Keiju and Kyehoon weren't supposed to be like this.

donghwa falls in love with the principles son, will he get out of this mess he's out himself in? kinda based off Extracurricular drama. this is a story of fiction, every single story of mine is a work of fiction.

Juwang ignored him just to keep himself safe. Between jealousy, silence, and all the words they never said, Minje learned that love doesn't always wait - especially when goodbye comes too soon.

Ice hockey, way too many school fights, too many feelings. Juwang, couldn't have it, neither could Minje. Messy, jealousy and miscommunication goes all throughout this story.

Donghyeon only meant to work hard and go home. He didn't mean to stay late, fall asleep on a basement couch, or get this close to the owner's son.

The room of memories. Room of happiness, sadness and thrill. Oh, and most importantly thrill.

Everyone thinks Amaru and Donghyeon despise each other. They were wrong, after months of miscommunication and trials of talking, they were were wrong.

One game, one tackle, one letter drawn on a hand that wasn't supposed to mean anything. But when rivalry turns to curiosity, and curiosity to something else, both boys learn that some things can't be erased -- no matter how hard you try to smudge them out.

a 17yro needing a babysitter? sounds stupid, but the his parents? it's the best idea ever. and maybe...just maybe keiju comes around, not to the babysitting idea but to the person.

This my first time writing. This story is completely fictional.Please note that it is a fanfic. Keiju was just an ordinary boy-quiet, sharp, and always top of the class. Minje was his total opposite-loud, athletic, and annoyingly popular. The two couldn't go a day without taking jabs at each other. But when a heated sports festival leads to a risky bet-brains versus brawn-their rivalry takes on a whole new meaning. Between late-night study sessions, court-side dares, and the growing tension neither of them can ignore, Keiju and Minje realize this isn't just about winning anymore. Because sometimes... losing might mean falling.