𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗡𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗖 ━━ hide and seek from spheres that creep in which kang jina, class 3-2's sunbeam, tries to not fall for the quiet boxer who sits behind her in class. especially when they're fighting for their lives trying to eliminate spheres. 𝐎𝐑 in which im dabin, class 3-2's athlete, would do anything for the pretty ballerina who sits in front of him in class. even when they're at war and his life is permanently in danger. ❪ fem!oc 𝘅 male!oc ❫ ❪ duty after school ❫ ━ on hold. © mmoekk | 2024 cover by ykkhao

❝ 𝙈𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙧, 가련한 여인이여 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙙, 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 ❞ This tale is about a puppeteer and a manipulator. The problem is not who would trick the other first but rather, who would fall harder first? - "Noelle, what do you think of Luka?" "Does someone have a crushh??" 𝕟𝕠𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕖 had remembered those familiar unkempt yet perfect blonde curls from the day she went to the pool. His eyes lazily moving with each line of his book, from that day on, she knew there was something different about him. - Life had not always been the same for Noelle ever since her guardian placed her in the Anakt Gardens to prepare for the upcoming ALIEN STAGE competition. In a world where beauty is a weapon and singing is a battlefield, the audience demands devotion. - ❝ 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚 - 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡. ❞ ── ⭑ ☆ ⭑ ── The 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻 teaches the puppeteer how to 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞. The 𝓹𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓻 teaches the manipulator how to 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. Will the two 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻-𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼 meet their fate of a tragedy or an undying affection? ♡ ₊˚‧꒰ 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕪, 𝕒𝕦𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕪 ꒱ ♡ ₊˚‧

──── ୨୧ ──── ໒⠀ ❝ 𝓌𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘰𝘧𝘧-𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴? ❞⠀ ⠀─── ა ྀིྀི ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ♡ ⠀ ʾʿ ⠀ nam eura has spent most of her life dodging embarrassing moments, her overprotective brother, and the one boy she promised herself she would never like again: ahn suho. ⠀ ʾ ⠀ he has always been around. her brother's best friend. the expert at pointing out her mistakes. the reason half her middle school memories still make her cringe. to everyone else he is cool without trying. to eura he is simply infuriating. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ʾ ⠀ but suho is still here. in her house. in her world. and the more she pretends not to notice him, the harder it gets to ignore the possibility that her worst annoyance might be something more. ⠀

── ★ !! Baby, I promise there's nobody new I'm being honest there's no one like you Yeon Sieun x Fem!oc

𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦 𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗘 ━━ a loud heart will never part in which do dohee, eunjang high's angel, would cross every line if it meant she could protect her friends. and life just knew how to test it. 𝐎𝐑 in which go hyuntak would do anything for his childhood friend. ❪ fem!oc 𝘅 ght ❫ ❪ weak hero class 2 ❫ ━ on hold. © mmoekk | 2025 cover by ykkhao

✩⭒Tangled in loyalty, lies, and late-night streetlights, Minji is pulled into a world she never meant to be part of - a world where fists speak louder than words and where silence holds too many truths. In this story of friendship, scars, and finding strength in the most unexpected bonds - who do you trust when everyone has something to protect? ❗Currently in my most important year, I'll continue writing after I finish🙇🏻‍♀️

✸ the strongest girls don't need to be loud to be feared. ㅤㅤin which go hyuntak didn't expect na soojin ㅤㅤto punch harder than most guys he's fought ㅤㅤ━ and look good doing it. he thought she ㅤㅤwas all hype, riding on na baekjin's name. ㅤㅤshe thought he was all muscle, no brain. ㅤㅤturns out, they were both wrong. ㅤ╱ㅤlost and found, book one. ㅤ( go hyuntak x fem! oc ) ㅤ( weak hero class 2 ) ㅤ( extended summary inside! ) ㅤ( © -jellyous 2025, ongoing )

At the edge of chaos, a tough, misunderstood girl navigates high school life with only one real friend-until an unlikely connection with a distant classmate begins to shift everything. In a world where silence can be louder than words, trust is the hardest fight of all. 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗈𝖼 𝖸𝖾𝗈𝗇 𝖲𝗂𝖾𝗎𝗇 𝗑 𝖥𝖾𝗆!𝗈𝖼

╰┈➤ 𝐘𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈.. sometimes imagined a different childhood. One with gentle hands brushing her hair, kind voices asking how her day was, someone sitting beside her during storms. Maybe, if she'd grown up like that, she wouldn't be so cold now. Maybe her tears wouldn't be silent and swallowed. Maybe she wouldn't hold her hand over her mouth when she cried, afraid of the sound.