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.

Junmin finally has the dorm to himself, and the hunger he's been holding back spills over. As he touches himself, his mind drifts to Minjae-his lips shaping the name in broken whispers, each one more desperate than the last. He begs under his breath, needy and trembling, wanting more, aching to be taken, used, ruined. Every word, every moan that slips free feels like a confession he can't hold back, like he's giving himself away with nothing left to hide.

Late one night in the studio, quiet care turns into something deeper between Minjae and Junmin. What begins with a simple act of concern slowly unravels years of unspoken tension, affection, and longing-leading them into a moment neither expected but both needed.

It was supposed to be just another late-night ride home-quiet, tired laughter, half-asleep shoulders leaning against each other. But in the blink of an eye, everything changes. In the aftermath, Junmin clings to the ones he loves, refusing to let go, and minjae refusing to believe what's already been lost. Grief, denial, and the weight of unspoken words begin to unravel what little is left behind. Warnings: Emotional distress, trauma, grief, loss.

Sold to repay a debt, Jinsik never expected to find warmth in Sumin's home-or in his heart. What began as forced proximity slowly turned into something gentler, safer, and real. Now free to leave, Jinsik chooses to stay-with the boy who taught him love.

Junmin and Minjae have spent years moving around each other with careful distance-too close to ignore, too far to name. They've built something out of silence, glances, and the quiet ache of things left unsaid. But even the most carefully drawn lines blur when longing becomes too heavy to carry alone. This isn't a story about falling in love. It's a story about holding it back until it breaks you. About a kiss that feels more like a wound than a wish. About two people trying to protect everything-except themselves. Not quite a love story. Just the ache of almost becoming one.

Yechan loves Junmin like it's a full-time job-loud, clingy, chaotic, and a little too honest. Junmin just wants sleep, but Yechan won't let him rest.