The city called him a monster. To his enemies, Jay was the man whose name never needed to be spoken twice. A gentleman draped in tailored suits and polished manners, yet one command from him could make entire empires crumble. His hands stayed clean, his conscience did not. Then, one ordinary afternoon, everything changed because of a forgotten diary. It was tucked inside a box of abandoned belongings, its pages filled with pressed flowers, coffee stains, childish sketches, and stories that made no sense to anyone except the person who wrote them. The owner signed every entry with the same name. Jungwon. A florist who found beauty in wilted petals, danced alone while watering roses, and somehow believed every stranger deserved kindness. His words were playful, warm, and impossibly alive. Jay should have thrown the diary away. Instead, he found himself reading it every night. He smiled at jokes no one else would understand. He wondered if Jungwon had eaten breakfast. He caught himself worrying whether the boy remembered an umbrella when the forecast promised rain. His men thought he was hunting a witness. Only Jay knew the truth. He wasn't searching for an enemy. He was searching for the owner of the handwriting that had made the most ruthless man in the city turn every page with the care of holding a butterfly. (Jaywon btw🌺 and I miss Heeseung...)

EVALUATION ROOM 3: No one lasts with him. Every psychologist assigned to Jay leaves—transfers, refusals, silence. Reports call him unstable, manipulative, unpredictable. He doesn’t shout or lash out. He just watches… waits… and gets into people’s heads without trying. Then Jungwon is assigned. Calm. Composed. Unreadable. He walks into Evaluation Room 3 without hesitation, taking his seat across from Jay like it’s nothing. No fear. No reaction. Just quiet observation. And for the first time—Jay doesn’t look away first. Because Jungwon doesn’t try to control him, doesn’t flinch, doesn’t break. He just listens. And that’s worse. Now the sessions aren’t evaluations anymore—they’re a game. Jay pushes, searching for cracks, while Jungwon watches, already seeing more than he says. And somewhere between silence and conversation, something shifts. Because Jungwon might be the only person Jay can’t manipulate—and Jay might be the only one trying.

In a quiet town that feels too small for secrets, Jungwon moves in with his aunt, cold-eyed, guarded, and impossible to ignore. Jay, a passionate photographer, lives for capturing fleeting beauty… until his lens lands on Jungwon. One stolen photo turns into a heated confrontation, but neither of them walks away unchanged. Some moments aren’t meant to be deleted… and some people refuse to be forgotten.

“Tumhari Aukaat, Meri Duniya” The city never sleeps. It just changes masks. On one side of it, there are glass towers, black cars, and names that open every locked door without effort. Sunghoon was born into that side. A mafia boss’s son. Polished. Untouchable. The kind of rich that makes silence feel like a warning. People lower their voices when he enters a room, even when he says nothing at all. On the other side… there’s survival. Alarms that don’t ring early enough. Empty wallets stretched into impossible shapes. Nights split between jobs that blur into mornings. Heeseung lives there. Four jobs. Always smiling. Always tired in a way no one notices unless they look too closely. The kind of boy who apologizes for taking up space he never asked for. They were never supposed to meet. Not in the same world. Not in the same sentence. Not even in the same breath. But fate doesn’t care about class, or bloodlines, or rules written by people who think they own the night. It only cares about timing. And that night… at an empty park swing under a flickering streetlight… their timing finally broke.

🧊“Champagne & Turbulence” 🔥 The city thinks Heeseung and Sunghoon are divorcing. No public appearances. No matching rings in interviews. No anniversary posts. Rumors spread like wildfire through high society and mafia circles alike. Truth? Sunghoon locked Heeseung out of their penthouse for forgetting their anniversary. Now they’re trapped together on a private jet heading to a mafia dinner party full of dangerous men in expensive suits. Turbulence shakes the cabin while they argue in low, sharply married voices. Sunghoon keeps twisting his wedding ring unconsciously whenever he’s upset. Heeseung notices every time. At the dinner, criminals fall silent watching them. Heeseung handles business while Sunghoon, half-drunk beside him, quietly ranks everyone’s outfits like he’s judging a runway instead of illegal negotiations. Then sometime after midnight, Sunghoon disappears. And Heeseung gets a call. “Baby,” Sunghoon murmurs through the noise of the club, voice lazy and dangerous, “come get your husband before I start causing expensive problems again.” 🍷

