~ HIS HANDS ON HER Jungwon was everyone’s dream. A mafia boss with a baby face that could fool anyone, tall, sharp-jawed, and deadly calm. One look from him could silence a room. Everyone feared him — everyone except you. You knew the man behind the mask. The one who came home at 3 a.m. with lipstick stains hidden under his collar. The one whose phone held more women’s names than you could scroll through. You had caught him cheating countless times, and countless times you forgave him — maybe because you still remembered the boy who once swore he’d protect you forever. Tonight, you wanted to try one last time. Your anniversary. You decorated the table yourself — candles, white roses, the wine he liked. You texted him softly: “Come home early tonight, please. Just tonight.” He didn’t reply. Hours passed. The food went cold. You sat alone in the dim kitchen, staring at your ring — the symbol of a love that had long bled dry. Your phone buzzed, lighting up the dark table. You opened it, expecting his name, but instead you saw a post — one of his girls. A picture of Jungwon, arm around her waist, pulling ~~ close. She was wearing tiny dolphin shorts and a crop top, smiling up at him like he was hers. His head was bent down, that same soft smile he once saved only for you now captured for the world to see.

~CAPMPUS CRUSH He wasn’t just the campus crush—he was the boy everyone wanted but no one could reach. Cold, quiet, unreadable. His silence carried more weight than most people’s words, and his distance only made him more magnetic. You admired him from afar, keeping your crush a secret, certain he’d never notice you. But fate decided otherwise. On the month-long field trip, every student was paired for shared hotel rooms, and when the list was read aloud, you froze. His name was called with yours. For weeks, you’d be living together. The problem? The room only had one bed. No couch, no spare mattress, no escape. You swore to sleep on the floor, keep the distance he seemed to demand. He wasn’t the kind of boy to share space, let alone warmth. But when you glanced at him, his unreadable eyes lingered a moment too long, like he had already made his choice. He rarely spoke, but somehow, you felt the weight of everything he didn’t say pressing closer with every passing second. And you realized, in that silence, you weren’t the only one holding back.

~ Playboy by choice Jungwon is your husband. He’s the son of a Mafia boss, and in the past, he had the reputation of being a playboy, a cheater—handsome, charming, and irresistible, with women constantly chasing him. But that was all before you. Everything changed the moment he chose you. But who knows? Now, he’s kind, gentle, and knows exactly how to make a girl feel comfortable around him. He’s the whole pack, the leader, tall, intelligent, attractive, hot, baby-faced, and many women still want him—but none of them matter because he’s yours. Beneath that perfect exterior, he has a little freak side you’ve never seen, and yet, he always makes time for you no matter how busy he is. One night, you had an argument. Again. About him drinking. You had told him hundreds of times not to, but he brushed it off, saying it was just one beer. The argument flared but didn’t last long. Jungwon, being the man he is in the relationship, approached you first. Yet this time, you didn’t let him have it all. You stiffened slightly against him, teasingly resisting, letting him feel your frustration without fully giving in. Jungwon’s hands lingered on your waist, his touch both comforting and daring, as if silently daring you to challenge him. He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, his voice low and soft, “Still mad at me?” And in that quiet moment, the man who could command an empire showed the part of him that belonged only to you—gentle, intoxicating, and dangerously close to making you lose control.

~ Quite claim you were Jungwon’s wife on paper, nothing more. Everyone knew he was a womanizer — handsome, tall, hot, baby-faced, smart, and dangerously charming. A man who could have anyone, and he did… except you. He never divorced you, but he never cared either. Every night you cried, begging him to stop bringing different women into his office, into his world — but Jungwon never listened. His temper could snap without warning, his voice rising, his hand hitting the desk hard enough to make you flinch. Eventually… you stopped pleading. You stopped reacting. You stopped hoping. Walking into his office and seeing a woman on his lap wasn’t shocking anymore. It was routine. Normal. Expected. That day, during your lunch break at the hospital, you took a taxi straight to his mafia headquarters. You were still in your nurse uniform, your ID still clipped to your chest. You were tired — not from work, but from loving someone who never looked at you. The moment you opened the office door, there he was. Jungwon, shirt slightly undone, a woman giggling as she sat on his lap. He didn’t even push her away. He only raised his eyes to you — cold, unreadable, irritated that you interrupted him. You exhaled softly, keeping your hands at your sides to hide the trembling. Your voice came out gentle, almost too soft: “What time will you come home?” A simple question. But he didn’t know it would be the last one you’d ever ask him. You were already planning it — the bag hidden under your bed, the money you secretly saved, the documents you prepared. By tonight… you would run, far away. Away from him. Away from the pain. Away from the man who never chose you.

