Two men. Two detectives looking into the abyss of a criminal mind on a killing spree who is leaving a trace of young gay men in their wake. Two partners against their will forming a fragile bond over their determination to stop this sick bastard once and for all and their fear to fail. BOOK 1!- Where the Clues Go to Die #2 in meanie

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.

Kim Mingyu's life is built around love, loss, and responsibility. At just 26, he's a single father to his four-year-old son, Hansol, after losing his wife during childbirth. Between his demanding job as an architect and raising a child on his own, Mingyu barely has time to breathe, let alone take care of himself. But he keeps going-for Hansol, for the memory of the woman he loved, and for the quiet promise he made the day she passed: "I'll give him everything." When work becomes too much and his parents begin pressing him about moving on, Mingyu knows something has to change. At the recommendation of his best friend, Seungcheol, he hires Jeon Wonwoo, a soft-spoken barista with a gentle smile and calm eyes, to help look after Hansol. Wonwoo expects nothing more than a simple babysitting job. But what he finds instead is a small family still grieving, still healing, and still learning how to love again. Hansol latches onto Wonwoo almost immediately-calling him "Mumma Woo" and drawing crayon pictures of the three of them like it's always been that way. Wonwoo doesn't want to get attached, but the warmth of the home, the sound of Hansol's laughter, and the quiet way Mingyu smiles when no one's looking make it impossible not to. Everything becomes more complicated when Mingyu, out of desperation, tells his visiting parents that he has a new lover-hoping to stop their constant pressure to move on. But now they want to meet the supposed boyfriend, and with no one else to turn to, Mingyu asks Wonwoo to help him one last time: "Just pretend... just for a week." Wonwoo agrees, for Hansol's sake. For Mingyu's sake. Maybe even for his own. But fake smiles start to feel real. Late-night conversations blur the line between pretending and longing. And the way Mingyu looks at Wonwoo when Hansol falls asleep in his arms makes it harder and harder to remember what they're not.

Wrote this book in honor of my 2 favorite ships from bts and svt, taekook and minwon. --- There were two kinds of legends at Hwanil University. The kind who got perfect grades, led student clubs, and made professors smile-and the kind who looked like they'd stepped out of a drama, dazzling everyone with a single glance in the hallway. Jeon Wonwoo was both. A second-year student majoring in literature and a prominent member of the student council, Wonwoo kept to himself, glasses low on his nose, eyes forever lost in books. He spoke softly, smiled rarely, and blushed easily-especially when praised. Despite his quiet nature, his name passed through lips all over campus, always paired with phrases like "so pretty," "so smart," or "so mysterious." And then there was Kim Taehyung, a third-year art student and the proud leader of the university's drama club. He was loud where Wonwoo was silent, sunshine where Wonwoo was moonlight. With his signature boxy grin and bright-patterned scarves, Taehyung lit up every room he walked into-and left hearts in disarray behind him. Neither expected their lives to change with the arrival of two first-years. Mingyu and Jungkook met in high school-bonding over football, snacks, and a shared talent for making girls squeal and boys grumble. The duo had one simple goal: dominate the university football team and live their best lives. Two younger brothers. Two older brothers. One campus full of chaos, crushes, and competition. And neither Mingyu nor Jungkook had any idea that the person they were falling for... was the other's older brother

Wonwoo, an alpha who never believed in shallow bonds, longs for something deeper-a soulmate. When a new omega arrives on campus, he finds himself drawn in ways he can't ignore. But fate takes an unexpected turn, intertwining his path with another alpha, Kim Mingyu, whose presence will challenge everything he thought he wanted-and everything he thought he knew about love.

In which Wonwoo gets imprisoned in a beast's castle in exchange for his brother's freedom. Mingyu has to learn to love and be loved before the last petal of the enchanted rose falls, or else he will remain a monster forever. 'You're a fucking candelabra! And I'm your prince, have some manners!' 'Well, I'm a fucking candelabra and you are a fucking beast, so no.' Based on the story of 'The Beauty and the Beast' Main ship: Meanie Side ships: SeokSoo, SoonHoon Started: 24/02/04 Finished: 24/07/03

wonwoo is a huge ass flirt and mingyu forgets how to be smooth. ♫ 아낀다 - Seventeen alt title: i adore you (enough to get dizzy) ✓ 190302 | #2 of boys be

Mingyu and the gang plan to break open the locked doors of the rooftop in the North Wing of their boarding school, not realizing the twisting fate sitting patiently behind the door waiting for them, or just him.

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.

Mingyu slammed the files onto the paler man's desk, his brows furrowing in irritation. "If I had a dollar for every time you've gotten under my skin, I'd be a millionaire." Wonwoo's smirk was sharp, his eyes sparkling with challenge, it's true, he loved to get under the art director's skin, "And if I had a dollar for every time you've been an utter disappointment, I'd be swimming in cash." The IT Director, Wonwoo, and Art Director, Mingyu, can't stand each other's guts. Their interactions are a constant battleground of colorful jabs and festering rage. But under all that tension, is hate the only thing they share in common? -also on ao3-