"How about instead of motorcycles, I ride something else this time?" Jeongcheol fanfic

The brutal underworld of Seoul's mafia empires, peace comes at a price no one wants to pay. Yoon Jeonghan-ethereal, untouchable, the deadly beautiful heir of the Yoon syndicate-has always been a weapon disguised as a treasure. Known for his silver tongue and razor-sharp mind, he's never bowed to anyone. Until now. To end a decade of bloodshed, the rival Choi family demands a sacrifice: Jeonghan's hand in marriage to their ruthless boss, Choi Seungcheol. Seungcheol is ice-cold power incarnate. Feared. Worshipped. Untouchable. He accepts the marriage not for love, but for control. Jeonghan is nothing more than a pretty hostage, a fragile bird to lock in a gilded cage. He'll break him if he has to. Silence him. Own him. But Jeonghan doesn't break. He fights. He teases. He seduces. He digs under Seungcheol's iron walls with every smirk, every whispered provocation, every defiant glance. What begins as hatred and contempt ignites into something far more dangerous: obsession. Seungcheol's grip tightens. "You're mine now. Mine to ruin. Mine to keep." Jeonghan smiles like an angel and whispers back, "Then ruin me, husband. But be careful-I bite." In a world of blood, betrayal, and bullets, two monsters learn that the most dangerous chain isn't made of steel... ...it's made of desire.

seungcheols last moments.. who does he want to spend it with? his ex, yoon jeonghan ⋆˚࿔ jeonghan (journalist/ death investigator) seungcheol (secret assassin) the man that broke jeonghan years ago, now drags him on a mission to track a killer, a dangerous mission. far from anyone who could help, old wounds reopen, arguments flare, and boundaries break. jeonghan wants freedom. seungcheol wants him by his side, even if it means forcing him to stay. every road, every moment, every choice pulls them closer and yet farther apart. in the end, jeonghan will figure out the truth. a truth that will ruin him forever, a truth seungcheol tried to keep away from jeonghan.

"𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒂𝒓." 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 Original Production. ©Copyrighted Chérie Valencia Grâce 2025.

𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ©𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐡é𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐆𝐫â𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓.

Jeonghan, a man in his late twenties, left his lover and life behind to chase his dreams of becoming a successful model. He achieved his dreams but after going back to his country, South Korea, for work and then facing the person he tried to forget so bad, what would happen? Seungcheol, now a CEO of a fashion brand, was left behind by whom he thought was the love of his love. And years later, he met him again in a fashion week. Will the feelings that have been buried come back or not?

Seungcheol had spent his life searching for answers buried beneath sand and time. An archaeologist by passion and obsession, he believed only in what he could prove-artifacts, inscriptions, bones that still whispered stories if he listened closely enough. Love? Destiny? Soul ties? He called them myths people told themselves to sleep better at night. But something pulled him across continents to Egypt-an ache in his chest he couldn't explain, a strange heaviness in the air that felt like someone calling his name from a place older than memory. "If the heart longs for a land it never touched, there must be someone waiting there." He never believed sayings like that. Not until the day he stepped into the silent belly of an ancient pyramid. Hidden deep inside was a tomb more beautiful, more protected, more sacred than anything he had uncovered before. The carvings shimmered softly under his torchlight, spelling a name that felt like a breath against his ear: Nefaru - the One Who Brings Harmony. Seungcheol traced the engraved letters with his fingertips, unaware that his touch was all it needed. He walked away with his notes, his sketches, his logical explanations. He never looked back. He didn't see the gold and dust stirring behind him. He didn't hear the ancient seals cracking open for the first time in three thousand years. And he didn't know that the one buried inside- a boy with eyes like dawn and a soul bound to his- was waking up. Because Seungcheol had returned. Because Nefaru had been waiting. Because destiny doesn't care if you believe in it. It believes in you. #AN Egyptian concept. #b×b #omegaverse

Book #5 of The Wrong Alpha Series! Alphas don't submit. They can't. It's a fundamental fact of life. But when Choi Seungcheol's rut turns deadly, Yoon Jeonghan has an impossible choice: Do the unthinkable and submit, or watch his best friend die. The act should have been degrading. Instead, it awakens a part of Jeonghan that shouldn't exist. Desire. Craving. Obsession. Seungcheol remembers nothing, but he knows Jeonghan is different-a bewildering, intoxicating mix of subservience and aggression. One touch could ignite a fire they can't control... and reveal the secret that would ruin them both.

When Seungcheol walks out of his wedding minutes before the vows, he never expects to end the day married to his ex-fiancée's brother. But Jeonghan isn't running from love-he's running from control. One impulsive marriage that turns into the sweetest disaster of their lives. Love wasn't in the plan-but neither was happiness this real.

He watches from the shadows. Seungcheol is a man of power, wealth, and secrets-a predator in a world where danger and desire are inseparable. Jeonghan is a renowned fashion designer, elegant, brilliant, and completely unaware that a pair of eyes follows his every movement, memorizing every gesture, every breath, every heartbeat. In the city of Milan, where lights glimmer like promises and darkness hides countless secrets, one night changes everything. A chance encounter ignites an obsession that neither distance nor danger can contain. But some loves are too intense, too consuming, and some desires come at a price. This is a story of slow-burning obsession, forbidden longing, and a love that cannot survive the shadows it was born in. Beautiful. Painful. Inevitable. Will obsession turn into salvation-or destruction?