In which he's bitter, and she's sweet. Kim Seungmin, now a successful CEO running both a clothing line and a beauty brand, never expected to see his past walk right back into his life. Park Jiwoo, on the other hand, works as a cheerful waitress at a busy restaurant in downtown Seoul. One night, Seungmin stops by the restaurant just to clear his head, but fate has other plans. When Jiwoo shows up at his table with her usual bright smile, their eyes meet, and in an instant, both of them realize it. After all these years, the high school sweethearts are face-to-face again.

Eight lives, one city, and a thousand ways to break. A teacher searching for connection in late-night songs. A trainer pushing bodies to their limits while ignoring his own. A journalist who sharpens words into weapons to protect himself. A student still wandering the edges of belonging. An heir crushed by expectations he never chose. A boy laughing too loudly to cover the silence inside. And then there's Hyunjin and Felix. One returns home carrying ghosts and a phoenix on his skin. For him, love has always felt like a countdown to disaster, a cycle of intense passion followed by inevitable ruin. The other builds dreams out of sugar and sunlight, terrified of what happens when someone gets too close. For him, protecting himself meant keeping everyone at arm's length. Waiting for his "great love" mattered most. Together, they crash into each other's worlds - fragile, magnetic, and inevitable. Can two people terrified of ruining each other learn to stay when the weather turns-or were they always destined to be just another "almost"? Violet Eden is about love and betrayal, family and fire - and the danger of finding hope in someone who might just burn you alive. Side Ships ⋆Minsung ⋆Jeongchan ⋆Seungbin

"Are you comfortable with me being your girlfriend? I know how hard it would be to you as an idol. I made you wait so long for me to be ready and I will manage if you want to push this relationship back a few months." His eyes narrowed as he looked at me, "I'm not pushing this back. I've waited long enough, and now that I have you, I'm not letting go. Not for the industry, not for anyone." [ #1 in kimseungmin #2 in leefelix #4 in leeyongbok #4 in seochangbin #5 in bangchan #7 in IN #8 in leeminho #17 in leefelix #18 in straykids ]

Felix never meant to fall in love with a painting. Fresh to Seoul and feeling out of place, he finds warmth in an art gallery tucked between grey streets. Among the canvases, one artist's work speaks to something deep in him - something tender, something hidden. The gallery's quiet caretaker, Hyunjin, seems distant but kind. And slowly, quietly, Felix finds himself coming back. Again and again. What he doesn't know is that the artist behind the paintings is the man he's falling for. And what Hyunjin doesn't expect... is that he's painting his muse in real time. A slow-burn story of art, secrets, and the quiet way two souls can find each other.

After Han Jisung lost the people he loved the most, Jisung is left trying to hold everything together for himself and his little sister. At school, he try's to keep himself together so his friends don't get worried. Until Lee Minho gets introduced to him by his friends, and can see right through Jisung. Jisung thought he could never love anyone except his little sister, but he was so wrong. ⚠️TWs⚠️ -strong language -panic attacks -mentions of family lost -self harm (barely)

Stars and Raindrops | A Hwang Hyunjin FF Quiet and reserved Y/n only tolerates romance in fiction. She doesn't believe in "love at first sight", and she's only ever attracted to her perfect fictional characters. She much prefers the company of words and mostly keeps to herself in the comfort of the journalism club. Enter the ever friendly and popular Hyunjin, the boy from the volleyball team that she needs to interview for the school newspaper. Everyone seems to be captivated by him and she doesn't get it. Little did she know, he's the one who will teach her that not only stars and raindrops fall.

Hyunjin doesn't mean to end up in the small gallery tucked between a bakery and an alleyway- but it's raining, and the door's open, and he's tired in a way he can't explain. Aeri doesn't recognize him. She's too busy trying to remember what it means to make art that feels like hers again. They don't talk much at first. Then they do. Not about everything, but about the things that matter. Sketchbooks are exchanged. Silence is shared. Somewhere in the middle of all that stillness, they start becoming something to each other. Not lovers. Not strangers. Just... safe. And when the world starts noticing, neither of them runs. They just stay exactly where they are. ૮₍ '• ˕ •' ₎ა This story is quiet on purpose. I started 'something that feels quiet' because I wanted to explore what it means to be known in silence, not because of who you are to the world, but because of who you are when no one's looking. It's not a story about grand confessions or fast-paced drama. It's about the small things: an unreadable look, the stillness between two people, the comfort of being seen without being recognized. Aeri and Hyunjin's connection isn't loud. It's soft and slow, like art you stand in front of for a long time before realizing why it moves you. If you've ever felt burnt out, like your presence takes up too much space, or maybe not enough, I hope this story gives you a moment of peace-something gentle, something still. Thank you for being here and for letting quiet things have space to bloom. - H

I'm doing this for myself ig??? I kinda need a sec before I write any stories. But I promise I KNOW WHAT IM DOING HERE. And I will freaking cut the bullshit like it's fruit ninja. I got everything from skin to hair to mindset to style, and tips for EVERYONE. This is also a little mental health guide as well :) I have read so many studies and seen thousands of glow up guides at this point, plus I have had more glow ups than I can count. I got you, with basic stuff to weird hacks that make no sense but work. Like Wongyoungism on crystal crack. Have fun with this shit TRIGGER WARNING: I curse. As you can see.