The hallway buzzed with noise, students shoving past each other carelessly as Jay walked through the crowd with his usual dark expression. One wrong look from him was enough to make people move out of the way instantly. His phone buzzed again. Another message from his father. Another threat disguised as “discipline.” Jay’s jaw tightened. Then suddenly— thud. Someone walked straight into him. Books hit the floor. Jay snapped immediately. “Are you 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 blind—” The words stopped halfway. A boy stood frozen in front of him, crouched slightly as he hurried to pick up his books. Soft hands. Quiet breathing. Pretty eyes hidden beneath messy dark hair. He looked delicate. Ethereal almost. Like he belonged somewhere quieter than this filthy hallway. “…Sorry,” the boy murmured softly without looking up. Jay just stared. His anger vanished so fast it almost pissed him off more. Around them, the hallway had gone silent. Everyone expected screaming. Violence. Another broken nose against the lockers. But Jay didn’t move. The boy finally looked up. And for the first time in years, Jay forgot what he was angry about.

CEO x Hacker❤️‍🔥 Jungwon is known for being trouble. Funny, shameless, ridiculously handsome, always involved in some kind of chaos. Teachers hate him, classmates love him, and nobody can ever tell when he’s actually being serious. What nobody knows is that Jungwon is also a hacker. Not some dramatic criminal mastermind. He just started messing with coding out of boredom and got way too good at it. Breaking into random systems became a game to him. One sleepless night, he hacks into the private servers of one of Korea’s biggest tech companies for fun. Huge mistake. Because the company belongs to Jay. A young CEO known for being calm, unreadable, and terrifyingly intelligent. Jay traces the breach almost immediately. But instead of reporting Jungwon, he becomes interested in the boy who somehow treats hacking a billion-dollar company like a late-night hobby. And Jungwon only makes it worse by laughing in Jay’s face the first time they meet. 🖤

Yang Jungwon works the night shift at a 24-hour diner on the edge of the city, serving drunk strangers and pretending not to notice blood on expensive suits. One customer keeps coming back. Same booth. Same black gloves. Same unreadable stare. Park Jay never orders food. Just coffee. And every time he appears, someone ends up dead somewhere in the city before sunrise. Jungwon tries to ignore him. Until one rainy night, a man stumbles into the diner injured and terrified, grabbing Jungwon’s wrist hard enough to bruise. “Hide me,” he whispers. “Please.” The bell above the door rings. Jay walks in. The entire diner goes silent. Then Jay calmly removes his gloves, looks directly at Jungwon, and says: “You’re holding something that belongs to me.” (Jays a mafia boss btw)

In Seoul, arranged marriages between mafia families are normal. Love isn’t. After a violent attack leaves Mr. Yang severely injured, the balance between the underground empires begins collapsing. Rival organizations circle the Yang family like wolves sensing blood. Which leaves only one solution. A marriage alliance. So the heads of both families arrange the engagement between their sons: Jay, the terrifying heir of the Park mafia empire. And Jungwon, the cold and private son of the Yang family. Neither of them wants it. Jay thinks Jungwon is insufferably controlling. Jungwon thinks Jay is violent, arrogant, and impossible to deal with. They argue constantly. At meetings. At dinners. In front of bodyguards. Jungwon hates how Jay acts like he owns every room he enters. Jay hates how Jungwon never looks intimidated by him. But the marriage happens anyAnd slowly, hatred starts blurring into something far more dangerous. Because underneath Jay’s calm cruelty is obsession. The type that makes him silently stand in front of Jungwon during shootings. The type that makes entire streets get locked down because Jungwon went missing for twenty minutes. The type that makes rivals terrified to even say Jungwon’s name carelessly. Meanwhile Jungwon stays stern and sharp-tongued, but Jay starts noticing things nobody else does: the way Jungwon secretly checks if Jay’s injured after fights how Jungwon waits up at night until Jay gets home the way his hands shake slightly after violent incidents even though his expression never changes how Jungwon only falls asleep properly when Jay is nearby And the worst part? They know exactly how dangerous this is...

