"Sei una delle poche persone che riesce a capirmi,forse l'unica,non ho mai capito come."
"Si chiama destino, sempre se ci credi"
"Mi hai fatto scoprire alcune cose del mio carattere che probabilmente tenevo nascoste"
[...] "in realtà nessuno riesce a mai capirmi per questo mi chiedo come tu abbia fatto, probabilmente sarà come hai detto tu, destino" ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ Jisung sa cosa vuol dire restare anche quando nessuno ti chiede di farlo. Ha imparato ad amare in silenzio, offrire attenzioni come se bastassero a colmare i vuoti degli altri, o forse un po' anche i suoi. Lascia che ogni cosa lo attraversi come veleno e dopo la rottura con la sua ragazza si abbandonò all'autodistruzione totale. Minho, invece, è il tipo che riempie le stanze ma non lascia mai la porta aperta: più qualcuno si avvicina, più lui si ritrae. Circondato da volti e desideri che non tocca davvero, consuma attenzioni come se fossero ossigeno: le cerca, le afferra, le divora. Ma appena diventano calde, vere, affettive, scappa. Non perché è forte. Non perché può. Ma perché dentro si sente sbagliato.Come se qualcuno,prima o poi, lo scoprirà per quello che è: un buco nero travestito da stella. Non dorme mai da solo, ma non riesce nemmeno a restare. Finge controllo,ma è solo paura di essere guardato troppo a lungo. Spinge via,perché chi resta potrebbe vedere quelle parti di lui che cerca incessantemente di nascondere e ignorare Si incontrano per caso, o meglio, per destino. Sin da subito qualcosa li inchioda: Minho, con la sua fame di attenzioni travestita da leggerezza; Jisung con il bisogno muto di sentirsi scelto, anche solo per una notte. Non stringono accordi, ma iniziano a tornarsi, trovandosi presto in un gioco orchestrato dal destino fuori dalla loro portata. Ma si sa, il fato è una cosa sporca: sa dove ferirti ma anche chi mandare per guarirti. Certe connessioni bruciano lentamente, e nessuno è pronto a spegnere l'incendio

❛ . . . "Why do we need another member? I thought we were full already," he states without taking his eyes off of Lee Minho. "Eight makes a better team than seven," Chan says with a smile. "Don't be hostile." "I don't want another member," Jisung claims roughly, now ripping his eyes off of the man to look at his friend. . . .❜ OR: The eighth-and last-member of Stray Kids arrives, and Jisung does not like him. At all.

❛ . . . Seungmin sighs. He hasn't risen from his place. He stares out at the rapid and shakes his head. "Honestly, staying here is probably better than going anywhere else," he says inwardly. "Not like we even know where we're going anyway, do we?" . . . ❜ OR: Eight best friends become trapped in the basement and come out a month later to a world that is not at all how they remember it.

It's a minsung fan fik where Minho is a mafia boss and jisung is a mechanic  I was fully inspired by the web comic "shutline"

"Killing them won't bring him back...it won't fill the emptiness in your chest" "Then what will...? What could I possibly do to feel alive, even for just a second...? I just want to live again" "Then kiss me." Best rankings: #2 in minsung #8 in minsungfanfic

War has been upon 3 kingdoms, yet no one seems to know the truth of where this all started. In an attempt to finish this fuse, the northern and southern kingdom make an alliance, one that will join Lee Minho and Han jisung, the two princes. Prince of crows and the sun prince. Even if their first meetings seem quite cold...something will grow quickly between the two, something they have yet to experience. What they want is forbidden and what they crave is deadly. A chess fight between snakes and crows. Their story will be written in history. • "I will never be king" "You have as much chance as me" "You might not understand it now, but you will get it eventually, everything is in your hands Minho." • "We better hope so [...] We should get to bed" "Bed singular or plural?" "You are persistent." • "You're...similar to me...aren't you?" • "A crown...or this?" Best rankings: #1 in minsung #1 in hanjisung #3 in kpopidols #3 in fan #6 in princes #8 in Leeminho

For 15 years, Han Jisung's life was anything but what you might consider normal. From killing people and spilling blood, to developing a psychotic split-personality, he endured it all. That was, until he was rescused from the grasp of the Gangnam Mafia; freedom for the first time in his 18 years of life. Now, after about a year later of trying his best to assimilate to normal society in an unfamiliar world, Jisung was finally ready to get out into his new young adult life and try living his life normally. But how normal could it be when Jisung ends up finding himself unintentionally involved with the Seoul Mafia and finding someone as equally as crazy as he is? or; two psychos fall in love. WARNING: This story contains a lot of triggers: Smut Mentions/scenes s*xual assault Toxic relationships Narcissism Blood and gore Violence Death Mental, emotional, physical abuse Mentions of trauma and mental health issues Blood play TRANSLATIONS OF RED; Italian - by @My_Hoseokie Turkish - by @skzzoskz Spanish - by @__evangelin__ #1 in MAFIAAU 2/27/24 #1 in YANDEREAU 2/27/24

"Are you lost...?" "No" Han jisung rep(lied). "You seem lost..." An addict manages to get caught in a situation he cannot escape. He gets kidnapped and is unable to fill the void for his addiction. Luckily for him, his abductor isn't what he appeared to be and the two will soon learn to deal together, to help each other. A sinful addict and a sweet captor...a duo nobody expected. Best rankings: #1 in idol #1 in chansung #5 in straykids #22 in fanfiction #22 in fiction

Minho managed to get a job after months of searching. He's a teacher at a new founded school, and quickly became a popular topic amongst students. He's young and his eyes could crack anyone in two, what is there not to like? His attention is soon brought to his smartest student, jisung, who always manages to impress him. They will develop something quickly and shamefully. Teacher and student. After only a few weeks, police are all over the school grounds, a few students have gone missing. It all drops on them when one of his own students is found dead, Minho being the last person she had spoken to that day. With police at their trail and a sinful act to hide, they are under pressure to keep it on the low, while also trying to find the killer. Minho tries to always keep an eye on Jisung, terrified that the same will happen to him, Which only brings them closer.

He fell for the idea of him. And ideas were dangerous things to love.