Park Y/N was always aware of her actions and had her thoughts organised, atleast that's what she thought until she came across Kim Mingyu again years later. This guy not only rearranged her guts but also her entire being. But would the rearrangement lead her towards good or bad or lead her into someone else's arms? Whatever it might be, one thing that she knew for sure was that - there's no going back. It's irrevocable. A Kim Mingyu fanfiction featuring Jeon Jungkook and other idols. Note : This story is entirely fictional and is meant for entertainment purposes only. Credits to the respective owners of the images and gifs used in it. I do not own any rights over the artists mentioned in this story and I do not mean to defame any real people but I do own the book. If any similarities are found, it's purely coincidental. All rights are reserved. Thank you. (It will contain mature themes)

[Bachelor Series #1] Choi Seungcheol was the kind of man who believed in loyalty. He didn't cheat, didn't entertain flings, and held firm to the idea that a man should devote himself to only one woman. His longest relationship lasted three years, and he was still going strong. But Cupid had other plans. The moment Yejin Yoo crashed into his life-quite literally, everything he believed in wavered. One look at her heart-shaped face, captivating eyes, and sultry lips, and his resolve began to crumble. All he could think about was how badly he wanted to taste those lips, to get lost in her gaze. Could he resist her pull? Could he hold back, knowing it was wrong? Or would he give in, surrendering to the overwhelming desire burning inside him? ©ciaonatachai Mature Content | Rated 18+

After Lia and S.Coups had a moment in one of Seventeen's concerts, they reunite unexpectedly in Seoul.

Hong Naeun's world is perfectly structured, but it gets shaken up when suddenly Kim Mingyu starts noticing her. Highest rankings: #1 Seventeen

Deception is Her Weapon; Vengeance is Her Cause. No mercy. "You thought you could deceive us. But in this game, baby, the rules were written by those who thrive in shadows." ⚠️ "'Look at you, little thing. I'm two sizes bigger than you. If I wrapped my hand around your throat, I could choke you,' he jeered, pressing the sharp blade even harder against her skin. 'Recycled lines, huh? You're running out of material,' she managed to retort, her voice strained from the pressure on her throat. In a sudden and abrupt motion, he threw the knife aside, his hand swiftly replacing the cold steel of the blade. And now, it was just his bare hand, a bold and strategic choice that demonstrated his confidence in his own strength. 'You really craved the sensation of my hand choking you, huh? You're enjoying this, aren't you, little slut? Feeling my grip tighten around your throat,' he snarled as he applied more force, pressing his hand deeper into her neck. 'Fuck you,' she managed to blurt out, her voice strained and raw, her eyes blurred with tears and her wounds stinging with pain. Mingyu let out a low chuckle. 'Fuck me? Yeah? Alright then,' he uttered with a smirk on his face. With deliberate movements, he reached towards her pants, his fingers moved diligently and precisely as they traced the zipper. 'You want me to fuck you right here, huh? Need an audience, kinky bitch?' he taunted, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as his fingers deftly undid the zipper of her pants. All eyes were fixated on them as Mingyu harshly began to pull her pants down, while she gasped for breath, each rasping inhale echoing in the tense silence of the room. 'Let's give them a good performance,' he replied with a smirk before loosening his grip on her neck, allowing her to gasp for air. Seizing the opportunity, he leaned in and his lips found hers, pulling her into a rough and dominating kiss.

For every step she took toward freedom, he held the chain just a little tighter. "Without hesitation, his other hand slipped inside her shirt, a single finger pressing against her lower stomach, causing her to gasp in surprise, catching her off guard. 'You're not particularly obedient, are you?' he inquired, his face drawing even closer to hers. 'Imagine my finger as a gun, pressing against your delicate skin. Would you want me to pull the trigger?' he continued, her heart racing as she feared he might hear its rapid beat. Caught off guard, she found herself unable to utter a word. His intense, dark eyes left her on the verge of tears. Every aspect of him felt overwhelmingly intense. Pressing his finger a little harder into her skin, she took a deep breath, sensing him already aware of it. 'What happened? I thought you said you speak as you please,' he mocked her. 'Don't touch me,' she finally mustered the courage to speak. Instead of releasing her, he pressed even harder, causing her to hold her breath. 'You're scared. Scared of me. And yet, you have the audacity to speak back. Weren't you taught to stay silent when someone tells you to?' he tilted his head, relishing the conflict between the fear evident in her face and the defiance in her words. 'And who are you to silence me?' she spat back, refusing to back down. In that moment, he pressed his finger even harder against her skin, eliciting a slight hiss from her at the increased pressure. 'You'll find out soon. Better start praying,' he hissed, his voice low but laced with danger. 'Don't even think about messing with my anger-I'll fucking ruin you. So keep your pretty mouth shut and listen if you know what's good for you.' 'Or else,' he mumbled, his nose almost touching hers, feeling her hold her breath. 'Bang,' he continued, mimicking a gunshot with his finger on her skin, causing her to flinch slightly." ⚠️

"I didn't ask for any of this," she says, her eyes hardening, a mix of hurt and resolve. "I didn't ask for a marriage where I had to apologize for everything, even when it wasn't my fault. I didn't ask for your indifference, your absence. You've been so busy with her --" She stops, blinking back tears, the image of Aria on his lap searing her mind. "From the beginning, I gave everything to this marriage," she continues, her voice trembling. "I loved you when you were cold, when you treated me like a contract. I forgave you when you confessed, when you said you loved me. But then you pulled away again, ran to her, and now-" She pauses, her breath hitching, her voice dropping to a whisper. "They were right. First love never fades." Warning ⚠️🔞 #choiseungcheol #seventeen #seungcheol #pain #love #hate #politics #betrayal

|COMPLETED| For as long as she could remember, Kang Haeun's world revolved solely around the Choi family. Her father was Mr. Choi's personal driver while her mother was Mrs. Choi's assistant. Even after her parents (and unfortunately the Choi's) untimely death when she was fifteen, Haeun continued to live at their state and eventually became the personal secretary of Chairman Choi, the patriarch of the family. However, the Choi she cherished the most in her life was the Chairman's grandson, Seungcheol. What started as an innocent crush soon turned into years of one sided love. In Haeun's eyes, Choi Seungcheol could do no wrong. Meanwhile, Seungcheol saw Haeun as nothing but 'the help'. When the Chairman passes away and a surprising clause in his will states that Seungcheol must marry Haeun if he wants to secure his position as the rightful heir of his grandfather's empire, they are left with no other choice but to comply to the old man's last wish. While Haeun sees this unexpected turn of events as her only chance to care for and love Seungcheol like she always dreamed of, her new husband is hell bent on making her regret every single day of their ill fated union. If Seungcheol had paid a little more attention, he would've realized that, in the end, the only one left with any regrets would be him.