“Fake Dating a Villain” After his parents died, Jungwon was left buried under debt while trying to take care of his grandmother and survive university. He works multiple jobs, barely sleeps, and somehow still smiles through everything. Then one horrible night, he accidentally ruins an important event hosted by the infamous heir of a powerful company: Jay. Jay is known as cold, ruthless, and impossible to approach. Rumors follow him everywhere: he destroys people without mercy he’s terrifying in business he’s incapable of love So when Jay suddenly offers Jungwon a contract, Jungwon thinks he’s hallucinating. “Date me for six months. Publicly. I’ll pay your debts.” Jay needs a fake relationship to silence endless media pressure and family expectations. Jungwon needs money badly enough to agree. At first, it’s strictly business. But the lines blur fast.. 🍷🥂⚠️🥀

The wedding hall glittered like a cage made of diamonds. Politicians laughed too loudly, CEOs raised crystal glasses, and somewhere beneath all the gold and velvet sat Jay, the man everyone feared enough to respect. Calm eyes. Sharp suit. Hands stained with secrets nobody dared mention aloud. A mafia boss wrapped in elegance. And beside him? Jungwon looked seconds away from committing a crime in front of the priest. The CEO's spoiled, loud, reckless son hated everything about this arranged marriage. Hated Jay’s unreadable expression. Hated how calm he stayed no matter how many insults Jungwon threw at him. Hated how everyone acted terrified of a man who barely even raised his voice. But Jay never reacted. Not when Jungwon rolled his eyes. Not when he tried to leave the ceremony twice. Not even when Jungwon whispered, “I’d rather marry a stray raccoon.” Jay only adjusted his cufflinks and replied softly, “Good thing you’re marrying me instead.” (My bad if someone did the same idea pls let me know and Ill edit it🤗)

This is wonnieeeee Anyways, you can do whatever you want bc um I'm lazy ASF today🤓

🌿🪴“The Florist’s Verdict”💐🌺 The city is loud in all the ways that don’t matter. Jungwon has just moved here after a transfer, stepping into a new job as a (You pick) with too many thoughts and not enough time to sort them. He lives with his blind mother, who still sends him out with small, careful instructions that feel heavier than they should. Today it’s tulips. He repeats it under his breath as he walks home from work, drifting through unfamiliar streets, half-listening to his own thoughts. Somewhere between exhaustion and routine, he ends up in a quiet flower shop tucked away from the main road. Inside, everything feels controlled. Deliberate. Almost too perfect. Jay is there—calm, composed, known in the city for flowers that look almost unreal. A gentleman to customers, a name people associate with beauty. But not everything beautiful is harmless.Jay is a respected florist, gentle and admired—but he has a disturbing obsession with “correcting” those who unfairly judge art. When Jungwon steps inside, something shifts, and a dangerous connection begins to form between them precision. ( btw and ur Jungwon or just pick whoever bc the AI won't understan🤓😘)

🩸“The Weight He Carries”🕯 Jay is a highly respected psychologist. Calm voice, steady eyes, the kind of warmth that makes people feel seen without trying. He’s known for helping “impossible cases.” Then Jungwon walks in. He doesn’t talk much. Doesn’t trust easily. Carries years of quiet neglect like it’s stitched into his bones. He’s not dramatic about his pain… which makes it heavier. Jay notices something others miss: Jungwon isn’t trying to be saved. He’s just… tired. And for the first time in Jay’s career, this isn’t about solving a case. It’s about reaching someone who doesn’t believe he’s worth reaching.

“Drunk, Married… and Employed? 💍🖤” Jay, a powerful mafia boss who treats the world like a chessboard, is searching for a new secretary. His acquaintance, Hwang Hyunjin, lends him his current one—warning him about how bossy, sassy, and dangerously adorable Jungwon is. Jay doesn’t even open the resume. That same night, drowning in neon lights and expensive liquor, Jay spots someone unreal at the bar—Jungwon. Ethereal face, messy energy, zero filter. Drunk Jungwon? A whole performance. He rants, complains, flirts without realizing, and then— “Ugh I just want a tall, handsome gentleman husband… wait—YOU. You’re literally my type. Let’s get married.” Napkin rings. Tongue peeking out in concentration. A smug little grin as he slides it on Jay’s finger— “Hmm. You’re mine now.” Jay lets it happen. Because why not? Jungwon passes out. Jay sends him home. Next morning, Jay finally opens the resume… and there it is. That same angel face. That same menace [it starts from where jay sees jungwon]

“Before We Knew Each Other” Airports feel like borrowed time—too loud to think, too fast to feel. Lee Heeseung returns to Korea after his father’s death, forced to step into the role of Prime Minister, a position he never wanted, built on expectation rather than choice, where every move will now be watched and judged. In his arms is his 2-year-old son Gu-won, unusually quiet, observing everything with unsettling awareness, as if he already understands the weight of the world. At the boarding gate, Heeseung’s steps slow when he sees him— Yang Jungwon, another single father, standing composed and unreadable, holding 1-year-old Minjun, a child with the same calm gaze, the same sharp stillness, mirroring Jungwon in a way that feels almost deliberate. For a moment, the noise of the airport fades, like the world is holding its breath, and something unspoken shifts between two strangers who shouldn’t feel familiar at all.

