Texting/reading au. Jisung forgot about it. Minho didn't. Minho came back to remind him. To make Jisung finally his. Make Jisung remember the night, Minho couldn't stop thinking about it.

Jisung and Minho are university students. Jisung never had boyfriend in his life. Their little innocent squirrel as his friends called him, but he always wanted to find love. To find his winter love. But he never found anyone that pretty and beautiful as Lee Minho. His beauty struck Jisung as lighting bolt. Minho had dated his fair share of people, but he never found the one, never found the person who would make him feel like Jisung does. Minho couldn't get enough of Jisung's beauty. Slow and beautiful love bloomed between Jisung and Minho. Their winter love.

"Jisung are you okay?" Minho asked, as muscle memory he reached out to Jisung but was pushed away immediately. "Fuck off, Minho." Jisung said, it sounded so tired, not heated, just tired. "Leave me alone, for gods sake." Jisung said, crunching down, he buried his head in his knees. Minho couldn't just stand and watch as Jisung was breaking down just before his eyes, but before he could even move Jisung spoke. "I meant it Minho, fuck off." Jisung repeated but something told Minho don't leave. His heart was hurting because he was hurting Jisung. "I don't want to leave you." Minho said, it was the truth, the real truth. "You already did that, Minho. It was 3 years ago, did you already forgot?" Jisung said, his voice breaking with each word. "You left me." Jisung repeated.

One night..... Two strangers. And suddenly Jisung and Minho are couple. A fake one? Who knows? Maybe it's not that fake to begin with.

Minho is a vampire. Jisung is human. What happens when those two meet and Jisung smells insanely sweet? Too sweet for Minho to function properly. Too forbidden. Will Minho break and sink his teeth into Jisung's neck for that one drop of his sweet blood, or he manages to hold out?

Two species. Angels and vampires. They never liked each other. In fact, they were sworn enemies. Jisung and Minho were sworn enemies. They never liked each other. But something along the way starts changing, lines starts to blurt, tension starts crack. And whole enemies for life thing? It starts to become something else entirely.

Hate was the word everyone used when it came to Hyunjin and Seungmin. Seungmin thought Hyunjin was too loud, too dramatic, too annoying. Hyunjin thought Seungmin was too cocky for his own good. Hate was familiar for them. That was the only feeling they felt for each other until it wasn't. There's a saying: there's a thin line between love and hate.

Han Jisung- loud, flirty, unapologetic, unfiltered, chaotic, maybe a little crazy, wears confidence like it's his first skin, sharp-tongued suddenly appears in the dark alley where he shouldn't be. One wrong sentence, one stupid nickname directed at cruel mafia boss who's hands wrapped around his throat and Jisung's life turns upside down.