*Short story* Jisung, an young, enthusiastic journalist, finds himself swallowed up by a case of several missing people... only to then become one of those missing. And something from his blurred memories re-emerges. (Description is vague to avoid all spoilers ;) *I set out to write this as a horror/ thriller, but it's my first time every attempting anything in that sort of genre, so don't have high expectations by any means *A short story split into two parts

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ Han Jisung talks too much, laughs too loudly, and lives like he's on fast-forward. With ADHD and a heart worn on his sleeve, he's the chaotic storm that crashes into a classroom ruled by silence. Lee Minho doesn't talk unless he has to-and when he does, it cuts. Cold, distant, and broken in ways no one dares to ask about, he wears his bitterness like armor. After the sudden death of his abusive parents, Minho only sinks deeper into himself. Until Jisung shows up. At first, they hate each other. Then... something shifts. Something burns. A slow descent into something electric, dangerous, and real. Jisung wants to understand him. Minho doesn't want to be understood. But in the quiet moments, when no one's looking, they find something they never thought they'd deserve. Love. And maybe-salvation. ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ !Warning! -Vulgar language -Conversations about a suicide attempt -self-harm. Objs. I don't ship idols or sexualize them, everything written in there is just fiction # 73 - bl - 02.12.2025 # 72 - seungbin - 02.12.2025 # 423 - boysinlove - 06. 12. 2025 # 221 - boyxboy - 17. 12. 2025 # 128 - school - 22.12.2025

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ "i hate summer camp!" "why?" "because i'm stuck with you." ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Minho, a vampire hiding among humans, struggles to control his thirst-especially around Jisung, the boy he's fallen for. As their love deepens, Minho's secret unravels, forcing him to face the dangers of his own nature while protecting the one he loves. -- #21 mythicalcreatures / 24 March 2025 #1 skzff / 30 March 2025

In which Minho hears worrisome noises coming from the apartment above the one he just moved into.

Lee Minho has a reputation he can't escape-one built on wild nights, tattoos, and broken rules. But behind the reckless smile is a boy haunted by his past, who never thought he'd let anyone in again. Han Jisung is bright, kind, and completely unaware of the effect he has on Minho-or the danger of falling for someone like him. As friendships tighten and secrets unravel, Minho and Jisung find themselves drawn together in ways neither expected. Between heartbreak, laughter, and late-night confessions, can Minho learn that love isn't something to escape, but something worth holding onto? Everything about this story is fictional, there is no reference to real life or the people themselves. I don't own any pictures or names. This is just for entertainment and is not meant to harm anyone.

"I think I finally get it. Home isn't a place. It's a person." Jisung Han lives two lives: the perfect son and the boy who's tired of pretending. When a tattoo leads him to Lee Minho, everything changes. Some stories aren't written in words - they're inked into the heart. Everything about this story is fictional, there is no reference to real life or the people themselves. I don't own any pictures or names. This is just for entertainment and is not meant to harm anyone.

"The conservatory is glowing brighter than ever, but it's nothing compared to the way I feel when I look at you." Jisung's world was silent, orderly, and lonely - until Minho moved in next door. Among glowing flowers and quiet magic, they discovered a love that spoke louder than words. Everything about this story is fictional, there is no reference to real life or the people themselves. I don't own any pictures or names. This is just for entertainment and is not meant to harm anyone.

*Oneshot* A shadowed heart. A shared past broken apart too early. A story of renewed hope and old love. Snow. Ice skates. A pale blue scarf. Where it all started, and where it all ended.

"Are we going to keep pretending this isn't happening?" Minho's heart stuttered. The question hit like a spark, lighting every nerve he'd tried so hard to quiet. He exhaled, a sound that was half a laugh and half a confession. "I was trying to." Jisung's gaze flickered down- to his mouth, back up again- and then something inside both of them snapped, clean and inevitable, like a rubber band finally breaking.