"they say ballerinas die twice - once when they take their final bow, and once when the world they danced for disappears." kim sunoo died the first time at sixteen, under the harsh white lights of a hospital ceiling he would never see again, after the accident that took his parents, his sight, and the stage he had spent his entire life chasing. years passed by, but sunoo lived in a world that felt frozen in the moment he lost everything, forced to listen as life continued moving forward without him. until a voice appeared. a presence that stayed even when sunoo gave him every reason to leave.

When Jay suddenly "dies," on the day of their wedding Jungwon's world falls apart-until a mysterious man named Jae Yun appears, stirring hope and suspicion. Secrets unravel, hearts clash, and love is tested beyond limits. Can Jungwon uncover the truth and reclaim the love he thought was lost forever?

No one speaks to him. No one dares to. Locked away in the psychiatric hospital, Heeseung is a walking nightmare-silent, calculating, and burdened with a past that remains a mystery. The doctors whisper about him in hushed voices, and the nurses refuse to meet his gaze. No one knows what truly happened, but they know one thing: he is dangerous. Then comes the new psychologist, Sim Jake. Young, ambitious, and unaware of the unspoken rules, he takes the case no one else will. He wants to understand the man everyone fears. He wants to know the truth. But some mysteries are better left unsolved. Did he succeed in breaking through the criminal's silence? Or did he, too, become just another story whispered behind closed doors?

Jay, a cold and ruthless CEO, has built his life around discipline and control. His world revolves around work and his son, Taesan-a quiet, withdrawn child suffering from severe social anxiety. Despite Jay's efforts, no therapist has been able to break through Taesan's walls. But everything changes when Taesan accidentally bumps into Jungwon, a young and vibrant child psychologist. Unlike with anyone else, Taesan doesn't shy away from Jungwon's touch, nor does he hesitate to respond to him. Jay's father, witnessing this rare interaction, sees an opportunity-one that Jay initially refuses to accept. Forced by his father's ultimatum, Jay finds himself trapped in an unexpected deal: a contract marriage with Jungwon. His only goal? To help Taesan recover and reintegrate into the world. But as Jungwon's warmth seeps into their cold home, lines start to blur. Taesan isn't the only one changing-Jay, too, finds his heart softening, drawn to the man he was never supposed to fall for. But can love bloom in a marriage built on a contract? And when the deal is over, will Jungwon stay, or will he walk away with the heart he never intended to steal?

a short jaywon story wherein law student, park jongseong meets yang jungwon- a patient diagnosed with congestive heart failure. -- "this time, i'm set on finding solace- because clearly, it's not here" - heavy angst. ‼️ please read at your own risk ‼️

in which jake's gray, colorless life slowly gains color because of a red haired extrovert with too many maltesers that won't stop bothering him.

"red looks beautiful on you, little prince," jongseong, the prince of the crimson kingdom, murmured, pressing the cold edge of a dagger against his husband's throat. his hand was steady, his smile cruel. he wanted nothing more than to be the one who ended the vampire's life. but jungwon only grinned - wide, defiant, dimples showing - as if the threat against his life was nothing but a game. he knew the grin infuriated the alpha. and that's exactly why he did it. "what's wrong?" jungwon taunted softly, voice like silk wrapped around a blade. "can't kill me yet?" jongseong's teeth ground together, the muscles in his jaw tight with rage. "don't be so impatient, little prince," he snarled. "your time will come. i'll make sure of that." another mocking chuckle slipped from jungwon's lips. that sound - once so precious, once a melody jongseong would have died to hear - now made his blood boil. those dimples, that softness - all lies. all things he despised now. "you're getting ahead of yourself" jungwon said lazily, voice thick with disdain. then, in a blink, his smile disappeared. his eyes - once warm, now cold as ice - darkened into something terrifying. rage. hate. a hatred so deep it seemed to echo through the empty halls. before jongseong could react, jungwon shoved him back - hard - until the werewolf was the one pinned against the wall, the dagger now turned against him. the tables had turned. the hunter had become the hunted. "you know the truth, don't you?" jungwon whispered, his breath ghosting against jongseong's skin. "you know you can't kill me." he pressed the blade harder - just enough to draw a single bead of blood. a reminder. "i will be the one to take your life," jungwon vowed, voice low and venomous. "and until that day comes..." his lips brushed jongseong's ear, words soaked in promise. "i will make your life a living hell."

in which a smoker and an asthma sufferer cannot stand each other.

in which two drunk strangers decide to get married.

in which a flirty devil becomes park jongseong's personal hell.