"That wasn't my house." He wipes away his tears and searches through the keys in his hand for the one that goes to the car, "That wasn't Minjae." He says, shakily trying to start the ignition. OR an off shoot of my xikers silent hill au: birdwatching

Junmin's sulk over a humidifier gift meets Junghoon's awkward attempts to fix it. It's messy, it's soft, it's back-and-forth-the way they always are together.

It starts as something small and ends as something warm. Whatever this is - it's only theirs. And that's enough for now.

It's not really about fame or dreams anymore. It's about the people who make the noise feel quieter. They fight, they hug, they act like nothing happened, then do it all over again. They fall in love in the wrong ways, stay up too late, hold on too tightly. It's messy, it's loud, it's honest - and somehow, it works. Because in the end, it's not really about who ends up with who. It's about the way they choose each other, even when it'd be easier not to. About how they stay, when everything else keeps changing.

Seeun struggles with his feelings while navigating his connection with Yujun, and both of them slowly uncover the depth of Hunter's quiet, unspoken love, how they care for each other in ways that aren't always obvious, and how love can be powerful, messy, and bittersweet-even when it doesn't end the way you expect.

Junmin realizes-slowly, unwillingly, painfully-that he's falling for Minjae in the softest and most confusing ways possible. He thinks it's nothing. It isn't Nothing.

It'll never matter what someone is so long as they're safe. (or, a collection of drabbles around presenting; prequel in some form to "so leave yourself intact"

Minjae can't say he's known a lot of peace since knowing any of them but he doesn't think he'd want it any other way. Or Bits and pieces of group that's weaved themselves together like a quilt, unknowing where one begins or ends Or Maybe Yechan was onto something when he swore up and down that Junmin was pack omega. {A xikers omegaverse au}

For centuries, an unseen war has burned between hunters and vampires, leaving only whispers and blood in its wake. Humans live unaware, blind to the shadows watching from the edges of their world. One rainy night, a stranger collapses at the door of Seeun's small restaurant - pale, wounded, and desperate. Seeun doesn't ask questions. He simply helps. But the man he takes in is no ordinary guest, and Seeun's simple act of compassion soon pulls him into secrets he was never meant to uncover. As danger closes in, Seeun finds himself bound to a being he doesn't fully understand. What began as kindness turns into a fragile connection that teeters between trust and fear - and in a world written in blood, love might be the most dangerous truth of all.

A late-night workout turns into a quiet conversation Hunter never expected to have with Seeun. Between teasing, rare touches, and unspoken confessions, Hunter finds himself showing just how much Seeun means to him - even if the words only slip out once Seeun has fallen asleep in his arms.