Jealousy is one hell of a drug. He can't resist the addiction. It gets stronger as time goes by. Because all that defines him is being the centerfield of ones vision. Except that attention is no longer his. And he doesn't know how much longer he can go without taking it. •🐍• *I've been updating this book so inconsistently I apologize in advance*

All he does is give, give, and give... until there's nothing else to be taken. Not even for himself. Giving is all he's ever known.... so is it too late for him to finally receive? ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ Includes sensitive topics such as self harm, bullying, eating disorders, etc. Started: 11/23/2023 Finished: 05/06/2024 7k reads: 06/15/2024 8k reads: 07/07/2024 (tysm ^_^) 9k reads: 07/26/2024 (OMG?!? TYTYTY!!) 10k reads: 08/13/2024 (I will cry I appreciate every one of my readers tysm <3) 11k reads: 09/03/2024 (I love all of you thank you <3) 12k reads: 09/21/2024 (ermmm hello??? Is this real I can't believe it) 13k reads: 10/19/2024 (I'll cry tysm :( <3) 14k reads: 11/09/2024 (what is happening I love yall) 15k reads: 12/02/2024 (🥹) 16k reads: 12/29/2024 (holy crap)

"Pull the trigger, Detective. Months and months of playing with your head, this will be where you snap." The voice was smooth, edges coiled in the same cold stoicism it had carried since day one. Chan exhaled shakily, swallowing hard enough that his throat burned. "I can't do it." The words rushed out too fast, jaw ticking as his arm stayed locked in place. Minho's smirk curved, slow and delicious. "I have done nothing to you in order for you to not be able to shoot me." Ghost stepped forward, deliberately pressing his chest against the barrel of the gun, rainwater trailing down strands of blonde hair. "I am not the reason you have lost your head, Chris." Chan shoved the gun harder into his chest, breath stuttering. Don't listen to him. Don't listen to him. Don't fucking listen to him. After all this time, he had been too stupid. "You could kill me if you want," Minho continued calmly, "But we both know that you are too attached to me to go through with it. Your mind is mine. You'll think of me even after I am dead. I curated you into this corruption. I will be the mistake you never stop making. The thought you will not be able to control." His eyes gleamed, rain mixing with something darker. "Ironic, isn't it?" he murmured. "That your mind ended up belonging a serial killer. When you are a figure of jurisdiction." He leaned closer, voice dropping to a whisper. "And the cruelest part?" "Is that it is not just your mind that I own, it is your heart too."

Felix and Hyunjin are inseparable best friends-maybe a little too close. But Hyunjin has a girlfriend, who's overprotective and controlling, while Felix is secretly in love with him.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙝𝙤. 𝙄 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪." -𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝗔 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗹 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲. Inspector Lee Minho thought he was prepared. Trained, armed and burning with a personal vendetta, he set out to bring down Bang Chan- the city's most ruthless mafia leader. But this wasn't just a mission. This was something personal. But Bang Chan? Bang Chan doesn't run. He waits. Watches. Obsessively. And when Minho finally crosses the line, Chan doesn't flinch- he smiles. Because he's been waiting for this. For him. Minho isn't captured. He's claimed. Twisted into a game of dominance and desire, where bullets mean nothing and glances cut deeper than knives. Now, trapped in the arms of the very man he swore to destroy, Minho is forced to confront a terrifying truth: The enemy knows him better than anyone ever has. And worse? He likes it. "𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩." -𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙝𝙤 -𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗔𝗨 Started on 01st Feb 2025 Ended on 08th Apr 2025 Best Ranking: #1 Minchan on 11th Mar 2025 #1 Banginho on 24th Apr 2025 #2 skz on 26th Apr 2025 #2 criminal on 11th May 2025 #4

