"I regret accidentally texting you." "No, you don't, you silly billy bean!" "Hmm, yeah I don't." A story in which Lee Minho, a global star sensation, accidentally texts a random girl with no life, whatsoever on instagram. He expects her not to reply but instead gets a weird, chaotic, freaky mother fucker who doesn't stop messaging him....but why doesn't he block her? She's probably the most unhinged person on earth. He has a million fans. One accidental message leads to late-night conversations, inside joke, and maybe...feelings?

Hwang Hyunjin wasn't always cold. Life made him that way - sharp edges, quiet walls, and a heart held together only for his daughter, Haein. When she steps into their lives, everything begins to shift: the routines, the silences, the man he's forced himself to become. He was the frost. She became the spring. And neither of them expected the seasons to change. ℙ𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕣 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 🍀✨ ᴹᵃᵈᵈʸ🦋🥀

"For a school that claimed to shape the future kings and queens of the world , crownshold was surprisingly good at killing them off" ----- Crownshold Academy was built for royals - heirs draped in silk, secrets, and entitlement. Jisung, a sharp-tongued scholarship student, doesn't belong among them... until a glittering ball ends with a noble dead at the bottom of a staircase. As the bodies start to fall in what everyone insists are "accidents," Jisung teams up with Minho, the headmaster's charming yet infuriating son, to uncover the truth. Between late-night investigations, masked dances, and stolen glances, the two find themselves tangled in a web of lies woven by the academy's golden elite. But at Crownshold, masks hide more than faces - and the closer Jisung gets to the truth, the more he learns that some crowns were built to shatter. --- Heh

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵. 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥, 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

Every day since the semester began, a letter appeared in Hyunjin's locker-thoughtful, intimate, as if the writer knew him better than he knew himself. He never saw who left them, never found a clue. But with each letter, his curiosity turned into something deeper.