[ONGOING] Hyunjin was a Nursery Teacher, Living a normal life, taking care of children with his friends....But what If one day He falls inlove with his student's dad. This story contains: -Omegaverse -Hybrids -Swearing Side ships: -Changlix -Minsung !Please do not read if uncomfortable! !Everything is fictional! START : 08/11/22 END : 12/12/22

Hwang Hyunjin is your average freshman. popular, good looking, smart, ect. but he has his eye on a senior. the only senior nobody has been able to date. Christopher Bahng, better known as Bangchan, he good looking, smart, muscular, and boyfriend material to the core. TW: slight age gap, smut, angst, trauma, self harm, sexual assault, and suicidal thoughts

Kang Yeosang doesn't express his emotions well.. more as he doesn't know how to speak up, his fellow friends love to baby him especially Choi San. He was uncomfortable with Choi San since he knew how to express his emotions very well and didn't know how to speak up about it, but one day his feelings for Choi San changed very quickly making him lose his mind. -Boy love. -Highschool -Drama -Everything Fictional -Fighting -⚠️SH⚠️ |Sorry if i misspell some words, i have dyslexia but i really wanted to write a good story since alot of them i read are pretty cringe or just don't make senseT-T i hope you guys enjoy my work! And please leave anything i missed or i should add in the story! I take any criticism and ideas!|

[COMPLETED] ✅️ Wooyoung had been friends with Jongho for months, making friends with him the moment Jongho showed up on campus. However, what he didn't expect was Jongho had a brother, and not just any brother but The Choi San. He didn't want his secret to come out but more than that, he didn't know how he was supposed to stay away from San.

"you don't understand what it's like to be the leader. the pressure, the expectations-it's all on me." "but shutting us out isn't the answer." then, without warning, seonghwa closed the distance between them. his hands cupped hongjoong's face, and before either of them could think twice, their lips met in a fiery, desperate kiss. a seonghwa x hongjoong fiction

hongjoong can't decide if he wants to outsmart seonghwa or kiss him. seonghwa already knows exactly what he wants - hongjoong's empire in ruins and a bullet between his eyes, counting the seconds until he can end this deadly little game.

What could occur if Choi San happens to meet a stray cat and adopt it? But little did he knew this cat wasn't ordinary. Couple chart 1.Woosan 2.Yungi 3.Jongsang 4.Seongjoong

[M] RATED!!! Wooyoung and San have been friends for nearly 5 years. Wooyoung, who is openly gay, shares an apartment with his best friend San, who's incredibly straight but is starting to question his sexuality after living with his best friend... #1 Woosan #6 San #1 Ricky #9 Wooyoung #8 boyxboy 42k Words COLLEGE AU San ⬆️ wooyoung ⬇️ WARNINGS: [M] RATED, pls don't read if ur underage as it's quite graphic from the start. There's no alarming concepts except sexual contents i think !! I think as the story goes on i might add concepts of BDSM/ degrading kinks... so just a warning hehe first 15ish chapters is kinda fluffy/ sets the story, past that it will be very sm*tty woosan hahahahahah THIS IS BASED PURELY ON FICTION

For as long as he's been conscious, Hongjoong has had a crush on the delivery boy. fantasy au, bl, seongjoong, matz completed ☑️

Some memories don't leave. They stain you quiet, like the sun on the back of your hand, like basil crushed between your fingers. They become part of you-not like a scar, but like a scent you can't wash off. I didn't know, back then, that a single summer could undo the version of myself I thought I had to be. But he walked into my garden with that careful mouth and those serious eyes, and suddenly nothing was still. Not even me. -- "I figured it out," I said. He looked up from the sketchbook in his lap. "Figured what out?" "Why they call you that." He blinked slowly, like he'd forgotten the world beyond our small corner even existed. "Il ragazzo bello," I said. "That's you, isn't it?" He was quiet for a moment. Then he smiled-soft, like he didn't want to ruin the air between us. "That's just something people say," he murmured, eyes still half on the page. "They don't know me." "But they call you that." He tore a piece of paper from the sketchbook-something half-drawn, incomplete-and crumpled it absently between his fingers. "I'm not il ragazzo bello," he said. I raised an eyebrow. "You're really going to argue that?" He looked at me then, really looked, and there was something slower in his voice when he said, "Tu sei il mio ragazzo bello." I stared at him. The words were soft, almost whispered. Familiar, but still out of reach. "What did you say?" He didn't answer. He just smiled again-barefoot, wine-drowsy, eyes too bright in the dark. "You wouldn't understand," he said. And the strange thing was that he sounded completely okay with that.