Drinking was the plan. Going home together was expected. But waking up with his roommate still wrapped around him? That wasn't supposed to happen. Just a kiss? Right? Author's Note: This story is based on my own original idea. If there are any other stories with a similar concept-either written before or after-it is purely a coincidence. I did not copy from anyone, and any similarities are unintentional. Thank you for understanding and supporting my creative work. Thank you.

Married on paper. Tangled under the same roof. They said it was just an arrangement- So why do the nights feel real? Author's Note: This story is completely my own creation. I didn't copy or take ideas from anyone. If any part of it happens to be similar to another story, it's purely a coincidence. Everything is written from my own thoughts and imagination. Thank you for reading and respecting my work! . . . . Rank🏆:- ( 31 may, 2025) #1 - meanie #6 - minwon #144 - seventeen

Interest turns into attention. Attention turns into desire. Desire turns into obsession. Wonwoo never asked to be seen. Mingyu never learned how to look away. In the hush of late nights and stolen glances, interest turns dangerous, attention turns consuming, and desire learns how to wait. But when someone watches you long enough- is it fear you feel... or is it want? A slow, dark descent into obsession, silence, and want- where love is dangerous and being chosen is the most terrifying thing of all. Author's Note: This story is entirely my own creation. If anything feels familiar, it's purely a coincidence-everything here comes straight from my brain, my mood swings, and a little bit of 3AM chaos. Thank you for supporting my work and respecting it💎

One room. One bed. Way too many rules- And two people who were never supposed to catch feelings. University was supposed to be about study and survival... But somehow, it turned into late-night arguments, stolen glances, and maybe something they can't explain yet. ---- Author's Note: This story is completely my own creation. If any part feels familiar, it's purely a coincidence-everything was written from my own brain, mood swings, and 3AM chaos. Thanks for supporting and respecting my work!