The world is ending in seven days, and nothing can stop it. But for a brief, fragile moment, they fall in love, like this could still be a happy ending. 홍지수︱hong jisoo .ᐟ ⤷ ongoing ✴︎ © floreshwa. 2026.

In a place where everything is life or death, Nami didn't expect her biggest complication to be him. ⤷ on going... book cover by @studio17 :) © h5shyu. 2026.

Two souls adrift, bound by destiny. When a fading angel's light lingers on a boy poised at the boundary of despair, time bends, and love dares to awaken in the cracks. ‹ angel × human au › 이찬︱lee chan .ᐟ ⤷ completed ✓ © floreshwa. 2025.

The Language of Flowers #1 Sienna is a psychiatrist who helps others heal, but she's drowning in expectations, too exhausted to save herself. Seungkwan has survived his darkest days, but the world still treats him as fragile. He hides behind laughter, burning out in silence. When their paths cross... first as doctor and patient, then as something more... Seungkwan sees the cracks Sienna refuses to face. And for once, he refuses to let someone else break themselves for others. In a world of unsaid words, you can't heal others if you keep breaking yourself.

Mingyu escapes to Jeju seeking peace ; but finds a reckless, sunlit girl who makes him forget it's only temporary. ⤷ 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 ! - a kim mingyu fanfiction. - © BOOAMORE | 2025 - completed.

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

In the silence of endless stars, love and loss entwine like constellations. a space au.

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

'I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you.' Coming from a wealthy family was never the major flex in her life. To others, she might come off as a rich spoilt brat but the reality was far from what they perceived her to be. In a world where money mattered a lot, she wanted someone who looked beyond that. Someone who understood her beyond that. Someone who would cross the blinding glares of the sun to reach her at midnight. That's when he came. He was her Daylight. She was his Midnight. 'He was sunshine, I was midnight rain.' "Fallen and broken things still have the power to heal, if you keep hope and faith in them, Miyeon." By shiru_kx ♡ #1 Joshua [22.12.24] #1 Svt [22.12.24] #1 Jun [03.07.25] #2 Vernon [23.10.2024] #2 Seungkwan [05.07.2025] #2 Mingyu [17.09.2025] #6 Seventeenff [19.07.2025] #8 kpopfanfic [16.05.2025] #8 Seungcheol [13.10.2024] #9 yoonjeonghan [20.06.2025] #10 Leechan [27.03.2025] #11 Seventeen [09.04.2025] #12 Seokmin [23.07.2025] #18 Minghao [10.10.2025] #27 humor [23.07.2025] #69 Sad [23.07.2025] (out of 346k)

Revenge is sweet...until love makes it bitter. Yoon Jeonghan and Kim Ara are like ships passing in the night, unaware of each other's existence. However when Jeonghan's dad, who runs a big company, cheats on his wife with Ara's mom, who works as his secretary, everything gets messy and Jeonghan is consumed by a desire for revenge. His scheme? Make Ara fall head over heels for him, and then walk away, leaving her broken. "Jeonghan's smile was laced with a hint of determination as his gaze drifted to her lips. He sensed that this might be the moment to bring his revenge to a close, and he was ready to make it a reality on this very night. 'Why do you insist on denying what's happening between us, hmm princess?' 'I can see it, even if you won't admit it. You may not like me, but the attraction is undeniable, and you can't hide it.' His words held a note of conviction, and he continued to look at her lips, underscoring the unspoken tension that simmered between them. Ara couldn't help but despise the way he made her feel. She detested the way her body responded to his touch. However, the undeniable truth couldn't be denied any longer. The attraction between them had become an inescapable reality, and she found herself caught in its grip. Sensing that Ara was lost in deep thought, Jeonghan slowly moved his hand to her chin and gently lifted it to meet her gaze. 'I'll give you the chance to push me away,' Jeonghan murmured, his voice low and intimate. He leaned closer to her lips, and she could feel his minty breath brushing against her soft skin. 'But if you don't,' Jeonghan continued, his voice a sultry whisper, 'then I'll gladly show you how pleasure feels.' His lips brushed against hers as he spoke, igniting a spark of desire in the charged atmosphere between them. 'Give me the chance to light a flame between us.'"