in which a fan dms their role model everyday

Kim Seungmin has spent six years, believing that first loves never last long. Enter Lee Minho, his fellow band member, who's determined to prove him wrong. (or, minho tells seungmin that he loves him. it takes seungmin six months to say it back.) Ship: 2min Warning: Smut, 18+ Idol Universe

Jisung is a depressed, insecure boy that needs help. Minho is his guardian angel, attempting to give the boy all the help he needs. Highest ranking: #1 in Minsung on 26/02/21

Where Minho goes through a mundane life, a broken marriage and an uninspiring job. Until he meets his new colleague, who makes him question everything he believes about himself. Homophobia, loss, grief, infidelity, graphic sexual and mature content, mild language. As always, this is a work of fiction and it has absolutely nothing to do with the actual people, their lives or their preferences. Reader discretion is advised.

"I was never that much into guys, let alone posers or vamps. But he was the real thing and a force to be reckoned with. And I surrendered without a fight." Smut, language, sexual themes, mature themes, mild violence, mentions of blood, mentions of death, mentions of abuse and sa. BDSM, maybe. As always this is a work of fiction and has absolutely nothing to do with actual people, their lives or their preferences. Reader Discretion is Advised!

A Hyunho fanfiction. Based on Hyunjin's song "Ice Cream". Set in the Oddinary era with many references to real life incidents and moments, some even mentioned in my other book called 'The Arrangement'. Completed on 08/04/23 ⚠️ Warning ⚠️ :- LGBTQ+ This is purely a work of fiction. None of the idols mentioned in this story are expected and assumed to be the way imagined. This is NOT to declare anyone's sexuality. Most impressive ranking:- #30 in Kpop #1 in DancingDaffodilContest #176 in Hyunho #207 in Lee Minho #192 in Hwang Hyunjin

Some memories don't leave. They stain you quiet, like the sun on the back of your hand, like basil crushed between your fingers. They become part of you-not like a scar, but like a scent you can't wash off. I didn't know, back then, that a single summer could undo the version of myself I thought I had to be. But he walked into my garden with that careful mouth and those serious eyes, and suddenly nothing was still. Not even me. -- "I figured it out," I said. He looked up from the sketchbook in his lap. "Figured what out?" "Why they call you that." He blinked slowly, like he'd forgotten the world beyond our small corner even existed. "Il ragazzo bello," I said. "That's you, isn't it?" He was quiet for a moment. Then he smiled-soft, like he didn't want to ruin the air between us. "That's just something people say," he murmured, eyes still half on the page. "They don't know me." "But they call you that." He tore a piece of paper from the sketchbook-something half-drawn, incomplete-and crumpled it absently between his fingers. "I'm not il ragazzo bello," he said. I raised an eyebrow. "You're really going to argue that?" He looked at me then, really looked, and there was something slower in his voice when he said, "Tu sei il mio ragazzo bello." I stared at him. The words were soft, almost whispered. Familiar, but still out of reach. "What did you say?" He didn't answer. He just smiled again-barefoot, wine-drowsy, eyes too bright in the dark. "You wouldn't understand," he said. And the strange thing was that he sounded completely okay with that.

》 War breaks out between each clan Each wants their place at the peak of the throne Each wants to wear the crown and savor the power it holds and their reign over the country. 《

What will happen when Seungmin's friends chides him about being single and advices him to summon a demon as his boyfriend? . . . . . . . . . . . . . Read to find out!