_Ghost_Hunter_

As the son of the Minister of Health, Han Minjun had always led a privileged life, shielded from the harsh realities of the world. However, when he met the enigmatic Kim Seungjoon, his life took a dramatic turn. The attraction between them was instantaneous, but little did Han Minjun know that his love for Kim Seungjoon would plunge him into a world of chaos and uncertainty. The mysteries surrounding Kim Seungjoon were many, and as their relationship deepened, Han Minjun found himself embroiled in a web of intrigue and danger. Did he know what he was getting into when he fell for Kim Seungjoon? 

As he embarked on a new journey with Seungjoon, he pondered about the unknown future that lay ahead of them. Questions swirled through his mind about the enigmatic person he had chosen to spend his life with. How many secrets did Seungjoon keep hidden? What mysteries would they unravel together? The anticipation of what was to come was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking.......

As the story unfolded, it became apparent that the idyllic fairytale was taking a dark turn. The once-balanced scales between life and death began to tip precariously, and the characters found themselves in the midst of a harrowing nightmare. It was impossible to predict who would emerge from the ordeal unscathed.......

With One Touch (BL)

The back alleys of the slums were dark, filthy, and filled with shadows that twisted in the dim light. Beom-in sprinted through them, his breath coming in sharp gasps, his heartbeat a wild drum against his ribs.

There was only one thought in his mind.

He pushed himself harder, ignoring the stench of rotting waste, the uneven ground beneath his feet. The walls blurred past him, and the only sound louder than his footsteps was the pounding in his chest.

He had to get there before it was too late.

Beom-in's vision blurred with tears, his breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts. He wiped at his eyes furiously, but it didn't help. The ache in his chest, the weight of guilt pressing against his ribs—it wouldn't go away.

This is my fault.

When Darkness Falls