Jeonghan goes to his 10 year high school reunion expecting to have a terrible time. Then he meets a really hot stranger and somehow forgets how to flirt. This is the story of him trying to flirt and failing in increasingly embarrassing ways.

"What kind of creep are you? Stalking your own cousin?" Wonwoo looks up from his phone to see a tall man, dressed in basketball shorts and a jersey, his face flushed and breath heavy. "Sorry? Are you talking to me?" Wonwoo asks, pointing at himself. "Yes! You! Stop stalking Jia. Stop stalking my girlfriend!" Wonwoo freezes, his hands gripping his phone tightly, before he lunges forward, throwing his fist right into the other boy's jaw. "Why the hell are you referring to my girlfriend as yours?"

Chaos and destruction. Two things Lee Seokmin despised more than anything. He thrived on control, on order, on things falling exactly into place. But everything unraveled the moment he laid eyes on him-his new husband. The brother of the man who was supposed to marry him. Joshua. "I know you hate pineapple, so I made sure to eat a lot. Imagine if we kissed right now... You might die," Joshua's voice was sweet, but the mischief in his eyes was undeniable as he leaned closer, his smirk dangerous. Seokmin's jaw tightened. No one could hear them, not their bickering, not their hate, and most importantly, not the way Seokmin's dead heart seemed to stir back to life. He hated chaos, but Joshua was chaos. And now, he was stuck with him. How was he supposed to navigate a life of perfect control with a husband who thrived on disorder? Would they ruin each other? Or was falling together inevitable?

"I hate you. Every second here makes me hate you more." Jeonghan spat, glaring at the polished man before him. Seungcheol's lips curled into a sinister smile, making Jeonghan gulp. "Good, because love isn't even my style, darling." Seungcheol thrust the food platter in front of Jeonghan. "Eat up; you'll need more energy to hate me." He walked away, closing the door and leaving Jeonghan in darkness once again. What worse could happen than going for a walk the night before your wedding? Jeonghan, heir to a powerful corporation, lived under the protection of his family's wealth. But everything changed when he stumbled upon a gruesome crime committed by Seungcheol, a notorious mafia leader. To keep his secret safe, Seungcheol abducted Jeonghan, dragging him into a world of darkness and danger. Trapped in Seungcheol's underground empire, Jeonghan's hatred for his captor grew, yet he couldn't ignore the twisted connection forming between them. As days turned into weeks, the lines between captor and captive blurred, and an obsessive, dark romance began to unfold. Seungcheol's ruthless nature contrasted with moments of unexpected tenderness, leaving Jeonghan torn between his desire for freedom and a growing, forbidden attraction.

When gamer Choi Seungcheol moved into his new apartment, he didn't think much about its history. Sure, it used to belong to Yoon Jeonghan, the cold, beautiful, heartless, famous artist who had "tragically died" in a car crash a month ago. The news had been everywhere, and Seungcheol remembered thinking, damn, even his funeral looked expensive. Until one rainy night at 3 a.m., someone started knocking. Seungcheol, half-asleep and armed with the nearest frying pan, opened the door and froze. Standing there was Jeonghan himself. "AAHHHHHHH YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD! I SAW YOUR FUNERAL ON TV!" Seungcheol screamed. Jeonghan crossed his arms. "Do I look dead to you?" Well... he did look pale and a little ghostly, though Seungcheol would admit, only in the "too pretty to be real" way. And the more he stared, the more Seungcheol realized the terrifying truth: Jeonghan might actually be a ghost.

Joshua is the assistant to the cold, intimidating CEO Jeonghan, who barely spares him a glance. But one drunken mistake changes everything-Joshua accidentally leaves behind a diary entry describing his very explicit thoughts about his boss. The next day, Jeonghan calls him into his office, holding the diary in his hand, and smirks: "You have quite the imagination, Mr. Hong. Care to explain?"

"You screamed like you were being murdered," Jeonghan said flatly. "I thought I was, I was being haunted," Seungcheol snapped. "There were KNOCKS." Joshua smirked. "Big scary alpha. Afraid of the dark." A blackout, a prank gone wrong, and four soaked idiots in one apartment. A contract. A lie. One year of pretending. "I need a fake fiancé." "Absolutely not." "One year." "...Define fake." "No feelings," Jeonghan warned. joshua scoffed. Bad idea. Worse decisions. And a relationship that was never supposed to feel real. What could possibly go wrong? (Cover Changed)

Seungcheol knew Jeonghan, a bit very well. It was a high school rivalry that never ended. It was dragged so bad that in the present, Seungcheol and Jeonghan even clashed in a meeting of BSK with Rose Quartz with of course an excuse. But thanks to the CEO, Boo Seungkwan, everything settled down. It was a long story to be honest and Seungcheol knew that he would recall a lot of sour memories in the following days. Because his younger brother, Choi Seokmin was going to marry Jeonghan's younger brother, Yoon Joshua. But things took a 360 degree turn when his mom revealed an unexpected proposal, for him and Jeonghan. And what will happen when an anonymous identity tries to take control of Seungcheol's life? Happy Ending

Some games are played for fun. Some for revenge. And some? Some ruin you completely. A university AU where Jeonghan and Seungcheol are enemies in a game of pride, power, and desire. The only question is-who breaks first? Soccer player Seungcheol and Basketball player Jeonghan.

His brother died in a street race. Jeonghan wants answers. When rookie journalist Yoon Jeonghan starts digging into the crash that killed his brother, all roads lead to Seungcheol-underground racer, legend, and liar. Everyone tells Jeonghan to stay away. But the deeper he gets, the more obsessed he becomes. And the more he wants the truth... Even if it destroys them both. "You should've left it alone," Seungcheol said. "Now you're next." This isn't a love story. It's a crash waiting to happen.