❝Was that your dad on the call?❞ ❝Yeah.❞ ❝What did he ask?❞ ❝He just wanted to know when I m coming back from your god damned village. I can't tell him I'm bringing a luggage with me, right?❞ Jimin scoffed at Jungkook. He knew Jungkook was mentioning him. ❝Yeah! a pretty luggage. They would probably ask you from where did you kidnap that.❞ Jimin was not completely wrong. The luggage is really, like really pretty. What might have happened to Jungkook who was just invited for his bestfriend's brother's wedding but got married himself to the very bestfriends brother? Let's see how this two bickering male's marriage life would go. A small not so complex fluffy journey. 16+ Started : Dec 17, '22 Ended : Sep 17, '23 #Jikook #boy*boy #Yoonseok #Vsoo #namjin #mpreg #crossdressing #arranged marriage #comedy-romance #Drama #age gap- 6yrs

Ssumt = slight smut Fluff Angst Smut Fas = all/fluff angst smut

Jisung and Minho share the same friend group - and the same mutual dislike. They argue, they compete, and everyone knows putting them in one room is asking for chaos. But one night, after too many drinks and too much pride, a ridiculous dare goes too far. What started as a petty challenge suddenly leaves them facing something real - something that makes them question everything they thought they knew about each other. Now two sworn rivals find themselves thrown into unexpected parenthood, learning to raise a tiny life together while barely surviving each other. Because sometimes, love doesn't begin with a confession - it begins with a dare, a baby, and a whole lot of chaos.

Jisung had spent his whole life as an option - never a choice. Passed between parents who didn't want him, he grew up believing he was temporary. Until the Lee family decided he would be their grandson's spouse. He expected duty. He expected distance. He never expected Lee Minho - someone who would handle him sometimes patiently, sometimes frustratingly. Because sometimes love isn't loud - it's patient. Sometimes home isn't a place - it's a person. And sometimes, forever doesn't feel like a chain... it feels like a promise.

--- **A Heejakehoon Fanfic** In the quiet moments between classes, Jake-known as Sim Jaeyun to those who don't know him well-found solace in deep breaths. Each inhale was a struggle, each exhale a small victory against the unseen battles he fought daily. As a transfer student navigating a foreign world, the weight of loneliness and isolation had become his constant companions. Yet, amid the struggle, Jake had managed to forge meaningful friendships that kept him grounded. But what happens when his two enemies stumble upon the bruises and scars that tell a story of pain and resilience? As the truth begins to unravel, the fragile equilibrium of Jake's life is threatened, and he must confront the shadows of his past while dealing with the complexities of his present. --- A/N: This is my first ever story so I hope this goes well. Please support me and sorry if it doesn't meet your expectations. I'll update at least twice a week or more. Warnings: Contains making out/kissing. Suicidal thoughts and mentions of blood. Not sure if I'll add smut ,but I'll take suggestions! If you feel uncomfortable with the content please don't read further. Side ships: sunki, jaywon Sorry if your fav ships aren't here! Also please don't copy my work. You may take suggestions Idm! But if you are going to use something specific please let me know or give credits! That's all! Lots of love ❤️ -🎖#1 in Heejakehoon -🎖#1 in Sim

"You know, Officer Han," a silky voice drawled from the shadows, "you look adorable when you're frustrated. Almost as adorable as you do trying to find that dent in your bumper I put there last night." Han Jisung growled, glaring at the masked figure who was quickly becoming the bane of his existence. "You're infuriating! And just wait until I get my hands on you-" "Oh, I'm counting on it, sweetheart. Believe me, I'm counting on it." . . . . . . . "I'll get you one day!" warnings •mature •toxic relationship •past trauma

[ Mission failed please redo it. ] "Why am I back here again?!" "Why did these guys fall for me instead of the protagonist?!" "I want to go back TT." --- Jisung-centric Hyunsung, Chansung, Minsung, Seungsung Jisung will only end up with 1 person

"baby, pick one of us. or don't. we'll still come for you." jake never meant to steal hearts- but somehow, he did. ni-ki, the quiet one, stares too long and stands too close. heeseung, all soft smiles and secret touches. sunghoon, icy on the outside but burns only for him. they call him "hyung" like it's innocent. but their eyes say otherwise. jake's just trying to breathe. they're trying to make him fall. and maybe, deep down... he wants to. - one soft baby, three different flames - slow burn, tension, longing, and too much skinship - a hyung-maknae dynamic that's anything but pure - jake-centric | triangle? square? more like a storm. | rated 18+ ❗️**⚠️ WARNING / CONTENT NOTE** ⚠️ This story contains: - Mature themes (18+) - Explicit scenes - Emotional trauma - Love triangle / obsession / possessiveness - Mentions of psychological conflict - Soft × dark elements - BL (Boy Love) content - Possible triggers: emotional manipulation, jealousy, identity crisis Please read responsibly. This is a fictional work based on imagined dynamics. Characters are portrayed with creative freedom and do not reflect real-life personalities. Do not proceed if you're uncomfortable with sensitive or mature content. Enjoy at your own risk 🖤

Minho fell in love with his intern, and Jisung is afraid of his boss. A not so typical office romance where both sides just can't take a hint.

He was buried once. Not in the ground... but in silence, lies, and forgotten truth. Five years after a funeral that ended everything, a man returns to a life that was never allowed to exist. Memories fracture. Faces feel familiar for the wrong reasons. And the past lingers like a shadow that refuses to stay buried. This is a story about grief that never healed, about protection that turns into obsession, and about a truth so distorted it destroys the people who remember it and the ones who don't. Some things are forgotten for a reason. Some people remember too much.