"Tell me, am I nothing more than a name on a contract for you?" Pi Hanwool never cared for romance, much less marriage. To him, power was everything, and if an engagement was the price to pay, so be it. But when he learns that Iseul isn't just any girl-or rather, a past of someone-things get complicated. Can love survive in an engagement tangled in duty, revenge, and business? Or was it never meant to begin?

In which Jeongin watches you chase after Seungmin over and over, waiting for his turn to have your heart. -- Jeongin can see how there's no crinkle beside your eyes or nose as you play your confession off, laughing with Seungmin in an oddly offbeat way. He notices how your shoulders are slumping more now than when he'd encouraged you to confess, and how your head hangs as you shuffle back over to him. "So...?" You frown, biting your lip to hold back your tears. Jeongin doesn't need any more confirmation than that to pull you into a tight hug. He caresses your head as you blink away your tears, an artificial smile on your lips. "It's fine, I just have to win him over!" He frowns but bites his tongue. You can't help who you love... And neither can he. -- Cross-posted from Tumblr (@hyunnows) This is a work of Fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination, coincidence, or used in a fictitious manner. © hyunnows 2023 copyright

"i heard you'll beat people up for money." slowly, a smile curls woo-young's lips. it stretches wide across his face, deepening the lines around his cheeks and creasing his eyes just slightly. an amused chuckle slips past his teeth as he leans back, taking a drag from his cigarette, "for the right price." "how much would i need to pay you to help me get revenge?" your question must catch woo-young off guard. he blinks, his smile faltering just barely. this time, when he studies you, it's with a smudge of curiosity. his eyes drag across every inch of your face, like he's trying to understand you, and you don't miss the way his attention lingers on the healing scab on your lips. "what kind of revenge?" he finally inquires. the corner of your mouth twitches. whether it was to form into a frown or a smile, you'll never know, "the kind that would make someone miserable for the rest of their life." heavily inspired by the glory & revenge on others