"That wasn't my house." He wipes away his tears and searches through the keys in his hand for the one that goes to the car, "That wasn't Minjae." He says, shakily trying to start the ignition. OR an off shoot of my xikers silent hill au: birdwatching

It's not really about fame or dreams anymore. It's about the people who make the noise feel quieter. They fight, they hug, they act like nothing happened, then do it all over again. They fall in love in the wrong ways, stay up too late, hold on too tightly. It's messy, it's loud, it's honest - and somehow, it works. Because in the end, it's not really about who ends up with who. It's about the way they choose each other, even when it'd be easier not to. About how they stay, when everything else keeps changing.

Just another day in Junminjae's life - when a messy morning becomes something sweeter when one soft kiss reminds them how much they adore each other.

Junmin realizes-slowly, unwillingly, painfully-that he's falling for Minjae in the softest and most confusing ways possible. He thinks it's nothing. It isn't Nothing.

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}

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.

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.

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.

It starts with a quiet ache Junmin tries to ignore. The pre-heat comes early, slipping under his skin before he's ready. He says nothing. He endures. But with Minjae so close-and his own body beginning to betray him- silence might not be enough to hold him together.