Heeseung never expected to fall in love at first sight while a fire drill was going on at 8 a.m. From overdressing to impress him - to spending the festival night together - what could go wrong? OR A story about Heeseung being a simp. (p.s: DONT READ THIS. STOP.) --- ╰┈➤ started : 2 9 ⋆ 0 7 ⋆ 2 0 2 5 ╰┈➤ ended : 2 1 ⋆ 0 9 ⋆ 2 0 2 5 --- ⤷⌗1 ⋆ heejay (28/9/25)

I think I'm gonna die in this house.

" you know what Jay people like you really disgust Me" -HEESEUNG.

When two rival families collide, hate burns hotter than love - but three hearts get tangled in a dangerous game of passion, loyality, and betrayal.

He's his sin - every glance feels forbidden, every touch a confession they'll never speak. They fight like enemies, burn like lover's, and fall into eachother like it's inevitable. He's the temptation he swore to hate, but addiction ate up.

Heeseung and sunghoon is successful doctor both are popular couple in the world, heeseung and sunghoon married to each other everything was going fine until...a storm knock on their door. when Sim jaeyun entered in their life what will going to happen when everything changed between heeseung and sunghoon life.

He found dirty thoughts for his proffeser, always around him like a pet. Not knowing the proffeser is as obsessed as he is.

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

"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"