~ First impressions Jungwon was the school’s infamous bad boy—tall, handsome, baby-faced, an academic achiever, and annoyingly hot. Everyone feared him. Whispers followed him everywhere: that he killed a friend, that he inherited the same cold blood as his Mafia-boss father. Students moved out of his way in the hallway. Teachers avoided calling on him. No one dared sit beside him in class. And you? Every time you passed him, you either sped up or stared at the floor, praying he wouldn’t notice your presence. With only a few months left before graduation, Jungwon still had no friends, no one brave enough to see beyond the rumors. To everyone, he was a walking danger sign. One exhausting afternoon, the pressure from your parents became too much to hold in. After class, you climbed to the rooftop—the only quiet place where no one would see your tears. There, you finally let go, crying softly as the cold wind brushed against your skin. You thought you were alone. Until a gentle voice broke the silence. “Are you okay?” You jumped, wiping your tears quickly, but your breath hitched the moment you turned around. Jungwon stood a few steps away, holding out a neatly folded handkerchief. His other hand rested casually in his pocket, his expression surprisingly soft. Your body moved before your mind did—you backed away instinctively, heart pounding in fear. He paused. Something unreadable flickered in his eyes as he lowered his hand slightly. “…Even you’re scared of me?” he said quietly. Not angry. Not cold. Just… hurt. As if he already expected the answer. You didn’t know what to say. This wasn’t the Jungwon everyone warned you about. He wasn’t glaring, wasn’t threatening, wasn’t anything close to the monster people described. Instead, he stood there in front of you—calm, patient, and unexpectedly gentle. And in that moment, you realized the rumors were wrong. Jungwon wasn’t dangerous. He was actually… kind.

~Girl best friend Living with a mafia husband was never easy, but you told yourself love would be enough to endure his coldness. He was feared by everyone, ruthless in business and untouchable in power—but to you, he was just the man you married, the man you hoped would one day look at you with warmth instead of indifference. Lately, though, that hope was fading. His time, his attention, even his rare smiles—all of it seemed to belong to someone else. His so-called best friend, a woman who knew him longer than you did, was always by his side. She was there at meetings, at dinners, even late at night when you waited alone in bed. But instead of noticing your tired eyes, your trembling hands, or the way your body grew weaker with each passing day, his gaze followed her. Every time he chose her over you, the silence cut deeper, like you were invisible. The man you called your husband seemed blind to it all. And though you promised yourself to stay strong, one question burned in your chest: how long could you fight for a place in a heart that never once chose you?

Jungwon was a good man. He was never a jerk, never lustful — just respectful, gentle, and the kind of person who made you feel safe without trying. He was tall, handsome, hot, attractive, a skilled taekwondo player, and even with his charm and striking looks, he stayed humble. His baby face made him look soft, but everyone knew who his father was — the mafia boss feared by many. Jungwon was meant to follow in his father’s footsteps, yet he was different. He didn’t enjoy violence, and behind his cold image was a surprisingly caring soul who knew how to take care of a woman and treat her right. He was your boyfriend for three years. Those years were filled with laughter, late-night talks, and warmth. But it didn’t last forever. The two of you had a huge argument — the kind that changed everything. He reached out, trying to calm you down, but you were too hurt, too angry. You yelled, said words that cut deep, and pushed him away. That night, Jungwon walked out of your life, and you never saw him again. Now, three years later, he’s 21. He’s grown into a man — more mature, more powerful, more confident. He’s not the boy you remember; he’s the man everyone looks at twice. His eyes carry mystery, his presence draws attention, and his smile still has that same warmth you fell for. But he’s no longer yours. He’s dating a woman named Winter — beautiful, elegant, and always by his side. And you? You’re trapped in a nightmare. Your parents are forcing you to date a man older than Jungwon — a man full of lust, disrespectful, and cruel. You can feel the danger in every look he gives you. Desperate and scared, you search for the only person who ever made you feel safe — Jungwon. You open his chat, your hands trembling, and type a message. But when you press send, the screen shows one word. Blocked. Your heart sinks. You searched everywhere for him, not caring about his new life or his girlfriend — because all you wanted was Jungwon back.

