"The heir to Korea's richest family didn't die. He was just hidden away in hell-until now." Lee Seokmin has nothing. No family. No fortune. Just secrets carved into his skin and a smile sharp enough to hide the pain. Then a bus crash. Then Kim Mingyu-his cold, arrogant ex and heir to Korea's second-richest empire-shows up again, dragging Seokmin into the hospital... and into his past. Blood tests. Medical files. Bruises in the shape of someone else's power. Suddenly, whispers become truths: Seokmin is the long-lost son of the Lee family. The most powerful, most feared, most protected bloodline in all of Korea. He doesn't know it. But the man who raised him does-and now, he's watching. What follows is chaos: • Secrets erupting inside perfect marriages. • Billionaire husbands hiding double lives. • Mafia ties buried under wedding rings and champagne. • And one broken boy, trying to survive it all. And Mingyu? He's done letting Seokmin go. Not again. Not this time. When power is blood, love is war. And the missing heir is about to bring them all to their knees. ⸻ 🌒 Dark Romance | Mafia AU | Found Heir Trope 🩶 Mpreg • BxB • Psychological Drama ⚠️ TW: Abuse, SA, Trauma Recovery, Violence

"Being loved quietly by someone, while being abandoned loudly by someone you loved"

Angel & Devil are two parts of the same coin who never know the other side even exists. Our story is just like that, always existed but never discovered. what happens when they discover about the other but not the way they have imagined...😈 [Ongoing]

On February 1st, a family of three got into a terrible car accident and was sent to the hospital. Upon further information, the parents had minor injures and their health was okay. As for their son, he had the worse side of the crash and was put into a coma as soon as he was put into his room. Doctors have no clue when the boy will wake up, but the boy named Choi(lee)Seokmin show signs of dreaming. "Where's my friend?" "What friend sweetie?" "My friend, Shua."

Chat fic in which Jeonghan and Seungcheol decide that their friends should finally meet leading to so much chaos

"THE TRUTH HURTS. THE LIE KILLS."

Joshua perched over the counter, totally ignoring the cashier in front of him. His eyes scanned the backrooms, setting it's target and locking on him. Lee Seokmin, one of the options Jeonghan had presented to him. "Excuse me Sir, you're supposed to-", The cashier's words blurred in Joshua's ears, his hand raising to signal Seokmin who was already turned halfway, his eyes meeting with Joshua's immediately. Seokmin squinted and so did the cashier. Their faces both stretching as they realized who was in front of them. "Gyu, is it?" Seokmin mouthed, the cashier replying with a nod full of shock. It was only then Joshua realized the cashier was Kim Mingyu, one of the other options. "Hong Joshua?" Seokmin moved forward, tone full of hesitancy. Joshua's lips curved into a mystifying smirk, "Lee Seokmin." ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎ Joshua needs to become heir to his father's company but to do that, he needs to bag a partner. There's just one problem, he doesn't want one. Seokmin is a regular student who works as a fry cook to make some extra money. He's been single for as long as he can remember but recently, he's been in need of some extra cash... a lot of it. Jeonghan sees the potential, tangling the two up in an arranged love affair which benefits the two of them. It's a fake relationship. Fake. So what happens when it starts to turn real? Ⓒ︎𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑯𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑫- 23|06|2025 𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑫- N|A

Joshua accidentally kidnaps a cat he thinks is abandoned. Turns out, it's the CEO's emotionally manipulative cat, Mochi, who now refuses to return home unless Joshua is part of the deal.

svt group chat in which a group of theater kids become entranced by their newest member (seokmin centric)

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]