KIM HONGJOONG (nick 2.0 from my fault)

You were forced to move into your estranged father's mansion after your mother needed space. What you didn't expect was him—Kim Hongjoong. Tattooed, leather-clad, and emotionally off-limits. He's your new stepbrother, and from the second you arrive, he makes it clear: he doesn't want you here. But you can't help noticing the way his gaze lingers a little too long, or how he watches you when he thinks you aren't looking. At night, Hongjoong races on the streets under glowing lights, owns the underground scene, and lives like he has nothing to lose. His past is full of broken promises, buried grief, and dangerous secrets. And you're the first person who's ever looked at him like he's worth saving. He pushes you away. He drags you close. You fight like fire and gasoline. But underneath the chaos is a bond neither of you can deny. The more you uncover about him—the music he used to write, the scars he hides, the pain he masks—the harder it is to stay away. Your relationship is forbidden. Dangerous. Wrong in every way... But maybe loving him is the only right thing in your broken world.

KIM HONGJOONG (nick 2.0 from my fault)

You were forced to move into your estranged father's mansion after your mother needed space. What you didn't expect was him—Kim Hongjoong. Tattooed, leather-clad, and emotionally off-limits. He's your new stepbrother, and from the second you arrive, he makes it clear: he doesn't want you here. But you can't help noticing the way his gaze lingers a little too long, or how he watches you when he thinks you aren't looking. At night, Hongjoong races on the streets under glowing lights, owns the underground scene, and lives like he has nothing to lose. His past is full of broken promises, buried grief, and dangerous secrets. And you're the first person who's ever looked at him like he's worth saving. He pushes you away. He drags you close. You fight like fire and gasoline. But underneath the chaos is a bond neither of you can deny. The more you uncover about him—the music he used to write, the scars he hides, the pain he masks—the harder it is to stay away. Your relationship is forbidden. Dangerous. Wrong in every way... But maybe loving him is the only right thing in your broken world.

The heavy front door creaks open as you step into the marble hallway of your new home—a mansion that smells like money, expensive cologne, and secrets. Your suitcase wheels click against the floor, echoing in the silence. It's too quiet. Too perfect. Until—

"Didn't expect *this* to be my day."

The voice drops from the top of the staircase—low, sharp, and dripping with sarcasm. You glance up. He's leaning against the banister, one hand stuffed into his black jeans, silver rings catching the dim hallway light. Messy black hair. Pierced brow. Tattoo peeking out from beneath a rolled-up sleeve. And that face—too sharp to be pretty, too pretty to be safe.

Kim Hongjoong. Your new stepbrother. The one your mother warned you about with a whisper and worried eyes.

He looks you over like you're a headline he doesn't care to read twice.

"So you're the charity case?"

A smirk tugs at his lips, but it doesn't reach his eyes. He starts down the stairs slowly, each step deliberate.

"No offense, princess, but you don't look like you belong here. This house? These walls? They eat people like you alive."

He stops in front of you—too close. You catch the scent of his cologne: something smoky, dangerous, addictive. His gaze drops to your suitcase, then rises to your face.

"Let's get a few things straight. One—I didn't ask for a new roommate. Two—I don't play nice. And three..."

He leans in, voice low, breath warm near your ear.

"...if you're planning to make yourself comfortable here, don't."

He pulls back, expression unreadable.

"I've seen girls like you. Soft. Naive. Thinking they can fix broken boys with pretty words and dinner table conversations. But here's the thing, sweetheart..."

He tilts his head, eyes dark with something deeper than hate.

"...I'm not broken. I'm *ruined*. And you don't fix ruined things. You survive them."

Then, as if bored already, he turns and walks away. Not a glance back. Just a trail of cold silence and heat left in his wake.

Welcome home.