❝It is famously said that time heals all wounds and alleviates the pain. But it cannot erase what it leaves behind - the scars, the ghosts, and the truths we choose not to see.❞ ATTENTION : this book deals with triggering themes. Elaborate warnings are issued in the foreword section. Readers discretion is advised. ｢ONGOING」 A liskook au. ©staerryy™ | 2025.

Seven different narratives of two souls, loving each other, craving lust, resulting in sweet or tragic stories.

The Jeon and the Manoban started a friendly competition on their wine business that sparked into a more serious rivalry causing their children to do the same on their neighbor next door. So when Jungkook Jeon became the student body president instead of Lalisa Manoban, it was easy for her to hate him and when Lisa won the dance competition Jungkook was passionate about, it was also easy for him to hate her not until the night of the masquerade ball and someone got the courage to steal the other one's first kiss.

✦ ONGOING Moments suspended. Eyes that speak. Nights that burn. A curated collection of intimate one-shots, minimalist in words, vivid in feeling. --- Step inside. Stay a while. Feel it all. © Veloratique | 2025 ✓

{Original work} Jungkook : "One might think you'd be less... conspicuous, given recent events." Lisa: "Well, if it isn't the golden boy finally gracing us with his presence." The air in the exclusive lounge seemed to crackle with a subtle tension the moment her voice, laced with a hint of something he couldn't quite place - was it disdain? - cut through the polite murmur. He turned, a practiced smile faltering for just a fraction of a second as his eyes met hers, a flicker of something equally sharp igniting within him. The blinding glare of a thousand camera flashes couldn't quite erase the tremor in her hand as she reached for a champagne flute across the crowded after-party, her fingers brushing his sleeve by accident. He offered a practiced, dazzling smile that didn't quite reach his eyes before turning away to field another congratulatory remark, leaving her with the fleeting ghost of his touch and the echoing hollowness of the celebration. My original story Do not copy