Jisung and Minho were childhood best friends, they did everything together. One day, a "fatal" accident involving both boys takes Minho away. Now, years later, Jisung is entering University, what happens when his roommate shows up introducing themselves as Lee Minho, but has no clue who Jisung is? ⚠️This story will contain heavy sceans at the beginning and in flashbacks, I will put the warning symbol before every triggering chapter. Read at your own discretion. This is not to cause harm to the idols, this is for entertainment purposes only Maybe one day I will be better about writing this section Started: January 22, 2026 Finished: January 30, 2026 (I was sick for a while and had a LOT of free time) #1 in know January 31, 2026

BLACK LIVES MATTER ~#~#~#~#~#~ ℙ𝔸ℝ𝕋 𝕆𝔽 𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℂ𝕃𝕀ℂℍÉ 𝕊𝔼ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 ~#~#~#~#~#~ ℍ𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕖; 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕝 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣. 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖. Lee Minho cannot remember the last time he felt loved. Ostracized at school, ignored at home... it does not help the internal struggle he fights day in and day out, and the heavy feelings that cloud his heart. Sometimes he thinks it would be better to just give up, to let the darkness swallow him whole. But then he meets Han Jisung, his brother's best friend -- and he finds a little light. ~#~#~#~#~#~ ℍ𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕊ℂℍ𝕆𝕆𝕝!𝔸𝕌 ~#~#~#~#~#~ {2018/09/16} - {2019/02/28} HIGHEST RANKING: #1 in straykids {2019/02/06} WORD COUNT: 64,662 ~#~#~#~#~#~ WARNING! Mentions of depression, self-harm/suicide and homophobia

Jisung was loud, messy, and full of feeling. Minho wasn't. Thrown together by a last-minute housing assignment, they became reluctant roommates - sharing a too-small apartment, late-night snacks, and more tension than either of them knew how to name. Minho didn't believe in love. Jisung believed in it too much. Somewhere between shared playlists, late-night deep talks, sharing ramen at 3 am and quiet mornings, they started to fall - but only one of them admitted it. "You're my roommate," Minho told him. "Not my boyfriend." So Jisung left. No note. No goodbye. Just silence. And Minho? He didn't realize what he lost until it was too late. But when Jisung returns, months later - stronger, colder, harder to read - Minho finds himself standing at the edge of something he's not sure he deserves to feel. This time, if he wants him back... he'll have to mean every word. rankings; #3 in yongboklee 23/6/25 #3 in leefelixyongbok 23/5/25

Minho, a wannabe photographer, and Jisung, a quiet guitarist and writer. They had been friends for years - an endearing duo in a group of eight chaotic friends. All their friends joked about them being married, and the jokes got to Jisung's head so much he actually developed feelings. He thought Minho felt the same way, so he wrote a song for him, and intended on using it to confess his feeling. However, the day Jisung planned to sing Minho his song, a new girl transferred to Minho's digital photography class. Minho was hooked on her, and Jisung's heart tore into two. ── .✦"𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬."✦.── ⚠CONTENT WARNING⚠ ➤Angst ➤Body Dysphoria ➤Implied Sexual Content SIDE SHIP: MINOR CHANMIN FINAL WORD COUNT: 50211 STARTED: 09/01/25 ENDED: 12/16/025

Jisung needs money and asks a random stranger online for help. warning: this story includes a lot of smut. Like nearly every chapter will have mature content . If you do not feel comfortable reading stuff like that, please do not read this <3

"Is he there all the time or only sometimes?" "Minho, he's a stripper. You can't have a fucking crush on him." "So?" he asked. Minho realized that it wasn't the Neon lights that made Jisung look so breathtaking. It wasn't how they shone on him when he walked around. It was the confidence he had while he was there. The confidence that sadly didn't exist outside of the club. He didn't understand why it didn't. Jisung was easily the prettiest person he's ever seen. He wanted to make the confidence exist outside of those doors. He wanted to make Jisung feel the same way that the bright lights made him feel. He wanted to make that part of him real. He wanted to see it outside of the club and for it to be genuine, not forced. He just didn't know how to. ⚠️warning ⚠️ -mature content (smut) - eating disorder - body dysmorphia top: Minho bottom: Jisung

" He is just a sick boy " I don't want to admit but I care for him. He is so innocent. 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 !

Minho is a dancer. Minho is bipolar. Minho doesn't do relationships unless it's Jeongin. Minho is slow as fuck. Minho doesn't know how to deal with his feelings. Minho is confusing. But that didn't stop Jisung from falling hard for him. Minho looked at him with darkened eyes. "Dance for me Sungie".

Text fic :) Jisung only lives for two things: sex and alcohol. He's avoiding love like pest, but ends up getting faced to someone he didn't expect: Lee Minho. TW: curse / dirty language smut Talks abt abusive relationships

Have you ever felt alone even though you were surrounded by people? That is what happens when you lose the people that used to orientate your senses. Minho used to be Jisung's compass, but that didn't last. This is the story of a very anxious Jisung, who used to be in love with his best friend in high school, who wasn't returning his feelings. What happens when they cross path again? This is a minsung ff, it will have texting /!\ Harsh langage Angst, Fluff and Smut :) I don't own any of the characters, but I do own the story :) !