Seungcheol had always 10 seconds to change everything. Hansol hadn't. Or not all stories finish well no matter how hard you try and Hansol's story would bring people together in a quiet place. Chapter 1 : CheolSol Chapter 2 : Hansol x Everyone Chapter 3 : Hansol x Everyone

Hansol had been waiting all of his life to have a family. And maybe the moment had finally come.

There are four parts to the series Minghao was reading: (1) enemies who found a common ground; (2) a prediction that needs to be covered up in order not to sound weird; (3) a friend that was sent to never leave their side; and (4) the finale. In which Minghao and Mingyu read fanfiction, and try to connect it to real life. [ONE SHOT/COMPLETED/CROSSPOSTED ON AO3]

in which wonwoo, the town's resident wizard, has to take care of a cat, a frog, and a puppy, each whom are very much individualistic, and that's an understatement.

If a cup is broken, can it be fixed? Suppose you gather every last shard. You spend countless patient hours fitting them back together. You fill the cracks not with invisible glue, but with liquid gold-the ancient art of kintsugi. You do not hide the breaks. You illuminate them. The mended cup is now more beautiful for having been broken. But what then? Can it still hold scalding tea? Will it bear the heat, or will the golden seams betray it? Is it stronger at the breaks, or forever more fragile? And is the time, the pain, the hope poured into its repair worth the risk of it shattering once more? Because cups are fragile. Hearts are, too. Are his mates worthy of being trusted with his heart a second time? And has he learned the most devastating lesson of all-that sometimes, to survive, you must learn how to hold yourself? [Cross-posted on AO3 under the same username]

Loneliness: a state of mind linked to wanting human contact but feeling alone. Chan feels lonely. Which sounds, objectively, ridiculous. He's an idol. The moment he steps outside, he's swallowed by a horde of staff and security. He performs in sold-out stadiums to seas of screaming fans. He's part of Seventeen, one of the largest, most successful boy bands of his generation - a miracle of thirteen. He is, technically, almost never alone. His work is his life, and his life is twelve other people. Alphas and omegas who orbit each other with an instinctual gravity, he watches from the periphery. So the statement feels juvenile. A bratty complaint. And yet. The loneliness isn't in the lack of bodies, but in the quality of the space between them. Is it because he's the maknae? The only 99-liner without a same-aged friend in the group? Or is it the simpler, more brutal truth he circles back to every time? He is a beta. The only one in a pack of alphas and omegas. And in the silent calculus of pack dynamics, sometimes that just means you're alone in a room full of people who are supposed to be yours. [Cross-posted on AO3 under the same username]

the city needs some saving from a group of lethal criminals running loose. it takes some honor students, a bunch of gamers, and a rookie gang - thirteen teenagers to get the job done.

the god of beauty is ashamed of his own appearance, deciding to hide himself away until the end of time.