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Han Jisung sings about forbidden love every night on stage... velvet voice dripping with longing for someone he can't touch. He never thought the lyrics would come true. With Eclipse's comeback exploding, the threats get too close: leaked photos, creepy gifts, sasaengs at the door. The company sends Lee Minho. Tall. Cold. Lethally hot. Professional bodyguard who moves into their dorm, shadows every schedule, and gets assigned primarily to Jisung "for safety reasons." One problem: proximity is constant. Dorm hallways at 5 a.m. Cramped vans. Backstage corners barely big enough for two. Hotel rooms with only one bed "by accident." Another problem: it's forbidden. Dating ban. Company rules. Minho's job on the line. But honey-lemon tea appears every morning. A strong arm blocks crowds without thinking. Quiet "are you okay?"s in the dark after close calls. Jisung's heart doesn't care about rules anymore. And Minho? He's starting to forget why he's not allowed to burn the world down for the boy he's supposed to protect. In the spotlight, they're idol and shadow. Offstage, they're something dangerously close to real.

In the heart of a bustling city, two worlds collide in the most chaotic way possible. Lee Minho, the cold-as-ice CEO of Lee Enterprises, lives a life of pristine suits, boardroom battles, and zero tolerance for nonsense. Enter Han Jisung, a loud, reckless skateboarder who thrives on chaos, zooming through life with a grin and a trail of candy wrappers. When Jisung's board slams into Minho's shins, their lives tangle in a whirlwind of comedy, sparks, and unexpected heart flutters. From spilled coffee to stolen kisses, this is a story of opposites attracting... where icy control meets fiery chaos, and love might just be the biggest wipeout of all. Will Minho's frosty heart melt for Jisung's wild spirit? Or will their clashing worlds end in a spectacular crash? "Life's boring without a little chaos, suit guy. Lucky for you, I'm the best kind of trouble." Jisung said smirking as he picks up Minho's scattered papers.

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Velkommen til et kig ind i min verden. Jeg hedder Anna og er 25 år. Jeg er uddannet fysioterapeut og er ansat hos Herning-Ikast. Jeg har set spillet håndbold i mange år, men måtte stoppe grundet skader. Men håndbolden har jeg ikke helt lagt på hylden. *** Følg med i Annas liv når hendes karriere ændre sig. Hun ender tilfældigt med til træning hos herrelandsholdet, og derfra ændres nogle ting hos Anna. Kærlighed, venskaber, karriere og opmærksomhed. Highest rank on fanfiktion: #1

✧ Ink & Band-Aids ✧ [ minsung • slow burn • single dad × teen therapist • hurt/comfort • age gap • bad boy!minho × soft clumsy!jisung ] Lee Minho doesn't do feelings. He does tattoos, motorcycles, black coffee at 3 a.m., and raising his 13-year-old daughter alone after her mom bailed. He definitely doesn't do pastel offices, glitter gel pens, or clumsy therapists who blush every time he walks into the room. Han Jisung is sunshine wrapped in cardigans and anxiety. He trips over air, cries at Disney movies, and believes every broken teenager deserves someone who stays. He was NOT prepared for the walking red flag that is Lee Minho, leather jacket, neck tattoos, zero filter, and a stare that makes Jisung forget how words work. When Minho's daughter Sooyoung starts therapy for her depression, sparks weren't supposed to fly. But between late-night emergency calls, shared ramen at 2 a.m., Minho growling "you're too soft for this world" and Jisung whispering "then let me be soft for both of you," something dangerous starts blooming. One is ink and sharp edges. The other is band-aids and vanilla candles. And somehow, they fit. ↺ slow burn so slow you'll want to throw your phone ↺ grumpy tattooed single dad minho who falls first (and falls HARD) ↺ shy therapist jisung who trips into love (literally) ↺ teen daughter who becomes the ultimate wingwoman ↺ found family, mental health rep, tears, laughter. ↺ "who hurt you?" "my daughter's therapist in round glasses" warnings: discussions of depression, self-harm (not graphic), age gap (all legal), explicit chapters later, minho has a dirty mouth and jisung has a praise kink we will get there "you can't fix her, glitter pen." "i'm not trying to fix her. i'm trying to stay." minho's jaw clenched. "then stay for me too." drop a vote if you're crying, comment if you're screaming, follow for pain ♡

