How Does Seventeen Jeonghan Fanfiction Portray His Relationships With Protective Partners?

Elena woke up naked in a hotel room with her bodyguard. She was very confused as to why she was in such a state. Until the next day, photos of her sleeping with her bodyguard were widely spread on the internet, making her the laughing stock of the entire city and netizens online. Elena was kicked out by her father for tarnishing the family name. Luckily, the bodyguard was willing to help her and promised to avenge her heartache. Little did she know that the bodyguard had a hidden mission. Will she hate her own bodyguard or fall in love?

"HIS" is a gripping tale that delves into the tumultuous relationship between Sophia Bennett and Chase Romano, a man entrenched in the world of organized crime. Set against the backdrop of danger and desire, the story unfolds as Sophia, an innocent eighteen-year-old, becomes embroiled in a web of deceit and passion after witnessing a murder orchestrated by Chase, the infamous leader of the Italian mafia. Sophia's life takes a drastic turn when she is kidnapped by Chase's cousins and taken to his opulent mansion, with the intention of silencing her forever. However, Chase spares her life under mysterious circumstances, but on the condition that she remains captive within the confines of his estate. As Sophia grapples with her captivity, Chase's suppressed feelings for her begin to resurface, leading to a series of intense and often tumultuous encounters. Despite Sophia's attempts to escape, she finds herself drawn to Chase in unexpected ways, eventually culminating in a secret marriage and the revelation of her pregnancy. However, their happiness is short-lived as Chase's indifference towards their unborn child drives a wedge between them, leading to a tragic loss that shatters Sophia's world. Determined to move on, she severs all ties with Chase and attempts to rebuild her life. But fate has other plans as Chase resurfaces, reigniting old passions and forcing Sophia to confront her feelings once again. As she navigates the complexities of love, loyalty, and betrayal, Sophia must ultimately decide whether to embrace the past or forge a new path forward. Filled with twists and turns, "HIS" is a captivating journey of love, loss, and redemption that will keep readers on the edge of their seats until the very end.

Saddened that his medical test results were unclear, Jonas declared himself a Beta.  But, it turns out it was a fatal mistake that changed his life, when Xander, his best friend, a dominant Alpha, broke his heart on prom night. What happened that night made Jonas decide to leave Xander's life, focus on his dreams and leave all the stories of their friendship behind. Eight years later, Jonas and Xander meet again, as mates. However, the demands of being a Supreme Alpha candidate, from his parents and pack, made Xander have to say his rejection. He is required to get a Luna who can bear his child, so even though Jonas is his mate, they cannot be together because even though the Omega male exists, the relationship is difficult to reconcile and accept. Because he was hurt by what happened eight years ago, Jonas accepted the rejection, but after that, a child named Jordan appeared who called Jonas Papa. Jordan was curious because the child looked like him.  He believes that Jonas is an Omega dominant and Jordan is his flesh and blood.  That means, with Jonas he has got everything he needs. Xander's confidence makes him try to get Jonas back, even though it requires no easy effort, because the bond between them has been broken.

Everybody wants to be protected. Everybody wants to be secured. In every story, if you are one of those "important" people, your life will be filled with threats so there are people around you to protect you, the guardians. Sometimes, or almost always, the damsel in distress is always the one being protected. Dreaming of their "Prince Charming" or maybe a "Knight in Shining Armor" ...but now, I will prove to you that a woman can also protect an "important" person... only that... ...he's a badboy. I am guarding the badboy and this is my story.

I woke up inside a novel, and not even as an important character. I became a pretty background extra in a smut novel. My brother, however, was the only normal person in the entire story. His character setting was the one man the soft, delicate heroine could never win over. He was the cold, unattainable Prince Charming she could never conquer. When the heroine cried and confessed her love, he was studying. When she offered him her whole heart and body, he was busy starting a company. When she spiraled into scandals and nightlife, he was already a billionaire, calm and untouchable. I thought he would live a quiet, ascetic life forever. Until one night, I walked in on him at midnight… holding a piece of clothing I recognized all too well, murmuring a name over and over, a name so familiar that my scalp tingled.

I'm on my knees because they told me to kneel. Not because I have to—because I want to. Because when Haruto's hand grips my hair and Marcus whispers "good girl" in my ear and Julian watches with those grey eyes that miss nothing, I feel more loved than I ever have alone. Haruto pulls my head back, makes me look up at all three of them. "Whose are you?" he asks. "Mine," Marcus answers first, running a thumb across my bottom lip. "Ours," Julian corrects quietly, and the word settles in my chest like a heartbeat. They take turns using my mouth,and my body. Haruto is desperate and possessive, fucking my throat like he's still making up for six years of silence. Marcus holds my hand through it, sweet even when he's rough. Julian watches until he can't anymore, then joins, then takes over. When they lay me on the bed and surround me—Haruto inside me, Marcus at my mouth, Julian whispering filthy praise in my ear—I understand. This isn't about control. It's about being so completely theirs that nothing else matters. Not even the woman who wants me dead. But that's later. Right now, I have three men who love me, and I'm exactly where I belong. On my knees. On my back. In their arms. Always.