Crown Prince Minho has spent his entire life learning how to be perfect. Perfect posture. Perfect manners. Perfect decisions. But behind the cold expression and royal expectations is a secret he's hidden for nine years. Han Jisung. The gardener's son. His childhood best friend. The only person who makes Minho forget he's a prince. Jisung has always been by his side, never knowing just how much he means to him. Because in a palace where every mistake can have consequences, falling in love with someone beneath your station is more dangerous than either of them realizes. Minho knows they can never be together. Jisung knows they should never cross that line. Yet somehow, every stolen moment in the gardens makes it harder to stay apart. And while they struggle to hide feelings they've spent years pretending don't exist, something is changing inside the palace. A new arrival. A new expectation. A future neither of them is prepared for. Because sometimes the greatest threat isn't the secret you know you're keeping... It's the secret you don't know someone else is keeping from you. The crown prince has a secret.

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Rumi's life was already a lot-being a rising pop star, surviving concerts, dodging old ladies who ask about her love life, and trying not to die on live TV. But THEN her worst enemy (okay fine... former enemy... current boyfriend??) came back from the dead. Literally. Like, glowy-eyed, "hey I might still be a demon lol", back from the dead. Now they're navigating romance, trauma, faith, chaotic friends, demon conspiracies (that turn out to be... a government food thing??), and Bible study in matching pajamas. Oh-and there's a toaster incident. And possibly a love confession during a panic attack. And definitely group therapy on a living room floor with cereal. Still not convinced? "This story made me cry, laugh, scream, repent, and text my ex 'Jesus still loves you.' 10/10." -@toasterdemons "I came for the romance. Stayed for the demon-boyfriends-aren't-demons plot twist." -@jinuismybabygirl "Petition to have Rumi and Jinu do a TED Talk on how to emotionally destroy me gently." -@churchgirlie23 "I found God. And also found out Baby Saja drinks five juice boxes before bed." -@fictionalboyfriendcore *English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes*

YN and Felix were inseparable as children, their bond deepening into a love neither of them could deny. But fate tore them apart-YN was kidnapped and disappeared for six years, enduring unimaginable abuse, torture, and heartbreak. The world moved on, but Felix never stopped searching for the girl who had captured his heart. Then, one night, amidst the lights and chaos of a Stray Kids concert, YN reappears-thin, scarred, and haunted-but alive. Felix's world shifts in an instant as he races to her side, sparking a reunion charged with raw emotion, long-suppressed love, and the hope of healing. YN struggles to adjust to the life she's been given: living in Felix's penthouse, joining the band, facing the public eye, and learning to trust again. With the unwavering support of Felix, the band, and a few loyal friends, she slowly rebuilds herself, one moment of laughter, song, and love at a time. But the scars of the past run deep, and YN must navigate the fine line between surviving and truly living. As romance, friendship, and music intertwine, can YN reclaim the life that was stolen from her-and embrace the love that's always been waiting? The One He Thought He Lost is a sweeping, emotional fanfiction filled with love, heartache, healing, and the magic of second chances-perfect for fans of Stray Kids and intense, character-driven romance.

just a bunch of super soft, domestic skz oneshots because sometimes everything is a lot and you just need some comfort. all written in first person (y/n) and 100% fluff focused. i'm starting off in age order, but requests are completely open! if there's a specific trope or member you want to see, just comment or dm me and let me know. also if you like my style, please check out my profile and read my other books!! your votes and comments mean the world to me <3 hope you guys enjoy xx

[ 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ] at 3:00 am, the entertainment building belongs to the ghosts. it belongs to the dim blue lights, the empty concrete hallways, and the unmixed tracks bleeding through heavy studio doors. as a meticulous sound engineer running on caffeine and deadlines, you live for the quiet of the ghost hours. you have a schedule, a routine, and zero patience for anyone throwing it off. enter bang chan. stray kids' fiercely stubborn, brilliant, and notoriously workaholic leader has a habit of hijacking your assigned studio mixing suites when he's spiraling over a track. he's used to pushing boundaries until the job is done. you're used to standing your ground. it starts with friction-sharp arguments over sound frequencies, stolen studio time, and exhausting deadlines in the middle of the night. but when the rest of the world is asleep and the static in his head gets too loud to carry alone, the walls between you two begin to blur into something much heavier. a story of late nights, shared coffees, and the quiet comfort found in the dark. [ 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 ] heyyy guys! welcome to my new chan book!! i am so excited for this one and i hope you love the moody, slow-burn studio vibes as much as i do. while you wait for updates, make sure to go and check out my other books! open to requests --->

I've known Han Jisung since we had nothing but big dreams and empty pockets. I've seen him at his highest on stage, and I've been the only one allowed in the room when the pressure gets too heavy and he just needs to breathe. We're safe. We're best friends. There's a line we don't cross. But lately, the studio feels smaller. The space between us on the couch is disappearing. When he pulls off his headphones to slide them onto my ears, his fingers linger just a second too long. And when he asks me to look over the lyrics to his newest love song, the words on the page start sounding dangerously like our own story. How do you love your best friend without breaking the one thing you can't afford to lose?

"If they find out we were there, it's over. For both of us. So you don't look at me, you don't talk to me, and you pretend I am a stranger. Do you understand?" It was a midnight mistake. A coincidence born of bad timing and wrong places. You were just looking for a quiet place to escape the noise; Kim Seungmin was just looking for a place to be alone. Neither of you expected to step into the shadows of a deserted alleyway and witness something that could completely ruin-or end-your lives. Now, a heavy, dangerous secret binds you to the one person you never expected to get close to. In the daylight, Seungmin is cold, distant, and unbothered. He treats you like a ghost, walking past you in the halls without a single glance. But the moment the sun goes down and the paranoia sets in, the rules change. Through hushed 2:00 AM phone calls, panicked late-night meetups, and the constant, suffocating fear of getting caught, the lines begin to blur. He claims he's only keeping you close to protect himself. He claims he doesn't care. But when the shadows start closing in, his quiet, fierce protectiveness says otherwise. Because Seungmin will do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Even if he has to ruin himself to do it. A Kim Seungmin x Reader Fanfiction. Slow burn. Deep angst. High stakes.

"Seven years. Seven years of looking at the stars and wondering why you got to be among them while I was stuck down here, suffocating in a world without you." Before the world knew him as Felix of Stray Kids, he was just the boy next door. The boy who shared preschool cubbies with Y/N, who knew her laugh better than his own lyrics, and who fell helplessly, silently in love with his best friend at fifteen. Then came the shattered glass. The flashing sirens. The empty casket. For seven years, Felix lived a life built on a lie, pouring his grief into music, convinced Y/N was a ghost. Until a routine shopping trip with his members leads him to a rundown coffee shop-and straight into the hollow, terrified eyes of the girl he buried. She didn't die in a car accident. She was stolen. Broken, traumatized, and hiding in plain sight from the monsters who took her, Y/N is a shell of the girl Felix loved. But as Stray Kids opens their doors-and their hearts-to shield her from the dark, a buried voice begins to emerge. Can a love that survived death heal a soul that has been through hell? this book contains themes of human trafficking, trauma and PTSD, high-risk pregnancy, postpartum recovery, and endometriosis. please take care of yourself while reading. you are allowed to put it down when you need to. but I hope you stay.