14 days. 26 stories. Too many ways to break a heart. Each day unfolds two lives tangled in guilt, desire, power, and regret-where love isn't safe, and staying hurts more than leaving. These are stories of obsession mistaken for devotion, silence used as punishment, and truths revealed when it's already too late. Of people who love wrong, choose badly, and still can't walk away. Nothing is pure. No one is innocent. Every prompt pulls you deeper into emotional wreckage, moral grayness, and endings that don't heal-only linger. This isn't romance meant to save you. This is love that ruins you.

SEVENTEEN CHAEBOL SERIES #1 "Why don't you shut your mouth for once?" he snapped, jaw tight, frustration bleeding through the sharp cut of his voice. She didn't flinch. Instead, she tilted her head, that same infuriating spark dancing in her eyes. "Maybe because you like the sound of it," she shot back, voice smooth like gasoline on flame. "So if you suddenly hate it, should I stop?" His silence was brief-but heavy. Then his hand moved, brushing against her cheek like he was afraid she'd vanish. "Don't even think of that, Cherry," he murmured, voice low now, edged with something that felt dangerously close to devotion. "I love every damn thing that has you in it." cover by:- @misanaato

SEVENTEEN CHAEBOL SERIES #2 You don't own me, Yoon Jeonghan, and you never will, she declared, her voice trembling with rage as she pulled her hand out of his grasp. Her eyes blazed with defiance, refusing to yield to the pressure he exerted. Jeonghan's expression remained stoic, but there was a flicker of hurt in his eyes. I never said I own you, Angel, he retorted softly, his grip tightening around her hand. It was you who said that you own me, remember? His words hung heavy in the air, tinged with a mixture of sadness and longing. cover by:- @misanaato

SEVENTEEN CHAEBOL SERIES #3 How could you, Deer? How could you betray me like this? His voice trembled, tears streaming down his cheeks. How dare I? Her voice was sharp, dripping with anger. Are you even in your right mind, Joshua Hong? Don't you dare act like what you did was justified. Before you point a finger at me, take a long, hard look at yourself and ask if you're even right. With a final glare, she stormed out of the room, leaving behind a whirlwind of emotions. WORDS UNSAID, HEARTS TORN APART.

SEVENTEEN CHAEBOL SERIES #4 He wasn't supposed to notice her-just another face in the city's blur-but fate had a wicked sense of humor. One accidental brush of shoulders, one stolen glance, and suddenly the heir with a heart of frost was unraveling thread by thread. She wasn't impressed by titles or tailored suits. And he? He'd never met a woman who could look at him like he wasn't a god-just a man with too many secrets and not enough soul. It wasn't love. Not yet. But it was dangerous. And in their world of power plays and polished lies, danger was the most seductive spell of all. cover by:- @misanaato

SEVENTEEN CHAEBOL SERIES #5 He had always lived life at a steady pace, preferring structure and order, but everything changed the moment she stumbled into his world. She was a force of nature, crashing into his carefully built routine with a smile that could light up the darkest corners and a laugh that echoed long after she was gone. "Chaos," he muttered under his breath, watching her from across the room. She was telling a story, all wild gestures and animated expressions, her eyes sparkling with excitement. That same chaos, the one he couldn't help but be drawn to, seemed to infect every part of his life. She turned to meet his gaze, catching him in the act of watching her, and for a moment, the world paused. cover by:- @misanaato

SEVENTEEN CHAEBOL SERIES #6 He stumbled to his knees, his voice trembling as he pleaded, "Please, Snowflake, think about it just one more time." Her eyes blazed with fury, and her cheeks glistened with the tears she had shed. She met his gaze, her voice cold and resolute. "Think about what, Jeon Wonwoo? There's nothing left to consider." Desperation etched in every line of his face, he tried to reason with her. "I know I was at fault, but please, just give me one last chance. I promise I will make it up to you." She looked at him, a bitter smile curling on her lips, and he understood the finality of her gesture. cover by:- @misanaato

SEVENTEEN CHAEBOL SERIES #7 He was lying on her lap, and she gently ruffled his hair. With a playful smile, she asked, "What's your favourite thing in this world?" He looked up at her and replied softly, "Music." She chuckled, teasingly, "So, music is first, and I'm second?" He took her hands in his, his gaze earnest. "Not at all Love," he said with gentle firmness, "You will always be my first, no matter what." She raised an eyebrow, "But you just said music comes first." A warm smile spread across his face as he looked into her eyes. "You are the reason I can write the music," he said softly. "Without you, there would be no melody." HEARTS WERE BROKEN, DREAMS WERE SHATTERED, BUT WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN THEY GET ANOTHER CHANCE TO MAKE IT RIGHT? cover by:- @misanaato

SEVENTEEN CHAEBOL SERIES #10 The room felt suffocating as Minghao's voice, low and angry, echoed through the quiet. "You hid her from me, Hana. How could you do that?" Hana stood frozen, her heart racing. Tears threatened to spill, but she held them back. "I did it to protect her," she replied, her voice trembling. "You hurt me before. What if you hurt her too?" Minghao's eyes flashed with disbelief, the hurt unmistakable. He took a step toward her, his tone laced with frustration and sadness. "Hurt you? How could I ever hurt you? You are my world!" SHE WAS NOT JUST IN HIS WORLD, BUT SHE WAS HIS WORLD, BUT HE REALISED IT TOO LATE.

SEVENTEEN CHAEBOL SERIES #9 Mingyu glared at Jiwoo, who was sitting at the kitchen counter. Jiwoo noticed and said, "You know I'm not a mind reader. If you have something to say, just say it." Mingyu, still glaring, responded with a smirk, "I might not be a doctor, but I think you need some help." Jiwoo shot back, "You need help more than I do," before hopping off the counter and sticking out her tongue at him. Mingyu sighed and muttered, "Yeah, you're right. I probably need therapy because of you." HOW CAN NORTH AND SOUTH BE ENDGAME? cover by:- @misanaato