Jeonghan goes to his 10 year high school reunion expecting to have a terrible time. Then he meets a really hot stranger and somehow forgets how to flirt. This is the story of him trying to flirt and failing in increasingly embarrassing ways.

Sharing a bed with your ex is a lot like eating shrimp you're mildly allergic to-it's probably fine, but there's a chance you'll die. A non-refundable couples' cruise seemed like a great idea-until Seungcheol and Jeonghan broke up. Now it's one bed, too much ocean, and seven days of bad decisions. (It's a mini story with very limited number of chapters)

Wonwoo has loved Kim Mingyu quietly and steadfastly throughout high school, but after graduation, he resolves to let go. His carefully constructed distance is tested when he unexpectedly runs into Mingyu at a college party.

Jeonghan sleeping with a woman he likes? Great. She says she's also sleeping with another man? Not so great. Jeonghan decides he's going to win. Sabotage the competition. Out-charm the rival. Claim the girl. Simple plan. Except... he didn't expect the other man to be that good-looking. Or He wanted to win the girl. He didn't expect to lose his mind over the competition.

Chaos and destruction. Two things Lee Seokmin despised more than anything. He thrived on control, on order, on things falling exactly into place. But everything unraveled the moment he laid eyes on him-his new husband. The brother of the man who was supposed to marry him. Joshua. "I know you hate pineapple, so I made sure to eat a lot. Imagine if we kissed right now... You might die," Joshua's voice was sweet, but the mischief in his eyes was undeniable as he leaned closer, his smirk dangerous. Seokmin's jaw tightened. No one could hear them, not their bickering, not their hate, and most importantly, not the way Seokmin's dead heart seemed to stir back to life. He hated chaos, but Joshua was chaos. And now, he was stuck with him. How was he supposed to navigate a life of perfect control with a husband who thrived on disorder? Would they ruin each other? Or was falling together inevitable?

His brother died in a street race. Jeonghan wants answers. When rookie journalist Yoon Jeonghan starts digging into the crash that killed his brother, all roads lead to Seungcheol-underground racer, legend, and liar. Everyone tells Jeonghan to stay away. But the deeper he gets, the more obsessed he becomes. And the more he wants the truth... Even if it destroys them both. "You should've left it alone," Seungcheol said. "Now you're next." This isn't a love story. It's a crash waiting to happen.

dorm rivalries, endless pranks, and one infuriatingly charming enemy. Jeon Wonwoo wanted peace from college, he got Kim Mingyu instead. And somewhere between the pranks and petty wins, the scoreboard started tracking something else entirely. "If you hate me so much, quit staring, love." "I'm trying to figure out how you talk this much with a brain that small." ★ top rankings #2 in minwon #1 in jeongcheol

Jeonghan Yoon has been called a lot of things-brat, spoiled, dangerously unhinged. The bodyguard industry has another word for him: psychotic. He's a billionaire's son. Beautiful, rich, untouchable-and an absolute nightmare to protect. Jeonghan has never heard the word no-until the new bodyguard Seungcheol shows up. He's everything Jeonghan hates: serious, stone-faced, and completely immune to charm. But he's also hot. Really hot. And worse? He refuses to treat Jeonghan like the center of the universe. Which means Jeonghan has no choice but to test his patience-and maybe his professionalism-every chance he gets.

BOOK #4 He didn't walk into my life - he bled into it. Like smoke curling under locked doors, like rot blooming behind a smile. They say the Devil knocks. But Soonyoung never needed to. He found the cracks in me, the ones I sealed with silence and stitched with obedience, and whispered through them like a hymn - dark, low, addictive. He calls me little heart, like I'm something fragile he plans to keep broken. And I keep coming back, not because I'm brave - but because I've forgotten the taste of salvation. And damnation, when it wears his face, feels almost holy. ---- I never wanted heaven. Too clean. Too quiet. Give me the boy who flinches at kindness and claws at cruelty like it's the only language he knows. Give me Jihoon. My little heart with iron in his spine and rot tucked behind his ribs. He thinks he can outrun the dark - sweet thing hasn't realized I am the dark. And I've already wrapped my hands around his throat, not to hurt him - but to make sure he never leaves. He prays. I answer. Every time, in blood, in fire, in a love so sharp it cuts both ways.