The Genie With A Bottle

Genies exist. Gods too. And Oner? He was one of the worst—feeding off intoxicated wishes whispered through slurred lips. Until suddenly, he’s powerless. Human. Stuck in a body that feels too fragile, too real. But nothing’s more dangerous than what he can’t control: the way his chest tightens whenever Hyeonjoon smiles. Pretty, disarmingly pure Hyeonjoon. The kind of pure Oner was never meant to touch.