Lee Chan doesn't notice the danger at first. Most people don't - not when it smiles, not when it blends in, not when it moves like a shadow wearing familiarity as skin. By the time he understands, it's already too late. Now the maknae is spiralling into a nightmare no one else seems to see. And the worst part? He isn't sure whether calling for help will save him... or destroy everything he has left. [Cross-posted on AO3 under the same username]

Kacau sih kalo udah dua buku tapi Abah masih duda. Agaknya Abah perlu diajak ikut acara pencarian bakat. Ayo ladies, tunjukkan reksona mu! -------------------------------------------------------- Sesuai ekspektasi, cerita ini bakalan, yah begitulah. Terimakasih telah membaca deskripsi cerita ini 💎 Hm

"We are not like family, we are family" -Kata Bonon salah satu anak kembar kesayangan Papi dan Abang kesayangan Ican-Uji Selamat membaca! Cover by: jeonghanlopyu (@yourbae159)

berawal dari niat cuma untuk 'asik-asikan' berakhir menjadi pertaruhan nyawa yang diakibatkan 'asik-asikan' tersebut. ft. seventeen.

Terinspirasi dari episode Going Seventeen :"Bad Clue" dan "Don't Lie" Mempersembahkan sebuah karya fiksi: "NOT ALONE" 13 orang yang sebelumnya merupakan teman lama kembali dikumpulkan dalam pesta jamuan makan malam di salah satu gedung mewah, semua berjalan lancar hingga dentang lonceng pukul dua belas malam berbunyi dan game maut dimulai. Peraturan Game: 1. Semua player tidak bisa kabur dari gedung hingga pukul enam pagi. 2. Setiap satu jam sekali terhitung dari pukul dua belas malam adalah waktu pembunuhan. 3. Pembunuhan dilakukan dengan cara voting. 4. Hanya ada dua cara untuk bertahan hidup, menangkap mafia atau saling membunuh 5. Dilarang bunuh diri selama permainan berlangsung. 6. Dilarang menyebarkan game ini ke orang diluar player, jika tidak semua player akan mati. 7. Semoga berhasil dan tetap hidup hingga pagi. ⚠️Konten Gore! Bagi pembaca yang sensitif dengan pembunuhan serta kekerasan diharapkan menjauh dari lapak ini. Semoga tetap hidup.

Loneliness: a state of mind linked to wanting human contact but feeling alone. Chan feels lonely. Which sounds, objectively, ridiculous. He's an idol. The moment he steps outside, he's swallowed by a horde of staff and security. He performs in sold-out stadiums to seas of screaming fans. He's part of Seventeen, one of the largest, most successful boy bands of his generation - a miracle of thirteen. He is, technically, almost never alone. His work is his life, and his life is twelve other people. Alphas and omegas who orbit each other with an instinctual gravity, he watches from the periphery. So the statement feels juvenile. A bratty complaint. And yet. The loneliness isn't in the lack of bodies, but in the quality of the space between them. Is it because he's the maknae? The only 99-liner without a same-aged friend in the group? Or is it the simpler, more brutal truth he circles back to every time? He is a beta. The only one in a pack of alphas and omegas. And in the silent calculus of pack dynamics, sometimes that just means you're alone in a room full of people who are supposed to be yours. [Cross-posted on AO3 under the same username]

A short epistolary about Chan with his 12 chaotic hyungs. STATUS - Completed - Started: 07/26/22 - Ended: 10/18/22 - Reading Time: 16 mins

If a cup is broken, can it be fixed? Suppose you gather every last shard. You spend countless patient hours fitting them back together. You fill the cracks not with invisible glue, but with liquid gold-the ancient art of kintsugi. You do not hide the breaks. You illuminate them. The mended cup is now more beautiful for having been broken. But what then? Can it still hold scalding tea? Will it bear the heat, or will the golden seams betray it? Is it stronger at the breaks, or forever more fragile? And is the time, the pain, the hope poured into its repair worth the risk of it shattering once more? Because cups are fragile. Hearts are, too. Are his mates worthy of being trusted with his heart a second time? And has he learned the most devastating lesson of all-that sometimes, to survive, you must learn how to hold yourself? [Cross-posted on AO3 under the same username]

Gimana rasanya kalo selama ini orang yang kamu idolakan tanpa kau sadari begitu dekat denganmu? 'What if the 'thing' has never been replaced at once? Because that's all it was. You had me at hello'-Kwon Soonyoung March, 2018