Park Chaeyoung was held at a gunpoint by Jeon Jungkook, for interfering his work. As she gets to know more about him, she gets to know how dangerous he is living in.

Getting married so fast, never cross Chaeyoung mind. But what she can do when her parents included. And what her soon to be husband look like? Note : * This is my first time writing on wattpad. English is not my mother language. So bear with my grammatical error^^. * My first book :) Published : 10/12/2020 Finished : 03/01/2021

nana is a renowned serial killer in seoul, korea. nobody has caught them, they don't even know who it could possibly be. that was until detective in training lee jeno gives the case a try.

❝ Don't mess with the nonexistent. ❞ when there is no more room in hell, the dead will walk on earth. ▬▬ status: completed ✓ a nct dream fanfiction a mystery / thriller au © minsyeuga 2020

when death calls, will you answer it? ▬▬ [trigger warning! contains certain topics: abuse, suicide, death, self-harm, and murder] status: completed ✓ nct | mark fanfiction an angel of death au © minsyeuga 2020

❝ do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? ❞ ⤷ rosé is unwillingly engaged to another man, and jaehyun makes his way back into her life. ©chunghasnaps

a social media au where SNU students rosé and jaehyun are coincidentally number neighbours. lowercase intended. [all characters, events and social media posts potrayed in this story are purely fiction. any resemblance is coincidental]

She continued to gaze at him, not caring if anyone had noticed, with eyes full of desire. All she wanted was to be with him, but it was impossible; there was nothing she can do. For she was just a mere princess who was head over heels for the brave warrior. ©Diana_1203⎪15 January 2017

If Rosé Park were to describe Dr. Jaehyun Jung before, she'd say without thinking twice that he's a snobbish, self-centered antipathic guy who doesn't tinker a damn. However, now that she got to know him better, she figured out that Jaehyun is a man of gentleness. His profound compassion was the bridge; it just took time to depend on her weight to it. He extended his gentle hand and stayed while she showed her the scars, the chaotic mess, the dreadful fear. He reluctantly let her come close, let her hide, let her return without shame. Every time she thought he'd had enough there was only patience she never felt she'd earned. Note: The graphics that I used is not mine.

❝She doesn't know his name. She doesn't know where he comes from. She doesn't know anything about him. But she knows she will always find him on her couch passed out from gunshot or stabbing wounds... Like always, she has no choice but to tend to his wounds and save his life. And like always, he leaves without saying goodbye.❞ A Rosekook Fanfiction