Falling for him was as dangerous as the races he ruled. "Wonwoo hummed thoughtfully. 'You're quite young. Be cautious around men from Seoul. They have a way of deceiving,' he cautioned, his gaze lingering on her for a moment as the car came to a stop at a red light. 'And what about you?' she asked bluntly, regretting her words almost immediately after they left her lips. Wonwoo glanced at her, his expression unreadable for a moment before a light chuckle escaped his lips. The sound was low and melodic, mixing with the soft hum of the engine. He licked his lips, a subtle gesture that drew Yuna's attention. 'Me?' he repeated, his voice smooth. 'I don't mess with good girls,' he replied casually, his gaze meeting hers briefly before returning to the road ahead." His life was a race, and she was just another prize to claim.

SEVENTEEN CHAEBOL SERIES #1 "Why don't you shut your mouth for once?" he snapped, jaw tight, frustration bleeding through the sharp cut of his voice. She didn't flinch. Instead, she tilted her head, that same infuriating spark dancing in her eyes. "Maybe because you like the sound of it," she shot back, voice smooth like gasoline on flame. "So if you suddenly hate it, should I stop?" His silence was brief-but heavy. Then his hand moved, brushing against her cheek like he was afraid she'd vanish. "Don't even think of that, Cherry," he murmured, voice low now, edged with something that felt dangerously close to devotion. "I love every damn thing that has you in it." cover by:- @misanaato

He was built to hurt, and she was made to break. The room still trembled with the aftermath of his words, the silence after them more violent than the shouting had ever been. Arin stood by the window, arms wrapped tight around her like armor, though nothing could shield her from the way his voice had sliced through her. "Don't bring Yejin into this, Arin." Detached. Like she didn't matter. Like she was collateral in a war she didn't start. It was always Yejin. It had always bemen Yejin. The truth sat heavy in her chest, choking. She whispered it aloud, a confession to no one. "But it was never not about her, was it?" He didn't look back when he walked away. His retreat was slow, final. And as the door shut behind him, Arin realized she wasn't standing in a room anymore. She was standing in wreckage. cover by:- @misanaato

What if revenge isn't the answer, but the curse? In a world haunted by tragedy, Minghao seeks revenge for his sister's death, believing Kim Nabi to be the culprit. But as passion intertwines with secrets, he discovers a chilling truth that could shatter everything he thought he knew. "Without hesitation, he seized her, lifting her form from the ground with a forceful grip, and flung her against the wall. His body pressed against hers, an overwhelming sensation of pain engulfing her, and a whimper of pain escaped her lips. 'Do you know how I immediately realized it was you?' His voice, a dangerous whisper, as his gaze fixed on her lips. With a deliberate slowness, his hand trailed down, fingers grazing her side until they settled on the spot where the butterfly tattoo adorned her skin. 'This,' he continued, his eyes locking onto hers, 'this tattoo confirmed my suspicion.' The intensity of his gaze bore into her. 'But now that I look at you more carefully,' he began, his gaze lingering on her body. 'Where are the scars on your thighs?' His inquiry cut through the tension. His fingers danced along the fabric of her dress, a mockery in his touch. 'Are they conveniently hidden beneath this short dress?' His voice dripped with skepticism, a bitter amusement that twisted the knife deeper. 'Oh, no..I'm wrong,' he remarked, his gaze scrutinizing her more closely. 'It seems that they are still visible, but made more difficult to detect due to the stockings.' Nabi's heart pounded in her chest, her sense of dignity unraveling with every word. In a swift motion, Minghao forcefully tore the stockings off one of her legs, exposing the scars that marred her skin. The room echoed with Nabi's cries, her voice a symphony of pain and fear, resonating through the air like a haunting melody. ⚠️ 🏆 #1 in seventeen #1 in svt #1 in scoups #1 in minghao #1 in hoshi #1 in vernon #1 in seungcheol

"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

book 2 of 'only you' series - kim mingyu has always lived with certainty-steady, composed, and never crossing a line he shouldn't... until lee aera. she's warmth wrapped in chaos, an artist with a guarded heart and a smile she hides behind sarcasm. he was only meant to look after her, check in after the incident, make sure she was okay. but the more he stepped closer, the more he felt it-a quiet pull he couldn't ignore. aera doesn't trust easily. not men, not promises, not her own heart. yet something about mingyu draws her in-his patience, his softness, the way he sees her even when she pushes him away. in a world where love begins with a single pull... will aera allow herself to be drawn to the man she's been trying so hard to resist? ↳ started: december 20, 2025 ↳ finished: december 29, 2025 ↳ best rankings #9 in #fangirl #1 in #seventeenff #1 in #hiddenromance #2 in #svtmingyu

╰┈➤𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 yoon siyeon is an overachiever whose life focuses purely on studying and getting into her dream university. But then one halloween night changes it all when she accidentally awakens a demon jaeyun from his 200 year prison. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃:29/06/25 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃:06/01/26

𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞; 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴; 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙖𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣. romance, comedy, drama ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "You don't understand, because if I spend any more time with you..." Nari's voice started off angry but turned softer as the next words caught in her throat. "What, Nari? What's going to happen?" Sunghoon asked, his tone urgent and searching. "I'll fall in love with you..." she paused, tears filling her eyes. "Again," she whispered, her voice breaking. "And you won't love me." Another pause. "Again." The tears finally spilled over as she spoke. She looked away from him, reluctantly walking away, her heart heavy with sadness. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ park sunghoon x oc second chance love longer summary inside @enhaheart ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

The New York arena is the place where all paths cross. Even though each of them comes here for a different reason, their goal unites them- they can't let this place slip through their fingers. Even though each of them comes here for a different reason, they are expected to fight together, without second thought. Even though each of them comes here for a different reason, their passion burns brighter than the mundane desires. But does it burn brighter than the hell inside each of them? Note: This is a K-Pop multifandom fanfiction. Enjoy!:D @slidejoy11 |2021| All rights reserved©️

You don't realize how dangerous it is to play with fire until you get burnt. That's why her sister never thought of warning her that she might get hurt. Because they didn't know how dangerous their game was... until it blew up. In actual flames. How can you find shelter in the place you should be running from? How can you feel safe with the people who put you in danger? How can you trust anybody? Generally speaking, you can't. But Sooyun has to. This is a Seventeen fanfiction. Enjoy! @slidejoy11 |2020| All rights reserved©️