“﹄Chaos Runs on My Clock ﹃” The Samsung headquarters is pristine, polished, untouchable. Everything has its place. Every employee moves with precision. Every project is flawless… except when I’m in the room. Yang Jungwon—dramatic, sharp, untamed—enters like a storm wrapped in confidence. Every glance, every gesture screams: I am perfection, notice me. Papers slide across tables, fingers tap impatiently, and the room can’t help but pause. And then there’s him—Park Jongseong, CEO of Samsung, calm, composed, untouchable… and instantly intrigued. He watches me critique his work like a maestro observing a tragic orchestra, a small, amused smile on his lips. Two forces collide. One is a whirlwind of sass, drama, and self-love. The other is a calm storm, quietly entertained. And suddenly… nothing in this office feels normal anymore..

⏤͟͟͞͞Through His Lens⏤͟͟͞͞ Willowbrook Vale was quiet 🌿—a kind of quiet I wasn’t used to. Back in the city, I had everything—money, status, a life people envied 💼—but it all felt suffocating. So I left, bringing only my camera 📷. Minjun dragged me along the hills while talking about his grandmother, but I was focused on the light 🌤️. That’s when I saw it—a train resting in the rain, wrapped in wildflowers 🚆🌸. I lifted my camera. Click. Then the door opened. A boy stepped out under a clear umbrella ☂️, small, flawless… unreal. He smiled—and everything stilled. I couldn’t look away. Who was he? 👀✨He stepped out slowly, a clear umbrella above him ☂️, rain tracing soft lines around his silhouette. Small waist, delicate figure, glossy hair catching the dim light, skin so smooth it almost blurred reality ✨ [ur jungwon or anything. Requests in comments]

↺ Silent Static↻ Dorm 217 wasn’t meant to feel like this. One side of the room is too neat, too quiet—like no one really lives there. The other is messy, warm, filled with soft laughter that never quite reaches the eyes. Lee Heeseung is everything people admire—top of the class, effortlessly perfect, untouchable. But behind that stillness is a boy who feels nothing anymore, moving through life like a machine running on empty. Jake Sim is the opposite—bright, friendly, always smiling. The kind of person everyone likes. The kind who makes everything feel lighter… even when he’s quietly sinking. Silent Static They’ve never spoken. Never needed to. Until now. A new semester forces them into the same dorm, the same space, the same silence. One doesn’t feel enough. One feels too much. And somewhere between silence and laughter… something starts to crack.

🍪☕Latte Love🍰🧋 Jay is the owner of a cozy, popular café—handsome, polite, always courteous with customers, and effortlessly charming. Everyone loves him… but he saves a different energy for Jungwon.Jungwon is the new intern—adorable, sassy, bossy, and absolutely impossible to ignore. He complains about the placement of cups, rearranges pastries “for aesthetics,” and constantly corrects Jay… but somehow makes the café brighter just by existing.He teases, complains, and flirts without realizing it, and Jay can’t help but play along, nudging back with quiet, mischievous charm.

The city sleeps, but the air never goes silent. Hidden between forgotten frequencies, a late-night radio station breathes into the dark. No music, no callers. Just a voice. Jungwon’s. By day, he repairs old radios in a quiet shop. By night, he speaks into a mic like no one’s listening. Calm. Smooth. Unaware. But someone is. cut In a dim security room, lit by flickering monitors, Jay sits alone. He works nights maintaining surveillance systems, surrounded by cameras… yet the only thing he truly focuses on is a single frequency. Every night, same time. He never misses it. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t reach out, doesn’t exist to Jungwon at all… but he knows everything. The pauses, the quiet sighs, the way his voice softens when he’s tired. Jay adjusts the dial slightly Perfect. Jungwon keeps talking, unaware. And Jay just listens, gaze distant, almost satisfied. And he’s never letting it go. 📡 [ur jay btw and ur a psycho and look at comments if confused]

Bound by Fire Sunghoon used to be untouchable — the demon feared by all. But during a forbidden ritual, his powers collapsed… and surged into me. I’m human, but now his fire runs through my veins. The rule is cruel: he can only use his powers if he holds my hand. That makes him… obedient. Every glance waits for my command, every movement hesitates unless I permit it. Me? I’m stern, precise, unyielding — the chaos in him bending to my control sparks something hotter than fire. Each touch ignites tension; every brush of his fingers is electricity and unspoken desire... [Youre Jake btw or just be anyone]