To everyone who knows him, Han Jisung is nothing. A clumsy, soft-spoken boy who works at a convenience store, smiles too easily and couldn't hurt a fly. Harmless, forgettable and painfully ordinary. They have no idea. Within the world's most dangerous organization - twelve elite assassins, each a ghost, each representing a month of the year - he is Steel Heart. And Steel Heart didn't earn that name by being soft. Two faces. One person. A life built on perfect control. By now, Jisung has truly mastered the art of living two lives. Then Hwang Hyunjin walks through his convenience store door. Loud, unpredictable and utterly unconcerned with the concept of personal space. Everything Steel Heart was trained to eliminate - chaos, distraction, emotion. But somewhere between the midnight missions and the morning shifts, Hyunjin begins to see past both versions of him. And somehow, against every instinct Jisung has ever honed, he can't bring himself to let go. Beautiful as heaven. Wicked as hell. But even the coldest hearts melts

"We kept crossing the line, pretending it was an accident - until it wasn't." Lee Know and his friends are planning a short trip, a sort of escape from their routine, without any big plans. By mistake (or irresponsibility), they end up with an extra ticket. Instead of wasting it, they decide to sell it online at the last minute. Lee Know doesn't think it's a good idea. But he doesn't insist too much either. 𝘼 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. Fan art credits to rightful owner! 🥇#leeknow - 30/03/26 🥇#leeminho - 30/03/26 🥇#kpop - 04/04/26 🥈#jisung - 30/03/26

He groans into my mouth, and I use that moment to push back, trying to take control again. But Han is stronger than he looks, and for once, he's not letting me win. "Frustrated?" he murmurs between kisses, smirking against my lips. I bite at his jaw in response, making him inhale sharply. "You're fucking impossible." "And you love it." I don't get the chance to argue before his hands are suddenly at my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand, his grip strong and unwavering. His other hand slides beneath my shirt, fingers skimming over my stomach, moving higher, higher- A shudder wracks through me before I can stop it. Han feels it. He fucking feels it. His smirk grows. "You're shaking." ༶•┈┈୨୧┈┈•༶ WARNINGS: - Coarse Language - Smut - Violence - Abuse - Mention of suicide ❗I do not ship the Stray Kids members together. I am not assuming their sexuality. This is a fanfic from my imagination, the characters and plot are not real. If this book makes you uncomfortable, please don't read it. ❗ #1 in samsung 🥇 #5 in hyunsung 🏅