Description: Lee Minho has hated Han Jisung since the day they met. The loud, messy, squirrel-faced troublemaker who always steals the spotlight, talks back in class, and somehow still ends up with better grades than him. Minho wants nothing more than to wipe that annoying smirk off Jisung's face. Until one heated argument after school turns into something else entirely. Now they're sneaking into empty classrooms, locking the practice room door, and trading vicious insults between desperate kisses. Minho tells himself it's just hate sex - raw, angry, no strings attached. Jisung is nothing but a convenient outlet for all his frustration. But when the hate starts feeling too good, when Jisung starts moaning Minho's name like he means it, and when those stolen moments begin to linger longer than they should... Minho realizes he might be in deeper trouble than he thought. Because hating Han Jisung was easy. Wanting him? Needing him? That's going to destroy them both. Enemies to lovers. Hate sex. High school AU. Possessive Minho. Bratty Jisung. Lots of tension, bite marks, and "just one more time" lies.

Halloween, 1997. Six college friends just want a low-key Halloween weekend - VHS horror marathons, their Halloween parties, and avoiding midterms. But when they find a strange flyer for a one-night only carnival, curiosity wins out over common sense. The fair isn't on any map. No one in town has ever seen it. And yet... by Halloween night, the Ferris wheel is glowing on the horizon, and old music is drifting through the cold autumn air. What begins as a night of rides and cheap thrills turns into something far darker. The games aren't fair, the prizes aren't prizes, and the smiling workers seem to know more about the friends than they should. Whispers of unexplained disappearances trace back to the 1930s. And as secrets unravel, the group realizes that not everyone came to Harrow's Fair by accident - and not everyone will leave. In a place where the line between attraction and nightmare blurs, survival may depend on trusting the very person you're afraid of.