~ The Mafia’s Gentleman Jungwon had always been different — the kind of man who could silence a room yet melt your heart with a single look. Handsome, tall, baby-faced, and a skilled Taekwondo player, his calm aura made even chaos feel gentle. He was the son of a Mafia boss, born in power and danger, yet he carried himself with quiet grace — especially when it came to you, the daughter of a CEO. Despite his world, Jungwon treated you like something precious. He made time to see you, to make you laugh after a long day. Many women tried to get close, but everyone knew his eyes were only ever on you. You were the perfect pair — your families approved, your love built on trust and care. But that afternoon, things changed. The argument was small, yet the words stung. You turned away, hurt, and he stood there, guilt flickering in his eyes. Still, like always, he gave in first — because to him, being a man didn’t mean being right, it meant keeping you. That night, the sound of his car echoed through your mansion gates. The guards bowed slightly before letting him in. He stepped out in a black suit, hair tousled, eyes filled with quiet regret. In his hands were your favorite roses — the same ones he always brought when words failed him. Your mother smiled as he entered, her gaze soft. “What a decent man my daughter has,” she murmured. He took a deep breath, gripping the bouquet tighter as he walked toward your room. When he reached your door, he paused — heart heavy yet hopeful. For a moment, he imagined your face softening, your voice calling his name again. Then, with quiet determination, he lifted his hand and knocked — ready to make things right, no matter how many roses it would take.

~ Silent Possession the ballroom shimmered under soft golden lights, filled with the scent of luxury and power. You stood beside Jungwon, your mafia husband — tall, handsome, baby-faced yet impossibly dangerous. His black suit traced every line of his body, his perfume mixing with the faint smell of whiskey and something darker — him. Every woman in the room seemed to notice, whispering and stealing glances, their smiles lingering too long. You tried to brush it off, but it still burned a little. Then a man approached you, someone you didn’t even know. He complimented your dress, his tone too familiar, his fingers grazing your arm as he leaned in. You froze, forcing a polite laugh, already praying Jungwon hadn’t seen. But he had. Across the room, Jungwon’s expression didn’t change. He smiled faintly, lifted his glass, and watched. He didn’t have to say a word — the sharpness in his eyes told you everything. And when he finally set his drink down and started walking toward you, the air seemed to shift. He took your wrist without a sound, his touch firm but controlled, leading you away from the music, the lights, the people. The hallway was empty, silent except for your heels tapping against marble. Then, he opened a door — the bathroom — and locked it with a quiet click. You barely had time to speak before your back met the wall. Jungwon stood in front of you, hands still in his pockets, his gaze heavy. His lips were pressed in a thin line, his jaw clenched tight.

~ Play boy Jungwon was the kind of man everyone wanted but couldn’t have — the son of a feared mafia boss, handsome, charming, and dangerous in all the right ways. He had that baby face everyone adored, yet his eyes held something darker. School council president, taekwondo player, top student — he was perfect. Too perfect. It was only a few more months until you both would graduate college. Everything felt like it was finally falling into place. You never thought you’d fall for someone like him, but when Jungwon started courting you, everything changed. He was sweet, thoughtful, and sincere. He made you feel special — like you were the only girl in his world. Every kiss, every late-night call, every small gesture made you believe he was different. So when you said yes, you meant it. For months, everything felt like a dream — until the day it shattered. You went to see him one afternoon, ready to surprise him, only to find him with someone else. His lips on hers, his hands holding her close — the same way he used to hold you. You froze. All the warmth he’d given turned cold in an instant. Of course. Jungwon — the playboy. The son of a mafia boss who knew how to play with hearts as easily as he played with danger. You walked away without a word, but your heart stayed behind. Because no matter how much he hurt you, you couldn’t forget the way he looked at you — like you were the only thing real in his chaotic world.

~ Shadow's of the past You and Jungwon had been together for four years. To everyone else, he seemed perfect—charming, baby-faced, tall, handsome, and effortlessly attractive. He was gentle, a true gentleman who respected your boundaries, and his calm demeanor made you feel safe and cherished. He even played taekwondo, which he loved sharing stories about, always making sure to make you smile and laugh. Your relationship felt like a dream. He always found ways to brighten your days—little surprises, thoughtful gestures, or just holding you close after a long day. You never doubted his love for you… until that day. It started like any ordinary afternoon. You were looking for a pen in his drawer when your fingers brushed against a small, hidden box tucked away at the back. Curiosity got the better of you, and you opened it. Inside were photographs—polaroids, some worn with age. Faces you didn’t know at first, until your eyes met the unmistakable features of Winter. His smile, her laugh, moments frozen in time. You flipped through more pictures, more letters, more memories of a love that had lasted ten years—longer than you had been together. Your heart sank. Every “I love you,” every “good mor ning,” every surprise now felt tainted by a shadow you had never known existed. Jungwon had never truly moved on from Winter. He had been hiding a part of his heart, a love deeper and older than yours. You looked at him differently that night. Every gentle word, every caress, every laugh seemed layered with memory and longing for someone else. The man you loved, the perfect boyfriend you thought you knew, had a part of his heart that would always belong to Winter. And now, you had a choice—face the truth and confront the pain, or let your heart break quietly while living in the shadow of a past he couldn’t let go of.