☾ BLOOD ON THE CROWN ☽ Enemies to lovers | Mafia heirs | Slowest burn you'll ever fucking scream at. In Seoul's underworld, only one throne matters. Two heirs want it. Only one can sit on it. And they'd rather carve each other's hearts out than share. Hwang Hyunjin (24) Cold. Cruel. Untouchable. The Hwang empire's golden son who doesn't give a fuck about power; he was born in it, bathed in it, and he's bored of it. All he wants is for the annoying blond psycho to stop trying to murder him every five seconds. Lee Yongbok (Felix) (23) Beautiful. Ruthless. Starving for fear. The Lee family's secret weapon with a smile sharp enough to cut throats and a voice deep enough to make angels sin. He will become the most feared name in this city, even if he has to step over Hyunjin's corpse to do it. They've hated each other since they were teenagers. Guns drawn at galas. Knives under tables. Blood on marble floors. Every encounter ends in threats, broken glass, and tension so thick you could choke on it. But hate and want are two sides of the same blade. 20 chapters of pure venom, filthy tension, and "touch him and die" glares before either of them even thinks about admitting they're obsessed. Knives against throats. Whiskey on lips. Hands fisted in shirts that should've been ripped off ten chapters ago. This isn't a love story. This is war. And the battlefield just got a lot wetter. Warning: strong language in every chapter, violence, explicit sexual content (later), power play, morally black characters, and two idiots who would rather burn the city down than say "I want you" before chapter 20.

Every century, the gods play a cruel game. They choose one soul. They make them so beautiful that a single glimpse of their bare face stops hearts... literally. Blood freezes. Breath dies. Bodies fall like flowers in frost. Han Jisung is this year's chosen. For three years he's worn the black veil that hides everything but his terrified eyes. For three years he's watched people he loves drop dead the moment the cloth slips. His little brother was the last. Now Jisung lives like a ghost, whispering apologies to the wind, convinced he is a walking graveyard. Until Lee Minho happens. Minho, the broke firewood seller with a mouth meaner than winter and hands gentler than spring. Minho, who insults everyone but carries old ladies home when it snows. Minho, who hears the rumors ("Don't look at the veiled boy, you'll die!") and answers with a bored, "Then I'll die. Move." He drags Jisung out of the angry mob. Gives him his only robe. Feeds him cold rice without asking for the story first. And when Jisung trembles, "You'll die if you see my face..." Minho just snorts. "좋아. 그럼 같이 죽자. (Fine. Then we'll die together.)" They say only true love can look upon the cursed beauty and live. But Minho doesn't believe in fairy tales. He believes in the way Jisung's fingers shake when he eats. In the way Jisung flinches from every shadow except his. In the way those cinnamon eyes look at him... not with fear, but with something dangerous. Hope. So let the whole city call it a death sentence. Minho's already decided: If loving a cursed boy kills him, he'll make sure it's the slowest, warmest death in history. Because for the first time in three years, Han Jisung wants to live. And for the first time in his entire life, Lee Minho wants to smile.

i hate you. I hate the way you look at me. I hate the way you watch me from across the room. I hate that you're always there. But mostly? I hate that i don't hate you at all. in which Lee Minho pretends to hate Han Jisung to keep him safe. And han jisung pretends not to notice. They're both terrible liars. ~ The rain is cold. The rose petals from that first day are scattered at their feet, dead now. Jisung's voice breaks as he shoves Minho hard. "Does being gay disgust you? SAY IT." Minho doesn't move. Doesn't fight. Just looks at him with something raw and aching. Then his hand lifts. Trembling. Touches Jisung's wet cheek. "Jisung." That's all. Just his name. But it's enough.