[complete] Yunho talked a lot. In person. In texts. In voice messages. Sometimes Mingi would just listen to a three-minute audio of Yunho ranting about a math problem and wonder how on earth does someone passive, pessimistic and antisocial like him would end up friends with someone so energetic. It wasn't like Mingi didn't have other friends. He did. Kind of. But no one else made him feel like that. (No one else made him feel butterflies in his stomach either, but he googled the symptoms and self-determined it's most likely gastritis or palpitations, not a crush.)

[completed] First, they were friends. Then they were everything to each other. And then, they were nothing. Years later, Mingi crashes back into Yunho's life with a confession about one of his songs, unraveling old memories and unresolved feelings. Suddenly, Yunho's perfectly crafted life is thrown into chaos and everything he'd ever wanted doesn't feel like enough anymore. Or: Yunho is the golden heir to a powerful family, and Mingi is the rockstar who never got over him. They were doomed from the start.

"MOM!" "Wooyoung I'm fine, run and don't look back!" *Bang! Bang!* "Where am I?" 🔞⚠WARNING⚠🔞 *smut *murder *sexual assault *suicide attempt *human trafficking *drug use *blood *Toxic *darkromance Short chapters😭😭😭

"if anyone looks stunning, put Kang Yeosang in the same room and they'll feel ugly" ".... are you kidding me.." <3 a story based on Yeosang and Jongho's povs (3rd person too). jongho can never stop rambling about yeosang's incredible personality.

Because I am a sucker for these *updates at least twice a week *mentions of mpreg