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.

Seungcheol had spent his life searching for answers buried beneath sand and time. An archaeologist by passion and obsession, he believed only in what he could prove-artifacts, inscriptions, bones that still whispered stories if he listened closely enough. Love? Destiny? Soul ties? He called them myths people told themselves to sleep better at night. But something pulled him across continents to Egypt-an ache in his chest he couldn't explain, a strange heaviness in the air that felt like someone calling his name from a place older than memory. "If the heart longs for a land it never touched, there must be someone waiting there." He never believed sayings like that. Not until the day he stepped into the silent belly of an ancient pyramid. Hidden deep inside was a tomb more beautiful, more protected, more sacred than anything he had uncovered before. The carvings shimmered softly under his torchlight, spelling a name that felt like a breath against his ear: Nefaru - the One Who Brings Harmony. Seungcheol traced the engraved letters with his fingertips, unaware that his touch was all it needed. He walked away with his notes, his sketches, his logical explanations. He never looked back. He didn't see the gold and dust stirring behind him. He didn't hear the ancient seals cracking open for the first time in three thousand years. And he didn't know that the one buried inside- a boy with eyes like dawn and a soul bound to his- was waking up. Because Seungcheol had returned. Because Nefaru had been waiting. Because destiny doesn't care if you believe in it. It believes in you. #AN Egyptian concept. #b×b #omegaverse

The universe is plain. It's free, the world is a free place but still everything costs you.. doesn't it? The world is colourful, yet it hides the mysteries beneath it. That's what makes it more exciting..oh..I mean, curious. When the trusted people bring a curse to you as if it's a sweet treat but it's rather a threat. It unfolds jeonghan's life's fate. And he comes to help jeonghan...

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Yoon Jeonghan is "The Nation's Angel," a superstar whose golden voice and charming smile hide a soul weary of the spotlight's lonely glare. Choi Seungcheol is "The Wolf," a feared mafia boss who rules the underworld with an iron will, his heart as cold as the steel he carries. Their worlds collide when Jeonghan's company, drowning in secret debts, fails to pay the immense sum it owes to Seungcheol's syndicate. Seeing an opportunity, Seungcheol doesn't just demand money; he takes possession. His price is Yoon Jeonghan himself. Kidnapped from his green room and thrust into a gilded cage, Jeonghan responds the only way he knows how: with defiant fury. He insults his captor, challenges his authority, and vows not to give him a moment of peace. To Seungcheol, the singer is just an asset, a pawn. An infuriatingly beautiful, sharp-tongued pawn who refuses to be intimidated. But hatred is a cold bedfellow, and proximity breeds a dangerous understanding. Behind the barbs and the power plays, a twisted bond begins to form. Jeonghan sees cracks in the monster's armor-a hidden kindness for the forgotten, a soul as lonely as his own. Seungcheol finds himself drawn to the fire in Jeonghan's eyes, a flame that doesn't flicker even in the face of death.

"Are those rumours becoming real?" "I don't know." "Do you want them to be real?" "We are not meant to be together." _________________________________________ Seungcheol is an idol. He has worked hard since he was twelve and he will not let anyone ruin his career. Not even his family, not even his best friend. But what if one day, rumours begin, threatening his career. Will he let the sole reason of his dating rumour ruin his career? OR Will he let the sole reason of his dating rumour to ruin him? _________________________________________ Let's dwell into their lives. Let's dwell into their past, present and future to understand their story. _________________________________________ Main couples : Jeongcheol. 🛐🤍✨ _________________________________________ Tropes : best friends to lovers. Idol X Manager. _________________________________________ #1 in managerial #1 in idol

Choi Seungcheol-cold, ruthless, and always in control. As the son of the Choi family, he was born to dominate, and nothing ever slips through his fingers. Whatever he wants, he gets, no questions asked. With the family business resting on his shoulders, he's set to take over as the next heir, and no one dares to stand in his way. Then there's Yoon Jeonghan-sharp-tongued, cunning, and utterly heartless when it comes to business. He's been calling the shots alongside his father for years, making decisions that no one dares to question. He doesn't just play the game-he rewrites the rules. For as long as anyone can remember, the Choi and Yoon families have been at each other's throats, fighting for power, influence, and control over the industry. But now, their parents have decided to put an end to the rivalry in the most unexpected way-by forcing Seungcheol and Jeonghan into an arranged marriage. A merger disguised as a union, a deal that would make them unstoppable. Neither of them wants it, but in a world where power is everything, love and hate might just be the same thing. RANKING: #2 in JeongCheol [20/04/25] #40 in seventeen [21/04/25] #13 in seventeen [23/04/25] #38 in yoonjeonghan [24/04/25] #11 in seventeen [25/04/25]

Secrets are meant to be buried, until they aren't. And Yoon Jeonghan has the biggest secret of all. He thought he could get away with it. He should've known better. I'd never allow him to escape so easily. There is nothing more enjoyable than witnessing him crumble as I taunt him, trick him, and toy with his sanity. Watching him fall apart is a game I'm destined to win. I take my time with him, picking him apart, piece by piece, until he's at my mercy. The smile behind my mask grows as he fears the slasher in Hellcrest Heights. He pretends to be afraid of me, but at night, he falls to his knees as he bends to my will. And I have only just begun. I know Yoon Jeonghan's biggest secret. It's me. An adaptation of the original 'Hellcrest Heights' series by A.R.Breck . Started : 28.01.2024 Ended : 09.02.2024 #29 at 17 on 11.02.2024 #8 at maskedman on 11.02.2024

📕 Book I: First Sin (Jeongcheol) He was sent to negotiate peace. He didn't expect to fall for the devil himself. When angelic envoy Yoon Jeonghan enters the court of Nexaria - the realm of demons - he expects cruelty, not charm. But the devil prince, Choi Seungcheol, is nothing like the monster the heavens warned him about. As old wars simmer and secrets rise from the ashes, Jeonghan and Seungcheol find themselves drawn together by something deeper, older... and far more dangerous than fate. Because in this world, the first sin wasn't hatred. It was desire.

Seungcheol and Jeonghan had always been there for each other through the chaos of rehearsals, the late night talks, and the silence that only best friends could understand. But lately, the touch of their hands lingered a little too long, and their shared moments felt heavier, charged with something unspoken. What started as a way to relieve the stress of their lives, comforting each other in ways they didn't talk about, began to blur the lines. It was supposed to be just physical, just an escape from everything else. But somewhere in the midst of it, something deeper was beginning to stir, something neither of them was ready to face. The question was no longer about what they were doing, but what would happen once they realized it wasn't just about pleasure anymore. [ MINORS DNI ] 🔞 [ MATURE CONTENT ]