"if you think this was personal," he said quietly. "it wasn't." you laughed, soft and bitter. "oh, that's supposed to help? wow. thanks, seungmin. i definitely don't feel insane for thinking you were lying to chris for me." you leaned in, fists bunching his shirt. "you're cold and evil, got it? such an arrogant prick. for a second i wanted to jump over that table and strangle you when i realized you were faking it. but that's what you do, right? pretend to be decent so no one sees what you actually are." he swallowed, eyes flicking to your lips before snapping back up. "get off me." "make me." the silence that followed was dangerous. your breathing roared in your ears as everything hit at once, your thighs tight at his sides, his thumbs brushing the inside of your wrists, his legs pinned beneath you, heat bleeding through the thin fabric between you. shit, this wasn't how you wanted it to go. ₊ ˚. 🕯️ ⊹₊ ⋆ A group of young people. Every heard of them? Probably not. Their name is The Movement... and they sure as hell will switch over your innocent imaginations of life. especially in the middle of war...

"And? What else can we do? Use chemical warfare and freeze the things nuclear reactor?" "I don't know- but we have all of the weapons at our disposal we oughta utilize them!" The two arguing politicians looked to the scientist. "Hyunjin. You probably know more about the creature than any of us. What do you think?" Hyunjin took a moment to lean back in his chair and drum his fingers against the wooden tabletop. The lollipop clacked against his teeth as he dragged it out past his lips. "I think that mankind scares me more than Gojira." Or Molecular Biologist Hyunjin's life and career are put in jeopardy when a monster breaches the shoreline, and he is put in a task force to discover a way to deal with the creature once and for all before all of Japan is destroyed.

The room was thick with smoke, dim red light slicing through the haze, and the faint scent of expensive perfume and something more primal hanging in the air. Lee Know stepped out, every movement deliberate, every muscle taut, his bare feet gliding over the floor like liquid fire. The mask hid his eyes, but not the heat, the danger, the magnetism that pulled every gaze in the room toward him. No one moved. No one breathed. Not yet. He danced, slow and teasing at first, a predator playing with its prey, then faster, sharper, every movement daring, provocative. The tension was electric, almost unbearable-desire and control colliding in a rhythm that wasn't just music, it was war. Somewhere in the shadows, eyes followed, heartbeats racing, unable to look away, unable to resist. A whisper of a thought: he wasn't just performing. He was hunting. And when the dance ended, when the mask finally came off, and he stepped closer... the consequences would be nothing short of consuming. Lee Know had mastered one rule: he gave just enough to ignite the fire, but never enough to quench it. And tonight, someone new would learn how dangerous that hunger could be. It was His game to play. Minsung, Hyunlix It's not real, all fiction!

If you are here mind that there 2 book before this part and you may better check that out : "Rewrite our stars" (Part 1) and "The Ashes remember us" (Part 2). Five years later, the world had changed - just enough to pretend everything was fine. Felix Lee stood beneath the light of a towering stage, dancing with grace that carved silence out of breath. The audience cheered, his name filled theatres across continents, and interviews painted him as a dreamer who turned grief into gold. They didn't know what he had truly lost - they never would. He became the man his father wanted him to be, only without the chains. He ran the empire now, but danced through it like smoke. He never married. Never promised. His mother stopped asking. Deep down, she understood what that hollow space in his chest was shaped like. And Felix still walked, alone, into that quiet university gallery - the one where Hyunjin's paintings still hung, timeless and bruised. They hadn't aged. But Felix had. No one had seen Hyunjin or Bang Chan in years. No articles. No whispers. They vanished without noise, swallowed by the night like old sins, like broken stars. Some said they died. Others said they escaped. But Felix and Han never said anything. Not out loud. They knew. They just... didn't know when. Because somewhere out there - maybe in a shadowed city or beneath another name - two men who once burned everything down were still watching. Still breathing. Waiting for the storm to pass. The world moved on. But their story hadn't ended. Not yet. The book is pure fiction!

The first part is - "Rewrite our Stars", so check that one firstly before jumping here. The new life, he earned it. He wanted it like a hungry wolf seeking for his heart to be loved. The reborn life made his life not easy at all, he is different but the same heart is beating for the one and only person there. Felix Lee. What if Felix won't remember him at all? Or is he that same Felix at all? Fears and pain is a part of Hyunjin's life in this new world for him. Past life will haunt him but also save him so many times...