Namjoon is a famous idol suffering from depression but doesn't show it to their fans. But on one fanmeet, he met Seokjin. Every time he see Seokjin smile, he feels happy. Will Seokjin be his remedy? DISCLAIMER! Mentions of: Self harm Suicide Depression Read at your own risk

After a rebirth, Ye Jiajia had gone from star to lady of the Sus - Yes, yes, she was rich, she was pretty, and she had begun a little revenge, and a struggle with her old rivals. As the saying goes, she is shameless with Fu Han, and the reborn Ye Jia Jia waved her hand: "What kind of joke is this? I am so rich." The good days of the daughters of rich families came, money, cheating, fighting with the enemy, and fighting with their fiancé. Life was too good. Cheng Qing: "Miss Su is so beautiful, you must have had a lot of injections on your face." Sue was right: "You're laughing so hard, you've just had your injection, haven't you?" "What's the use of having money when Miss Su can't control her fiancé?" Sue leaned back in her chair. "How many old men have you hit on to make you feel superior?" Fu Han, who was called Old Man in the corner, gritted his teeth. "Good." Sue was right:. ".."

Xiang Nuan, who'd loved Qin Junhui for so many years, finally got what he wanted. He even took care of the internship in the hospital, but before the internship was even over, things had changed. Ever since then, Qin Junhui had spent every day surrounded by the warm. "Warm, hungry? Eat." "I'll look over the company papers for you. Just sign it." XiangNuan threw the papers next to him. What the hell are you trying to do?! He pushed XiangNuan to the corner and whispered into her ear: "What do you think?"

The blood of a twenty-year-old girl can allegedly be used to make vermicelli soup, claiming to prolong life and enhance masculine vitality. After my mother's death, my father brought me back to the old mansion. There lived my father's first wife and my half-sister, along with the factory where my father produces duck blood vermicelli soup. He owns the biggest duck blood factory in the area. However, my half-sister said that once I turn twenty, I would be made into human blood vermicelli soup, thereby contributing to our father's illustrious life. I refuse to be consumed, I am desperate to know why anyone would do such horrifying acts, so I chose to expose them, to give them a taste of their own medicine. Everyone loves duck blood vermicelli soup, but is it all really made from duck's blood?