنان مغرور يصطدم بميكانيكي هادئ... وويونغ، الذي يهربُ من كل شيء، يقف أخيرًا أمام شخص لا يمكن تجاهله.. سونغهوا x هونغجونغ سان x وويونغ . لا تقرأ إن كُنت دون الثامنة عشر.