Some people love loudly. Some love silently. And some let their feelings remain unspoken. A Seoksoo story about misunderstandings, quiet love, and the slow realization of what was always there.

Mingyu never expected that the spark to write again would find him through ink. Ink that did not arrive quietly, but carried with it a kind of chaos he had never known before. Days once drowned in dullness and gloom slowly brightened, as if touched by sunlight, the moment a boy entered his life. -a seokgyu short story <3

Some encounters don't announce themselves. They trip you on the way in, steal your balance, and then laugh while you're still on the floor. Seokmin fell in love at first sight. Not metaphorically. Not poetically. His brain shut down, his heart panicked, and his soul went, Oh no. One look was all it took-for bad decisions, unnecessary hope, and a lifetime supply of optimism he absolutely did not ask for. Joshua Hong never looked back. He lived by order-calendars color-coded, emotions neatly filed under irrelevant, and people categorized as either useful or background. When he passed Seokmin, he acknowledged the existence of a human being and continued forward. Efficient. Clean. Unbothered. Seokmin, unfortunately, took this as a challenge. He followed cheerfully. Casually. With the confidence of someone who believed love could be negotiated through persistence, jokes, and excellent timing. He chased while pretending he wasn't chasing, smiled while being ignored. There were confessions. So many dramatic moments. And one man sprinting emotionally while another walking away at a respectable, unhurried pace- completely unaware that he'd already been signed up for a problem like Seokmin.

Awards: Cupid mini award 2026 best Title winner🏆 They said a red string ties soulmates together. Invisible. Unbreakable. Inevitable. Wonwoo never believed in it. Love, destiny, soulmates, all sounded like theories people made when reality hurt too much. He believed in logic, late-night studies, silence, and keeping his heart locked somewhere no one could reach. Seokmin believed in love like it was oxygen. Too loud. Too honest. Too hopeful. He loved easily, laughed easily, and fell hardest of all. They didn't try to find each other. They just... did. Between medical textbooks, late-night breakdowns, jealousy, distance, mistakes, feverish confessions, long-distance calls, rough apologies, and soft forgiveness, the red string kept pulling them back together. No matter how hard they resisted. Around them was chaos disguised as friendship. Mingyu, the loud idiot with a soft heart, loved Seungcheol like it was war and peace at the same time. Seungcheol, steady and terrifyingly devoted, who would burn the world quietly if it meant protecting what was his. Joshua, the observer with a sharp tongue, pretending he didn't care while caring the most. And Seungkwan, all honesty and emotions, cursing everyone while loving them fiercely. They grew up together. They broke each other. They healed together. And somewhere between jealousy and laughter, distance and devotion, they learned that love isn't gentle. It's chosen. Every single time. ~ Signature Dialogues Wonwoo: "I don't believe in fate... but I believe in you. And that's worse." Seokmin: "I loved you even when you made it hard. Especially then." Mingyu: "If loving him is a mistake, I'll happily fuck it up again." Seungcheol: "I don't raise my voice. I end arguments." Joshua: "I'm surrounded by idiots... unfortunately, they're my idiots." Seungkwan: "This is not a friend group, this is a crime scene."

What if the boy who destroyed everything isn't the villain after all...but you only learn that too late?

For centuries, the Hong family carried a curse that turned every son into a monster of the night. Born in 2004, Hong Jisoo Joshua was destined to suffer the same fate. On his twelfth birthday, the curse revealed itself-at the stroke of 10 p.m., his body transformed into a Manotobia: glowing blue eyes, a long, sinister tail, and a hunger he could never control. Now, Joshua transfers to a new school in America, desperate to hide the creature inside him. But secrets have a way of bleeding through the cracks... Especially when Aiden Lee (𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐦𝐢𝐧), the school's golden boy, takes an interest in him. Loud, bright, and adored by everyone, Aiden is the very definition of everything Joshua can't have. The more Aiden pushes closer, the more Joshua's dark world threatens to swallow them both. Because love is dangerous... But falling for Joshua might be deadly. •MATURED WARNING 𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗠𝗬 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗜𝗦 𝗣𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗬 𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟. 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗜Ñ𝗚 𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗔𝗗𝗘 𝗨𝗣 𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗬 𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡... 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐞..

Joshua y Seokmin desafian la visión moderna del amor solo por existir, y en el intento, se desafían a sí mismos. Tras años de relación, Hong Joshua, un profesor asexual, y Lee Seokmin, un enfermero gay, de dan cuenta que su "relación perfecta" está lejos de ser perfecta y deciden terapia de pareja para solucionar sus diferencias en el dormitorio. Sin embargo, este viaje hará que reflexionen y cuestionen sobre todo lo que creían saber acerca de su relación, del amor, y del sexo.

It was supposed to be simple. Just two people sharing rent. Nothing more. Joshua only wanted a place to live. Seokmin only wanted someone to split the rent. It should have been easy, detached, safe. But simplicity has a cruel way of unraveling. Seokmin's soft brown eyes, warm, pleading, impossible to ignore, pulled Joshua into a storm he swore he would never enter. What began as a practical arrangement soon tangled into sleepless nights, unspoken words, and emotions that pressed against his ribs until breathing hurt. Every glance feels like temptation, every silence like a confession left unsaid. Regret follows Joshua like a shadow, yet longing refuses to loosen its grip. A slow-burn tale of fragile hearts, impossible restraint, and the devastating realization that falling in love was never part of the plan. 💢𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔. 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑰𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅💢

Lee Seokmin has always loved traveling - but never alone. He's explored countries with friends, always clinging to the comfort of company. Until now. His first solo trip goes perfectly - every plan achieved, new people met, memories made. But on the day he checks out, his phone disappears. He searches everywhere, no luck. Rushing for his flight, he leaves his details at the front desk and accepts the loss. A week later, the hotel emails him: someone returned his phone. It's shipped back, perfectly intact. But when Seokmin opens his gallery, there's a new folder - filled with photos of a man he's never seen before. Beautiful. Familiar, somehow. The last photo is a handwritten note: "Meet me where we first met." He frowns - he's never met this man. Right? Yet his feet take him to an old treehouse - a place he doesn't remember but feels deeply connected to. Did Seokmin really lose his phone... or was it taken on purpose? And why does the truth feel like it's been waiting for him all along?

for my seokgyu enthusiasts out there :)